My father always said that was the difference between an American and an Englishman. An Englishman thinks a hundred miles is a long way; an American thinks a hundred years is a long time.
My father, he said abruptly. Pa—Lord John, I mean. He knew—knows? Yes. Thin ice again. I didn’t think he had any idea that Lord John had married Isobel principally for his sake—and Jamie’s—but didn’t...
My first coherent thought was, It’s raining. This must be Scotland.
Not a hothouse flower, this daughter of Leoch, despite her surroundings.
Oh. It’s Fraser. James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser. He pronounced it formally, each name slow and distinct. Completely flustered, I said Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp, and stuck out my hand idioti...
Once I had thought I was whole -- had seemed to be able to love a man, to bear a child, to heal the sick--and know that all these things were natural parts of me, not the difficult, troubled fragments...
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...
Roger became aware, in a subliminally marital way, that his wife was disgruntled at the thought of being left behind to organize the harvest-a filthy, exhausting job at the best of times-whilst he fro...
Roger lay in the dust of the road, bruised, filthy, and starving, with a woman trembling and weeping against his chest, now and then giving him a small thump with her fist. He had never felt happier i...
Roger was on the whole rather glad that her father was not present, since he would certainly have taken paternal umbrage at the sorts of thoughts Roger was thinking; thoughts
Roger wondered if this was the sort of way you felt after a battle; the sheer relief of finding yourself alive and unwounded made you want to laugh and arse about, just to prove you still could.
Roger, listening intently, couldn't keep from asking a question at this point.Is it true Colonel Stark said 'Don't fire till you see the whites of their eyes?'Lee coughed discreetly.Well sir. I couldn...
Sassenach, he said against my shoulder, a moment later. Mm? Who in God’s name is John Wayne? You are, I said. Go to sleep. I really needed that laugh to break the tears.
Seen without the suddenness of surprise, there was nothing frightening about the dead man; there never is. No matter how ugly the manner in which a man dies, it’s only the presence of a suffering huma...
She and her mother both gave that odd impression of having been outlined somehow, drawn with such vivid strokes and delicate detail that they stood out from their background as though they’d been engr...
She lifted the small stack of books from their wrappings, stroking the soft leather cover of the top one with a forefinger that trembled with delight. Jenny loved books with the same passion her broth...
She smelled of cinnamon and honey and the clean sweat of exertion, with an undertone of baby-scent, that paradoxical smell composed of spit-up milk, soft feces, and the ultimate cleanliness of fresh,...
Sleeping under the moon and stars in the arms of a naked lover, the two of you cradled by furs and soft leaves, lulled by the gentle murmur of the chestnut trees and the far-off rumble of a waterfall,...
So you've not only somehow married Fraser's wife, but you've accidentally been raising his illegitimate son for the last fifteen years?
Some dim instinct said he should step forward, raise his own voice, assert his authority, sort this. He turned and walked away. He wasn’t in uniform, he told himself. They wouldn’t listen, would be co...
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