Grey felt his brows shoot up. Green plants stop scurvy? he blurted. Wherever did you get that notion?
Grey drank cold water, then splashed it on his face, feeling the shock of it revive him momentarily. He had been awake for more than twenty-four hours, and was feeling slow and stupid. Fraser had been...
Gave me terrible cramps, and I had wind for days.
GENERAL STANLEY WAS still blinking in astonishment at Grey’s brief description of the events that had culminated in his own appointment as military governor—Grey judiciously suppressing the facts that...
Fraser nodded casually toward Twelvetrees. Is there anything ye want me to beat out of him?
For where all love is, the speaking is unnecessary. It is all. It is undying. And it is enough.
For I have lied, and killed, and stolen; betrayed and broken trust. But there is one thing that shall lie in the balance. When I shall stand before God, I shall have one thing to say, to weigh against...
For I hadn’t stood frozen at the revelation of Geilie’s pregnancy. It was something else I had seen that chilled me to the marrow of my bones. As Geilie had spun, white arms stretched aloft, I saw wha...
For I had come back, and I dreamed once more in the cool air of the Highlands. And the voice of my dream still echoed through ears and heart, repeated with the sound of Brianna's sleeping breath. You...
Fiercely to cherish, softly to guard.
Er … what is the current rate of taxation, do you think? I asked, tactfully drawing attention away from Stanhope’s spluttering. Wylie pursed his lips, considering. A dandy, he wore the latest in modis...
El Tiempo es una de las muchas cosas que la gente atribuye a Dios. Siempreestá ahí, preexistente, y no tiene final. Existe la noción de que es todopoderoso,puesto que nada puede oponerse al tiempo, ¿n...
Egg-sucking son of a porcupine!
Eejit, Ian said. What did ye tell her that for? Now she thinks ye’re a Jew. Jamie’s mouth fell open in shock. What, me? How, then? he demanded, looking down at himself. He’d meant his Highland dress,...
Dorothea is a Grey, he pointed out. Any member of her family would pause on the gallows to exchange witty banter with the hangman before graciously putting the noose about his neck with his own hands.
Don’t you go up on the roof in that! I exclaimed, sitting up abruptly. That’s your good woolen shirt! He halted by the door, glared briefly at me, then, with the rebuking expression of an early Christ...
Don’t tell me you didn’t think of that when you decided to come here.
Don't cry, Sassenach, he said, so softly I could barely hear him.
Do you know— he began, then stopped. He looked down at his clenched hands, then, not at me. A blue stone winked on one knuckle, bright as a teardrop.
Do you know how rare such a thing is? he asked quietly. That peculiar sort of mutual passion? The one-sided kind was common enough.