Do ye not understand?he said, in near desparation. I would lay the world at your feet, Claire-and I have nothing to give ye! He honestly thought it mattered.
Do ye dare to draw arms against the justice of God? snapped the tubby little judge. Jamie drew the sword completely, with a flash of steel, then thrust it point-first into the ground, leaving the hilt...
Do women hold back the evolution of such things as freedom and other social ideals, out of fear for themselves or their children? Or do they in fact inspire such things – and the risks required to rea...
Do me the one favor, Sassenach, he said, draping the heavy velvet over my shoulders. Take a larger fan.
Did ye know that the silkies put aside their skins when they come ashore, and walk like men? And if ye find a silkie’s skin and hide it, he—or she— he added, fairly, canna go into the sea again, but m...
Cows? he asked, Was it really cows, or was I dreaming?
Come on! he said, grunting as he shifted the Chinaman’s slippery form for a better grip. They’ll be after us any moment!
Claire? he said, a question in his voice. I stopped, hand on the doorknob, feeling quite queer; he’d never called me by my name before. It took a small effort to look over my shoulder at him, but when...
Claire. To feel the small bones of your neck beneath my hands, and that fine, thin skin on your breasts and your arms … Lord, you are my wife, whom I cherish and I love wi’ all my life, and still I wa...
Claire, he said quietly. Tomorrow I will die. This child … is all that will be left of me—ever. I ask ye, Claire—I beg you—see it safe. I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my h...
Christ, was he going to die in public, in a pleasure garden, in the company of a sodomite spy dressed like a rooster?
Catholics don’t believe in divorce, Bree had informed him once. We do believe in murder. There’s always Confession, after all.
Captain Leonard introduced me briefly to Mr. Overholt, the
Can I help you? She was middle height and very pretty. He had an overall impression of fine bones and white linen, topped with a wealth of curly brown hair in a sort of half-tamed chignon. And in the...
By blood and by choice, we make our ghosts; we haunt ourselves.
But when I lay wi’ Emily—from the first time. I knew. Kent who I was again. He looked up at her then, eyes dark and shadowed by loss. My soul didna wander while I slept—when I slept wi’ her.
But we do not fear silence, for often God speaks loudest in the quiet of our hearts. And
But we do not fear silence, for often God speaks loudest in the quiet of our hearts.
But we are here, all of us. And we're here because I love you, more than the life that was mine. Because I believed you loved me the same way...will you tell me that's not true?No, he said after a mom...
But the years between now and then had been hard ones—and compassion was a soft emotion, easily eroded by circumstance.