The other men also disarmed, as was suitable in the house of God, leaving an impressively bristling pile of lethality in the back pew.
The night was cold, and very quiet, as though we were the only two souls in the world.
The lines of stress in Grey’s face eased a little. I see, he said slowly. So—you have not seen him since—my God, that’s twenty years! He stared at me, dumbfounded. And four months? Why—how— He shook h...
The large thumb, now—she did lean forward then and touch it lightly—that wouldn’t change much. Means you’re strong-minded, and have a will not easily crossed. She twinkled at me. Reckon your husband c...
The humming noise disturbed him. It wasn’t in his ears but in his body—under his skin, in his bones. It made the long bones of his arms and legs thrum like plucked strings, and itched in his blood, ma...
The gate was shut, and he didn’t bother fumbling for the latch but seized it with both hands and vaulted over, feeling an absurd rush of fierce pleasure in the feat.
The flame of Brianna’s head moved slightly, looking from one to the other, and I saw what she saw; the echo of Jamie’s dangerous stillness in Roger. It was both unexpected and shocking; I had never se...
The door opened again a few minutes later, and Jamie emerged, no more than six feet away. His mask of cool reserve was in place, but I knew him well enough to see the marks of a strong emotion under i...
The body is amazingly plastic. The spirit, even more so. But there are some things you don’t come back from. Say ye so, a nighean? True, the body’s easily maimed, and the spirit can be crippled—yet th...
The big white house glowed on the hill above them, tranquil in the afternoon light, the big red spruce behind it a looming but benign presence; not for the first time, he felt that the tree was someho...
The big Scot had sat by the man’s side all night, listening, encouraging, comforting. Grey had stood by the door, not wishing to frighten the man by the sight of his uniform, both surprised and oddly...
The Frenchman’s Gold! Beyond its value as treasure—which would belong to the Crown in any case—the gold had a considerable and personal value to John William Grey. The finding of that half-mythical ho...
That’s not what I asked, she said, a noticeable edge in her voice. I asked why my father shot him.He sighed. She could have found gainful employment with the Spanish Inquisition, he thoughtruefully; n...
That's not precisely what I had in mind. Jamie, I had found out by accident a few days previously, had never mastered the art of winking one eye. Instead, he blinked solemnly, like a large red owl.
That's how ye do it,' his brother Ian had told him... 'Ye find a way to live for that one more minute. And then another. And another... But after a time, ye find ye're in a different place than ye wer...
That was the first time that he ever touched me willingly, he said quietly. And the last—until this evening, when I gave him the other copy of that miniature.
That only by forgiveness could she forget—and that forgiveness was not a single act, but a matter of constant practice.
THE MAN IN THE WOOD
Superstition and sensation are always so much more appealing than truth and rationality. The
Sorry, lass, he said, with a half-smile. I’m a marrit man. He made to pass by, and she made a small incoherent sound, putting out a hand to stop him, but not quite daring to touch his sleeve. He stopp...