You can take the Governor’s pinnace; that’s small, but it’s seaworthy. Grey fumbled through the drawer of his desk. I’ll write an order for the dockers to hand it over to you. Aye, we’ll need the boat...
You are my courage, as I am your conscience, he whispered. You are my heart—and I your compassion. We are neither of us whole, alone. Do ye not know that, Sassenach? I do know that, I said, and my voi...
You are my baby, and always will be. You won’t know what that means until you have a child of your own, but I tell you now, anyway—you’ll always be as much a part of me as when you shared my body and...
You are mine, it had said. Mine! And I will not let you go.
Yes, she said. Jamie's part of me. So are you. ... But neither of you is all of me, she said softly, back turned. I am... what I am. Doctor, nurse, healer, witch - whatever folk call it, the name does...
Yes, but— I began. So—he said authoritatively, holding up a finger to hush me—if you have been deprived of your earlier life, perhaps it is only that God has seen fit to bless you with another, that m...
Yes, Madame. The Jews of Frankfort are not allowed to use family names. He looked up and smiled lopsidedly. For the sake of convenience, the neighbors call us after an old red shield that was painted...
Ye werena the first lass I kissed, he said softly. But I swear you'll be the last.
Ye lost your parents young, mo nighean donn, and wandered about the world, rootless. Ye loved Frank—his mouth compressed for an instant, but I thought he was unconscious of it—and of course ye love Br...
Ye ken that, don’t ye? That they can only be what they are because you and I are what we are?
Ye ken how to pick a good lass, MacKenzie? Start at the bottom and work your way up!
Ye can stick your comfort straight up your arse, MacKenzie, and your goddamned stiff prick, too!
Ye can at least promise me the victory, he said, but his voice held the whisper of a question.Yes, I said, and touched his face. I sounded choked, and my vision blurred. Yes, I can promise that. This...
Ye are Blood of my Blood, and Bone of my Bone. I give ye my Body, that we Two might be One. I give ye my Spirit, ’til our Life shall be Done.
Within an hour, I had gone from anguish at the thought of losing him in Scotland, to a strong desire to bed him in the herbaceous borders, and from that to a pronounced urge to hit him on the head wit...
With vivid memories of the last IRS form I had signed, I agreed sympathetically that a two percent tax rate was a positive outrage, wondering to myself just what had become of the fiery spirit of Amer...
Why, what's the matter wi' the poor child? she demanded of Jamie. Has she had an accident o' some sort?No, it's only she's married me, he said, though if ye care to call it an accident, ye may.
Why d’ye talk to yourself? It assures me of a good listener,
Why d'ye talk to yourself?''It assures me of a good listener.
Who— My voice was hoarse with shock, and I had to stop and clear my throat. Who is his mother? Grey hesitated, eyeing me closely, then shrugged slightly. Was. She’s dead.