Who you jiving, L.J.? I heard Joe Abernathy’s voice say, derisive and affectionate. I
Whereas, I chipped in, leaning forward and raising my own voice enough to be heard over the clop and creak of the horses, if harm comes to them because of some man, the satisfaction of blaming him wil...
Where d'ye think he is now? Jenny said suddenly. Ian, I mean.He glanced at the house, then at the new grave waiting, but of course that wasn't Ian any more. He was panicked for a moment, for his earli...
When ye set about a difficult quest—if ye’re Kahnyen’kehaka, I mean—ye generally go aside for a time, to fast and pray for guidance. We havena time to be doing that now, of course. But often, while ye...
When she was small, she would wake on summer mornings to hear the chatter of her father’s lawnmower underneath her window; his voice calling out in greeting to a neighbor. She had felt safe, protected...
When I'd lost him the first time, before Culloden, I'd remembered every moment of our last night together. Tiny things would come back to me through the years: the taste of salt on his temple and the...
When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.
When I asked my Da how ye knew which was the right women, he told me when the time came, I'd have no doubt. And I didn't. When I woke in the dark under that fruit tree on the road to Leoch with you si...
When God closes a door, he opens a window. Yeah. The problem was that this particular window opened off the tenth story, and he wasn't so sure God supplied parachutes.
What’s that you two were shouting at each other? He put his hands to his mouth and hooted, GOOOOOON! in a deep, echoing voice that made the others laugh. Have ye never heard a war cry before? Jamie as...
What, she’s taken the hairs off her honeypot? he said, horrified into uncharacteristic vulgarity.
What would I do if he forbade me to go? Alternatives raced through my mind, everything from planting the ivory letter-opener between his ribs to burning down the house with him in it. The only idea I...
What is it, love? I whispered. Jamie, I do love you. I know it, he said quietly. I do know it, my own. Let me tell ye in your sleep how much I love you. For there’s no so much I can be saying to ye wh...
What is it about ye, Sassenach, I wonder? he said conversationally, eyes still fixed on Myers.What is about me?He turned then, and gave me a narrow eye. What it is that makes every man ye meet want t...
What he felt, though, was the echo of her flesh, and the reverberations of their farewell, with all its doubts and pleasures.
What a mystery blood was -- how did a tiny gesture, a tome of voice, endure through generations like the harder verities of flesh? He had seen it again and again, watching his nieces and nephews grow,...
What Jack Randall had done to him had sunk into his soul as surely as the flails of the lash had sunk in his back, and had left scars every bit as permanent. I
Well, I don’t suppose it’s an impt—impeddy—impediment, after all. Not as though he’d lost his cock, I mean. He hasn’t, has he?
We've ghosts enough between us, Sassenach. If the evils of the past canna hinder us-neither then shall any fears of the future. We must just must put things behind us and get on. Aye?
We didn’t speak anymore, then, as the melting boundaries of our bodies disappeared. It was slow, dreamy and peaceful, his body and mine as much as mine was his, so that I curled my foot round his leg...