Blood of my Blood, he whispered, and bone of my bone. You carry me within ye, Claire, and ye canna leave me now, no matter what happens, You are mine, always, if ye will it or no, if ye want me or nay...
During his time with the French army, years before, one of the sergeants had explained to the younger mercenaries the trick of falling asleep the night before a battle. Make yourself comfortable, exam...
Jamie, I said, how, exactly, do you decide whether you're drunk?Aroused by my voice, he swayed alarmingly to one side, but caught himself on the edge of the mantelpiece. His eyes drifted around the ro...
I meant it, Claire,' he said quietly. 'My life is yours. And it's yours to decide what we shall do, where we go next. To France, to Italy, even back to Scotland. My heart has been yours since first I...
ONE DAY, COCK OF THE WALK—NEXT DAY, A FEATHER DUSTER
I heard you went to Ireland...I haven't seen it in many years. Is it still green then, and beautiful?Wet as a bath sponge and mud to the knees but, aye, it was green enough.
Quite suddenly, Grey knew what to say. Queen’s knight, he said quietly. To queen two. It was, he knew, a dangerous opening. Fraser didn’t move, but Grey felt his sideways glance. After an instant’s he...
It’s not what’s happened or what’s about to happen; what’s important is the sense of emotional uncertainty between the characters and the delicacy of the mutual trust being established.
I canna fault your observations Sassenach.
I didna say I wanted an apology, did I? If I recall aright, what I said was ‘Bite me again.
It's a good country for myths. Things seem to take root here.
I thought I had not been out for long; I showed no symptoms of concussion or other ill effects from the blow, save a sore patch on the base of my skull. My captor, a man of few words, had responded to...
You're beautiful to me, Jamie, I said softly, at last. So beautiful, you break my heart.
I stood in front of him in nothing but my shoes and gartered rose-silk stockings.
A trained surgeon is also a potential killer, and an important bit of the training lies in accepting the fact. Your intent is entirely benign - or at least you hope so - but your are laying violent ha...
After all, I thought, what were days and weeks in the presence of eternity?
I've never been afraid of ghosts. I live with them daily, after all. When I look in a mirror, my mother's eyes look back at me; my mouth curls with the smile that lured my great-grandfather to the fat...
Your face is my heart, Sassenach, he said softly, and love of you is my soul. But you’re right; ye canna be my conscience.
Despair dragged at me like an anchor, pulling me down. I closed my eyes and retreated to some dim place within, where there was nothing but an aching grey blankness…
But even things that heal leave scars.
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