Boldness in battle is nothing out of the way... but to face down fear in cold blood is rare in any man.
Betelgeuse. Sirius. Orion. Antares. The sky is very large, and you are very small. Let the words washthrough him, the voice and its memories pass over him, shivering his skin like the touch of a ghost...
Besides, what would you do with the body, if you killed him? the logical side of my mind inquired. He wouldn’t fit in the cupboard, let alone the hidey-hole.
Being in a state of grace is all very well, but I imagine even Joan of Arc had qualms when they lit the first brand.
Aye, verra good. Now then, if ye’ll just put your hands above your head and seize the bedstead— You wouldn’t! I said, and then lowered my voice, with an involuntary glance toward the door. Not with Ma...
Aye, lass, courage like that is uncommon rare. It wasna ignorance, mind; he’d just seen two men flogged and he knew the same was coming to him. It’s just he had made up his mind there was no help for...
At the best of times, Father Bain's face resembled a clenched fist.
At least we were not set upon by highwaymen, we encountered no wild beasts, and it didn’t rain. By the standards I was becoming used to, it was quite dull.
As yet too hungry and too clumsy for tenderness, still he made love with a sort of unflagging joy that made me think that male virginity might be a highly underrated commodity.
As Grey put his hand on the pommel, he heard a low Scots voice murmur in his ear: Queen’s rook to king eight. Check. Grey laughed out loud, a burst of exhilaration pushing aside his disquiet. Ha, he s...
And … I couldn’t bear to be alone and I couldn’t bear for him to be alone and I more or less flung myself at him because I very much needed someone to touch me just then.
And when my body shall cease, my soul will still be yours, Claire--- I swear by my hope of heaven, I will not be parted from you. --Jamie
And that knowledge, bred in the bone, is what lies behind mob rule. Because to step outside the group, let alone to stand against it, was for uncounted thousands of years death to the creature who dar...
And in the end, it does not matter. I am what God has made me, and must deal with the Times in which He has placed me.
And if she had not come back to me...if you had not come...if I had known for sure that both of you were dead...Then I would still have lived...and done what must be done. So will you.
And damn you, too, Claire Randall Fraser, while I'm at it! he said. Damn right I begrudge! I grudge every memory of yours that doesna hold me, and every tear ye've shed for another, and every second y...
And I looked, held prisoner, bound to him. Looked, as he dropped the last of his masks, and showed me the depths of himself, and the wounds of his soul. I would have wept for his hurt, and for mine, h...
All the names I’ve called you through the years—my chick, my pumpkin, precious dove, darling, sweetheart, dinky, smudge … I know why the Jews and Muslims have nine hundred names for God; one small wor...
All I want, is for you to love me. Not because of what I can do or what I look like, or because I love you - just because I am.
Alive, and one. We are one, and while we love, death will never touch us.