Come on! he said, grunting as he shifted the Chinaman’s slippery form for a better grip. They’ll be after us any moment!
Claire? he said, a question in his voice. I stopped, hand on the doorknob, feeling quite queer; he’d never called me by my name before. It took a small effort to look over my shoulder at him, but when...
Claire. To feel the small bones of your neck beneath my hands, and that fine, thin skin on your breasts and your arms … Lord, you are my wife, whom I cherish and I love wi’ all my life, and still I wa...
Claire, he said quietly. Tomorrow I will die. This child … is all that will be left of me—ever. I ask ye, Claire—I beg you—see it safe. I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my h...
Cirein Croin!
Can I help you? She was middle height and very pretty. He had an overall impression of fine bones and white linen, topped with a wealth of curly brown hair in a sort of half-tamed chignon. And in the...
But when I lay wi’ Emily—from the first time. I knew. Kent who I was again. He looked up at her then, eyes dark and shadowed by loss. My soul didna wander while I slept—when I slept wi’ her.
But what I do say is that there is nothing in this world or the next that can take ye from me—or me from you.
But we must not judge, thee knows, most particularly by appearance. Even one who seems most frivolous, spendthrift, or light-minded yet has a soul and is valuable before God.
But we do not fear silence, for often God speaks loudest in the quiet of our hearts.
But we are here, all of us. And we're here because I love you, more than the life that was mine. Because I believed you loved me the same way...will you tell me that's not true?No, he said after a mom...
But to return to thy question, we consider our life here on earth to be a sacrament, lived in the light of Christ. There may be an afterlife, but as no one has come back to say so, it’s a matter of sp...
But the expression of a well-made man appears not only in his face; It is in his limbs and joints also, it is curiously in the joints of his hips and wrists; It is in his walk, the carraige of his nex...
But some memories he seized, no matter how painful they were. The feel of his da’s hands, hard on his arms, holding him steady. The guards had been taking him somewhere—he didn’t recall and it didn’t...
But just then, for that fraction of time, it seems as though all things are possible. You can look across the limitations of your own life, and see that they are really nothing.
But for the hours of the night, I was helpless; powerless to move as a dragonfly in amber.
Books that were used had an open, interested feel to them, even if closed and neatly lined up on a shelf in strict order with their fellows. You felt as though the book took as much interest in you as...
Between hell now, and hell later, Sassenach, he said, his speech measured and precise, I will take later, every time.
Besides, he added cynically, a pair of ballocks may bring a man more sorrow than joy—though I havena met many who’d wish them gone, for all that.
Begin at the beginning and go on till you come to the end: then stop. The line from Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland drifted through my mind, and I smiled. Good advice, I supposed – but only if you ha...