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...
I’ve said often enough, and the good Lord kens weel enough that boys were meant to be smacked, or he’d not ha’ filled ’em sae full o’ the de’il.
I’ve heard it said that a man’s reach must exceed his grasp—or what’s a heaven for?
I’m sorry; I had meant to offer you my condolences on the loss of your wife, I said, rather formally. He looked surprised for a moment, then bowed his head in acknowledgment, matching my formality. It...
I’m not sure that religion was constructed with time travelers in mind. Buck’s brows rose at that. Constructed? he echoed, surprised. Who builds God? That actually made Roger laugh, which made him fee...
I’m afraid my wife picked up a number of, er, colorful expressions from the Yanks and such, Frank offered, with a nervous smile. True, I said, gritting my teeth as I wrapped a water-soaked napkin abou...
It's my fault, I said softly. I touched his face, the thick brows, wide mouth, and the sprouting stubble along the clean,long jaw. Mine. If I hadn't come...and told you what would happen... I felt a t...
It was…hard. I didna call out, or let them see I was scairt, but I couldna keep my feet. Halfway through it, I fell into the post, just—just hangin’ from the ropes, ken, wi’ the blood…runnin’ down my...
It wasn’t stubbornness, nor even loyalty, that had made Willie insist on staying at the Ridge. It was love of John Grey, and fear of his loss. And it was the same love that made the boy weep in the ni...
It was what you did when someone died; turned toward God and at least acknowledge the fact.
It was only as the tension went out of her shoulders hat he noticed it had been there.
It was going to be a bloody business, on both sides. He didn’t like the thought but didn’t shy away from it. It was war, and he was—once again—a soldier.
It was Jamie’s fear that he would lose her—that she would go, swing out into a dark and solitary space without him, unless he could somehow bind her to him, keep her with him. But, Christ, what a risk...
It looks as though it hurt. It did.Did you cry? His fists clenched involuntarily at his sides. Yes!Jenny walked back around to face him, pointed chin lifted and slanted eyes wide and bright. So did I,...
It is not merely the relief of necessary urges, he added pointedly, turning his head to meet my eyes. There is true liking between us. I’m pleased to hear that, I murmured. He, er, he’s … I have no id...
It is easier to kill someone to save your own life than it is to hurt someone to save theirs.
It doesn’t matter what happens; no matter where a child goes—how far or how long. Even if it’s forever. You never lose them.
It doesna matter how many things ye do on a farm, there’s always more than ye can do. A wonder the place doesna rise up about my ears and swallow me, like Jonah and the whale.
It comes for two nights, three—rarely, four—and then it’s gone, and I don’t see it again for weeks, sometimes months. And then it comes again, and I am enchanted once more. He rolled onto his side in...