I have loved others, and I do love many, Sassenach—but you alone hold all my heart, whole in your hands, he said softly. And you know that.
I hated him for as long as I could. But then I realized that loving him...that was a part of me, and one of the best parts. It didn't matter that he couldn't love me, that had nothing to do with it. B...
I had seen even well-established marriages shatter under the strain of smaller things. And those that did not shatter, but were crippled by mistrust
I had realized many years before why patients are called that; it’s because a sick person is generally incapacitated, and thus obliged to put up with any amount of harassment and annoyance from person...
I had not slept with many men other than my husband, but I had noticed that before to sleep, actually sleep with someone did give this sense of intimacy, as though your dreams had flowed out of you to...
I had always heretofore assumed that the tendency of eighteenth-century ladies to swoon was due to tight stays; now I rather thought it might be due to the idiocy of eighteenth-century men.
I gledala sam, zarobljena, vezana za njega. Gledala sam, dok je rusio poslednju od svojih maski, pokazivao mi svoje dubine i rane svoje duse. Da sam mogla, plakala bih zbog njegove i zbog svoje povred...
I glanced upward once, to see Brianna glowing, still smiling from ear to ear. Jamie was behind her, also smiling, his cheeks wet with tears. He said something to her in husky Gaelic, and brushing the...
I found the rooted silence, rushing stream, and rustling leaves balm to the spirit.
I felt at once horribly vulnerable and yet completely safe.
I don't know how long it went on, he continued. Not that long, likely, but it seemed like a long time to me. At last he stopped a moment and shouted at me. He was beside himself wi' fury, and I was so...
I didn’t know what it was about red hair, but many years’ experience with Jamie, Brianna, and Jemmy had taught me that while most people became irritable when hungry, a redheaded person with an empty...
I could know ye all my life, I think, and always love you. And
I could feel the hair rising on my forearms, as though with cold, and rubbed them uneasily. Two hundred years. From 1945 to 1743; yes, near enough. And women who traveled through the rocks. Was it alw...
However unknown my future, it would be shared, and the bond between my man and me went much deeper than the flesh. Beyond all this was the one great difference, though—I had chosen to be there.
How long is some time? Fifteen years, you said? Oh, a good deal longer than that. Isobel— He stopped abruptly, the smile vanishing. He hadn’t mentioned his dead wife before. You never saw her naked? I...
How long has it been since you last slept with a woman, if you don’t mind my asking? He didn’t appear to mind. He frowned a little and scratched his chest thoughtfully. Oh … fifteen years? At least th...
His heart was beating faster. Everett’s perfume was his accustomed musk and myrrh; the scent of it conjured tumbled linens, and the touch of hard and knowing hands.
His hand came around to caress my breast. Even when I’ve just left ye, I want you so much my chest feels tight and my fingers ache with wanting to touch ye again. He cupped my face in the dark, thumbs...
His half-visible presence reminded me faintly of Jamie; he was nearly as tall as his uncle, and very nearly as strong, though still lean and gangling with adolescence. We