Ma chère, I serve a man who multiplied the loaves and fishes—he smiled, nodding at the pool, where the swirls of the carps’ feeding were still subsiding—who healed the sick and raised the dead. Shall...
Love for a child cannot be free; from the first signs of movement in the womb, a devotion springs up as powerful as it is mindless, irresistible as the process of birth itself. But powerful as it is,...
Lord that she might be safe. She and my children.
Lord John had been nothing but courtesy itself to me. More than that, he had been intelligent, thoughtful—thoroughly charming, in fact. And listening to him making intelligent, thoughtful, charming co...
Lord John William Grey, aged sixteen and filled to the brim with regimental notions of gallantry and noble purpose, bruised, shaken, and fighting the pain of his broken arm, had tried to bargain, to s...
Looking down on the assembly, standing patiently in the drizzle awaiting a verdict, I suddenly had a vivid understanding of something. Like so many, I had heard, appalled, the reports that trickled ou...
June 16, 1778 The forest between Philadelphia and Valley Forge
John—well. He lifted his shoulders and let them drop. I couldna give him what he wanted—and he is friend enough not to ask it.
Jesus H. Christ! I exclaimed. I felt it again, unbelieving, but there it was. You always said your head was solid bone, and I’ll be damned if you weren’t right. She shot you point-blank, and the blood...
Jemmy won’t get to go to Disneyland—but he’ll have that. A family that laughs—and millions of little lights in the trees.
Je t’aime, it said: I love you. Un peu, beaucoup, passionnément, pas du tout: A little, a lot, passionately—not at all.
Jamie’s face, already drawn and grim, grew somewhat grimmer at this question. The completest of landlubbers, he was not just prone to seasickness, but prostrated by it. He had been violently ill all t...
Jamie, I said, suddenly thinking of something, do you speak German? Eh? Oh, aye,
Jamie was real, alright, more real than anything had ever been to me, even Frank and my life in 1945. Jamie, tender lover and perfidious blackguard.
Jamie stood quite still, feeling his heart beat, watching. It was one of those strange moments that came to him rarely, but never left. A moment that stamped itself on heart and brain, instantly recal...
James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser.
I’ve yet to see the auld woman believes in witches, nor the young one, neither. It’s men think there must be ill-wishes and magic in women,
I’ve heard it said that a man’s reach must exceed his grasp—or what’s a heaven for?
I’m sorry; I had meant to offer you my condolences on the loss of your wife, I said, rather formally. He looked surprised for a moment, then bowed his head in acknowledgment, matching my formality. It...
I’m not sure that religion was constructed with time travelers in mind. Buck’s brows rose at that. Constructed? he echoed, surprised. Who builds God? That actually made Roger laugh, which made him fee...