He was dead. However, his nose throbbed painfully, which he thought odd in the circumstances.
He touched the rough crucifix that lay against his chest and whispered to the moving air, Lord, that she might be safe, she and my children. Then turned his cheek to her reaching hand and touched her...
He touched his cheek, where the darker line of a scar sliced across the ruddy skin; a memento of the scandalous duel that had sent him into exile at Ardsmuir. God knows what you did to be sent here, G...
He stirred, though, at the sounds of the garden gate opening and low voices. Tom? he came out from under his sheltering quince, to find both Tom and Rodrigo—both of whom were amazingly, if flatteringl...
He sighed, rubbing his cheek against the pillow. He could see Hector still, in his mind’s eye. Dark-haired and blue-eyed, tender-mouthed, always smiling.
He sighed, but smiled to let me know he didn’t mind the question. If you really must know, I have for many years enjoyed a physical relationship with my cook.
He seized my free hand, hard, and looked down at me. You may have it, he said. His voice was very low, but he met my eyes straight on. All of it. Anything that was ever done to me. If ye wish it, if i...
He said there was always an hour in the day when time seems to stop—but that it was different for everyone. He thought it might be the hour when one was born.
He said the truth is the truth, and people should take responsibility for their own actions, which is right.
He reached into the drawer of his desk, and pulled out my fan, white silk embroidered with violets. This is yours, I suppose? I found it in the corridor. His mouth twisted wryly as he looked at me. I...
He raised one brow, cool and reserved; he had been shocked, too, but the shock was wearing off. I cannot see that I am under any particular obligation to do so, he said.
He noticed my slight shifting and rose at once himself, donning his banyan before fetching my own dressing gown—which, I saw with a sense of unease, some kindly hand had hung over a chair to warm befo...
He lounged in the corner like a crouching cat, watching me through eyes narrowed against the sun.
He heard Fraser beg for mercy, imagined himself disdaining, haughty. He thought these things, and the spiked object turned over in his guts, piercing him with self-disgust. Whatever he might once have...
He hadn’t worn the kilt since Culloden, but his body had not forgotten the way of it.
He hadn’t seen—or heard from—Grey since that day. Had the man been nursing a grudge all this time and finally decided to put paid to Jamie Fraser’s account, once and for all? It was the most likely ex...
He had touched a great snake once, a python that a friend of his uncle’s had brought from the Indies, and that was what it had been like, Fraser’s touch, lithe and smooth and horribly powerful, moving...
He felt shocked—and rather disapproving. He was more shocked still to realize this and did his best to dismiss the feeling; it wasn’t his business to be shocked, and even if it were … well, it had bee...
He felt oddly comfortable with the man, he realized, with a feeling of surprise. Part of it was sheer fatigue, of course; all his usual reactions and feelings were numbed by the long night and the str...
He felt me wake, and drew me close, as though to preserve a moment longer the union we had reached in those last seconds of our perilous joining. I curled beside him, putting my arms around him. He op...