The obvious—to allow Jamie to see the boy. And the other obvious—to allow you to see Jamie.
The night was cold, and very quiet, as though we were the only two souls in the world.
The long lids of her eyes closed halfway, like a basking cat’s, but the smile remained on that wide, soft mouth—those lips that hurt, then healed. The light glowed in her skin, bronzed the tiny brown...
The lines of stress in Grey’s face eased a little. I see, he said slowly. So—you have not seen him since—my God, that’s twenty years! He stared at me, dumbfounded. And four months? Why—how— He shook h...
The lad’s offering to take the girl’s punishment for her, she said absently, peeking around a spectator in front of us.
The implication was reasonably clear; I condemned him, and his minions would be round promptly to cut off my nipples and burn Jared’s warehouse. I licked dry lips, cursing Louis. Why couldn’t he just...
The humming noise disturbed him. It wasn’t in his ears but in his body—under his skin, in his bones. It made the long bones of his arms and legs thrum like plucked strings, and itched in his blood, ma...
The greylag mate for life. If ye kill a grown goose, hunting, ye must always wait, for the mate will come to mourn. Then ye must kill the second, too, for otherwise it will grieve itself to death, cal...
The flame of Brianna’s head moved slightly, looking from one to the other, and I saw what she saw; the echo of Jamie’s dangerous stillness in Roger. It was both unexpected and shocking; I had never se...
The eyes were steady, and told me no more than would my own, seen in a looking glass.
The bravest are surely those who have the clearest vision of what is before them, glory and danger alike, and yet notwithstanding go out to meet it. The
The bravest are surely those who have the clearest vision of what is before them, glory and danger alike, and yet notwithstanding go out to meet it.
The big white house glowed on the hill above them, tranquil in the afternoon light, the big red spruce behind it a looming but benign presence; not for the first time, he felt that the tree was someho...
The Crown doesna pick the wrong man to hang, Sassenach, he said. More often than not, the man on the end of a rope deserves to be there. And I shouldna like to think I've helped a villain to go free.
That was the first time that he ever touched me willingly, he said quietly. And the last—until this evening, when I gave him the other copy of that miniature.
Still, he always approahed the job with a faint reluctance, disliking the manner of it more than the result. Chopping down a tree for timber was straight-forward; girdling it seemed somehow mean-spiri...
Some people can leave their bodies and travel miles away, she said, staring meditatively at the page. Other people see them out wandering, and recognize them, and ye can bloody prove they were really...
So you've not only somehow married Fraser's wife, but you've accidentally been raising his illegitimate son for the last fifteen years?
Slightly shorter than the common height, Grey found himself at a disadvantage in crowds.
She supposed that it it perhaps not fair to quarrel with someone on the basis of what you thought they were thinking