He felt a little queasy, and more than a little light-headed. More and more, he felt the disorientation, the fragmenting of himself between day and night. By day, he was a creature of the mind alone,...
He could not help himself; whether it brought him comfort or misery, he felt he had no choice now but to speak of Fraser—and Quarry was the only man in London to whom he could so speak.
Had it really happened, that memory? Or was it only his desire that now and then brought her so vividly to life, in snatched moments that left him desperate with longing but strangely comforted, as th...
Grey took three steps back and watched as two little boys rushed out of the crowd, their faces bloated with fright, and ran off up the street.
Grey seized him by the shoulders, seeking to ease him back. Henry, my dear. Do forgive me. I didn’t mean—
Grey moved a knight and sat back, rubbing the back of his neck, smiling to himself at the effect of his move. He was a good-looking man; slight and fine-boned, but with a strong, clear-cut face and a...
Grey felt his brows shoot up. Green plants stop scurvy? he blurted. Wherever did you get that notion?
Frank made a face; an Englishman to the bone, he would rather lap water out of the toilet than drink tea made from teabags. The Lipton’s had been left by Mrs. Grossman, the weekly cleaning woman, who...
For while it was the memory of his past rage and humiliation that had kept him awake to begin with, it was the other side of the present situation that had left him still wakeful at dawn. The slowly d...
For where all love is, the speaking is unnecessary. It is all. It is undying. And it is enough.
For a friend, John, he said. And if I’ll take your friendship—and your damned boat!—then you’ll take mine, and keep quiet. Aye?
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...
Feel my heart, he said. His voice sounded thick to his own ears. Tell me if it stops.
Everyone had found out, of course, and while excuses were made because of his age and his noncommissioned status, he had been a pariah and an object of scorn. No one would speak to him, save his broth...
Euterpe, he blurted, and I stopped dead, jarred to the backbone. What? I whispered. What? Lost, he said, in a voice that wasn’t his own. Lost. With all hands. No, I said, trying for reason. No, it’s n...
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...
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,...