No, my Sassenach, he said softly. Open your eyes. Look at me. For that is your punishment, as it is mine. See what you have done to me, as I have done to you. Look at me.
No great difference at all, perhaps. Was my future any more certain than hers? And did I not depend for my life upon a man bound to me—at least in part—by desire of my body? A
Nice clothes are all very well, but if gossip and scheming and worry and silly parties and tiny rules of etiquette go with them … no. I’d as soon live in my shift and say what I like.
My own heartbeat was slowing under my hand, under the deep rose silk, the color of a baby’s sleep-flushed cheek. When you hold a child to your breast to nurse, the curve of the little head echoes exac...
Mo nighean donn, he whispered, mo chridhe. My brown lass, my heart. Come to me. Cover me. Shelter me, a bhean, heal me. Burn with me, as I burn for you.
Men hate things to change, her mother had once casually told her. Unless it’s their idea, of course. But you can make them think it is their idea, sometimes.
Man’s sense of Morality tends to decrease as his Power increases,
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...
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...
Let the dead bury the dead, Sassenach, he said softly. The past is gone—the future is not come. And we are here together, you and I.
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.
Jamie’s back was turned to me, but Lord John faced the hallway; he could have seen me easily, had he looked. He wasn’t looking toward the hallway, though. He was staring at Jamie, and on his face was...
Jamie, I said, suddenly thinking of something, do you speak German? Eh? Oh, aye,
Jamie, I panted. He pushed his kilt out of the way and pressed my hand against him. Bloody Christ, I said, impressed despite myself. My sense of propriety slipped another notch. Fighting gives ye a...
Jamie, who had insisted on walking most of the way to spare the horse, was a disreputable sight indeed, hose stained to the knees with reddish dust, spare shirt torn by brambles and a week’s growth of...
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...
Jamie Fraser looked across the field to where Twelvetrees stood with his two companions, then looked soberly down at Grey. He must not live. Ye may trust me to see to that. If he kills me, you mean, G...
James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser, I said, spacing the words, formally, the way Jamie had spoken them to me when he first told me his full name on the day of our wedding.
JAMES ALEXANDER MALCOLM MACKENZIE FRASER,’ she read aloud. Yes, I know him. Her hand dropped lower, brushing back the grass that grew thickly about the stone, obscuring the line of smaller letters at...