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...
Sometimes a shadow rises, and death lies nameless in the dark.
Some people can leave their bodies and travel miles away, she said, staring meditatively at the page. Other people see them out wandering, and recognize them, and ye can bloody prove they were really...
Some kinds of hunger were sweet in themselves, the anticipation of satisfaction as keen a pleasure as the slaking.
So you've not only somehow married Fraser's wife, but you've accidentally been raising his illegitimate son for the last fifteen years?
So now thee has doomed thy kinsman, repudiated thy father, and caused me to betray my principles. What next?! Oh, bloody hell, he said, and grabbed her arms, pulled her roughly to him, and kissed her....
So I reached down into my workbasket, took my wee knife from its sheath, and went for his balls,
Slightly shorter than the common height, Grey found himself at a disadvantage in crowds.
Shock was giving way to a nervous impulse to laugh. Ken his family? Not likely; and how should he explain that he was the grandson—six times over—of her own brother, Dougal? That he was, in fact, not...
She supposed she ought to feel exposed in some way, the privacy of her thoughts and dreams laid bare to him—but she trusted him with them. He would never use those things against her.
She may be a good whore, but she’s no hand at cards.
She had seen Brianna’s face for a moment in the light; white as paper and hard as bone, with the eyes black holes. Her gentle, kindly mistress had vanished like smoke, taken over by a deamhan, a she-d...
She had disapproved, audibly, repeatedly, and eventually to my face, of my habit of going about with my head uncovered, it being her opinion that it was unseemly for a woman of my age not to wear eith...
She eyed her brother, standing by the window with his legs braced wide apart, hands on the sill and back stubbornly set against her. She bit her lip and a calculating look came over her face. Quick as...
Roger speaking to Brianna: It's too important. You don't forget having a dad.You do remember your father?No. I remember yours.
Roger Wakefield: ésta es mi hija, Brianna. Brianna Randall dio un paso adelante con una sonrisa tímida.
Rain was roaring on the tin roof now, and lightning struck close by, blue-white and sharp with ozone. We rode it together, forked and light-blind, breathless, and the thunder rolled through our bones.
Please, she said, don’t mention Jamie Fraser to my daughter.
Once, traveling at night, I fell asleep in the passenger seat of a moving car, lulled by the noise and motion into an illusion of serene weightlessness. The driver of the car took a bridge too fast an...
Oh, foisted, is it? cried Mr. Ormiston in righteous indignation. Such a word! And if it means what I think it does, young man, you should get down on your knees and thank God for such foistingness!