After all, I thought, what were days and weeks in the presence of eternity?
Quite suddenly she understood the impulse that caused men to engage in casual blasphemy.
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...
Aye, well, he'll be wed a long time, he said callously. Do him no harm to keep his breeches on for one night. And they do say that abstinence makes the heart grow firmer, no?Absence, I said, dodging t...
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...
Mid-afternoon, I'll go out and do the household errands, come home, do my gardening, go for an evening walk.
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...
A redheaded person with an empty stomach was a walking time bomb. I
ONE DAY, COCK OF THE WALK—NEXT DAY, A FEATHER DUSTER
Next time I marry someone, I’ll pick a lass who wakes up cheerful in the morning,
It's a good country for myths. Things seem to take root here.
I put back my head, looking up at the deep black sky swimming with hot stars. If you knew they were really balls of flaming gas, you could imagine them as Van Gogh saw them, without difficulty . . . a...
He tolk both my hands in his, then, and kissed them - the left which still bore the gold ring of my marriage to Frank, and then the right, with his own silver ring..Da mi basia mille, he whispered, sm...
Claire. The name knifed across his heart with a pain that was more racking than anything his body had ever been called on to withstand.
You're beautiful to me, Jamie, I said softly, at last. So beautiful, you break my heart.
You'd forgive me for Claire - but not for killing your . . . men. He glanced at the two Craddocks, spotty as a pair of raisin puddings and - Grey's look implied - likely no brighter.
There aren't any answers, only choices
Jamie. I want you to mark me.What? he said, startled.The tiny sgian dhu he carried in his stocking was lying within reach, its handle of carved staghorn darkagainst the piled clothing. I reached for i...
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...
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...