Ran a hand softly down my back. Mmm. Oh, nothing, really. Just, when I saw that chap outside, it occurred to me he might be—he hesitated, tightening his hold
Perhaps Tryon will convince Husband that he’s in earnest. If Hermon
Of the cup. Mmmfff! Swallow, he said, clapping a hand tightly across my mouth and ignoring both my frenzied squirming and the muffled sounds of protest I was making. He was a lot stronger than I was,...
Nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti, he babbled, crossing
Marriage is made not in ritual or in words but in the living of it.
Lads to
Irregular,
Hid a smile at the mention of wool waulking. Alone among the Highland farms, I was sure, the women of Lallybroch waulked their wool not only to the old traditional chants but also to the rhythms of Mo...
Hat and
Fact been no more than a small skirmish between the MacKenzies and a detachment of English troops on their way to join the main body of the army. Said army was even now assembling
But, like many ideas, that one was more appealing in concept than in execution
Bedframe shuddering with the force of the struggle taking place
As the door—we could not persuade her to enter the room again—and identify it as the cause of her distress. I see, I said. I could envision the scene very well indeed, save for one point of paramount...
You’d think so, wouldn’t you? I said bleakly. But I don’t know, any more than you.
Your wife? I said, goggling at him. He flushed deeply and looked away. If I had been in any doubt about the nature of the look I had seen him give Jamie, I wasn’t any longer.
Your son is a drunkard, she informed him. Then she caught a whiff of Roger’s breath. Following in his father’s footsteps, I see, she added coldly.
You, um, don’t … talk in bed? I said, striving for delicacy. His mouth twitched, and he looked away. No. We lay in silence for a few moments, examining the ceiling. Have you ever? I blurted. Have I wh...
You then challenged him, to— He halted suddenly and stared hard at Grey. Ostensibly, he said, more slowly, ye challenged him to preserve your honor, to refute the slur of sodomy. His lips compressed i...
You know what scholars are like; no conscience at all when it comes to their own field, let alone a sense of social delicacy.
You didn’t know that Jamie was married? He blinked, but not in time to keep me from seeing a small grimace of pain, as though someone had struck him suddenly across the face.