It was what you did when someone died; turned toward God and at least acknowledge the fact.
It’s strange, he said, when he was alive, I didna pay him much heed. But once he was dead, the things he’d told me had a good deal more influence.
It’s what happens when you live through things you shouldn’t have been able to live through and can’t reconcile that knowledge with the fact that you did.
I’m hale enough, he said. And with luck, may be so for a good many years yet—but not forever, Sassenach. I ha’ fought wi’ sword and dirk many times, but to every warrior comes the day when his strengt...
I’ve yet to see the auld woman believes in witches, nor the young one, neither. It’s men think there must be ill-wishes and magic in women, when it’s only the natural way of the creatures.
Jamie Fraser looked across the field to where Twelvetrees stood with his two companions, then looked soberly down at Grey. He must not live. Ye may trust me to see to that. If he kills me, you mean, G...
Jamie has held my life in his hands for a good many years now, he answered softly. I will trust him with William’s. And what if Willie remembers a groom named MacKenzie better than you think? Or happe...
Jamie laid a hand on mine, and my fingers turned to intertwine with his. I could feel his pulse in my own fingertips, the solid bones of knuckle and phalanges. His right hand, battered and marked with...
Jamie lingered awkwardly a moment, and then, as though suddenly making up his mind to it, stepped forward and bending down, cupped Grey’s face between his hands.
Jamie rose to take our leave, but Grey stopped him. Wait. Will you not require a safe place for your—for Mrs. Fraser? He didn’t look at me, but at Jamie, eyes steady. I should be honored if you would...
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.
Jamie’s face, already drawn and grim, grew somewhat grimmer at this question. The completest of landlubbers, he was not just prone to seasickness, but prostrated by it. He had been violently ill all t...
John felt the night as something wild creeping upon him, the force of spring itself rising from the ground into his feet, his legs, bursting through his body ’til the blood throbbed in his fingers, pu...
John himself seemed to be considering the matter, lips pursed. He had a heavy beard, I saw; the blond stubble softened his features and at the same time gave me an odd feeling of strangeness—I had so...
June 16, 1778 The forest between Philadelphia and Valley Forge
Love for a child cannot be free; from the first signs of movement in the womb, a devotion springs up as powerful as it is mindless, irresistible as the process of birth itself. But powerful as it is,...
Mac had found him. A big hand had suddenly reached down and grabbed him, and the next minute he was lifted up, bruised and scraped and bleeding but clutched tight against the Scottish groom’s rough sh...
Man is born to sorrow and whiskers. One of the plagues of Adam.
Many of the lost will be found, eventually, dead or alive. Disappearances, after all, have explanations.
Mother Claire! Where’s Papa? There are— He had seized me by the arms as I reeled backward, but his concern for me was superseded by a sound from the hall beyond the landing. He glanced toward the soun...
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