Sassenach… I love ye now, and I will love ye always. Whether I am dead – or you – whether we are together or apart. You know it is true, he said quietly, and touched my face. I know it of you, and ye...
Oh, I said, very touched. Thank you.
No matter how ugly the manner in which a man dies, it’s only the presence of a suffering human soul that is horrifying, once gone, what is left is only an object.
If ye can stand up, you're not drunk.
How was yer first time, Jamie? Did ye bleed? shouted Rupert
How did you keep this by you? Grey demanded abruptly. You were searched to the skin when you were brought back.The wide mouth curved slightly in the first genuine smile Grey had seen. I swallowed it,...
He paused by the window, looking up into a lavender sky, fingers pressed against the icy glass. No stars tonight; the snowflakes came down out of the dark, rushing towards him, endless, uncountable. S...
Where are you going? I asked, as Frank swung his feet off the bed.I'd hate the dear old thing to be disappointed in us, he answered. Sitting up on the side of the ancient bed, he bounced gently up and...
What is it ye have there, Murtagh?
Still, he was pleased to know that he could recall so much of the play and passed the rest of the journey pleasantly in reciting lines to himself, being careful not to snort.
Juniper, Pennyroyal, Lady’s-vetch, … and the squat
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...
Is it usual, what it is between us when I touch you?
I want to hold you like a kitten in my shirt, and still I want to spread your thighs and plow ye like a rotting bull. I dinna understand myself.
Have you anything to say to me now, Madam? he demanded. Your wig is crooked, I said, and closed my eyes again.
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...
After all, I thought, what were days and weeks in the presence of eternity?
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...
It's a good country for myths. Things seem to take root here.
It has always been forever, for me, Sassenach, he said simply.