His hair was not only long and glossily anointed with bear fat, but most resplendently dressed, with a high tail twisted up from the crown of his head and dropping down his back, ending in a dozen tin...
He’s fair-haired, wi’ long yellow locks tied up wi’ blue ribbon. And big eyes and long lashes, too, like a lassie’s. Hayes leered at his listeners, batting his own stubby lashes in mock flirtation. En...
Here’s tae us. Wha’s like us? Damned few, she replied in broad Scots, and they’re all deid.
Here we stopped, turning our horses over to the attention of a hostler, who moved so slowly as to seem ossified.
Help us, O Lord, to remember how often men do wrong through want of thought, rather than from lack of love; and how cunning are the snares that trip our feet.
He wanted to laugh; the vision of her pounding that wee boy in a fury of berserk rage, hair flying in the wind and a look of blood in her eye, was one he would treasure.
He took my arm, and bowed formally. And may I have the pleasure to present to you my wife, Claire? he said aloud, shifting effortlessly into French. Claire? The Governor looked wildly at me. Claire? E...
He stirred, though, at the sounds of the garden gate opening and low voices. Tom? he came out from under his sheltering quince, to find both Tom and Rodrigo—both of whom were amazingly, if flatteringl...
He sighed, but smiled to let me know he didn’t mind the question. If you really must know, I have for many years enjoyed a physical relationship with my cook.
He set off toward Walnut Street, no longer numb. He felt once more himself, strong and determined. There was, after all, one more service he might perform for Jamie Fraser. You must marry me, he repea...
He seized my free hand, hard, and looked down at me. You may have it, he said. His voice was very low, but he met my eyes straight on. All of it. Anything that was ever done to me. If ye wish it, if i...
He reached into the drawer of his desk, and pulled out my fan, white silk embroidered with violets. This is yours, I suppose? I found it in the corridor. His mouth twisted wryly as he looked at me. I...
He reached forward then took me in his arms, held me close for a moment, the breath of snow and ashes cold around us. Then he kissed me, released me, and I took a deep breath of cold air, harsh with t...
He meant it, but he bent his head to hers and took her mouth, so short of breath he must have hers, needing so urgently to join with her that he would do it in whatever way he might—hands, breath, mou...
He looked like Bree, didn’t he? He was like her? Yes. He breathed heavily, almost a snort. I could see it in your face—when you’d look at her, I could see you thinking of him. Damn you, Claire Beaucha...
He hadn’t worn the kilt since Culloden, but his body had not forgotten the way of it.
He hadn’t seen—or heard from—Grey since that day. Had the man been nursing a grudge all this time and finally decided to put paid to Jamie Fraser’s account, once and for all? It was the most likely ex...
He had been fixed in my memory for so long, glowing but static, like an insect frozen in amber. And then had come Roger’s brief historical sightings, like peeks through a keyhole; separate pictures li...
He could hear Jamie’s breath, or thought he could—it seemed part of the soft wind that touched his face. He could smell Jamie, smell the musk of his body, the dried sweat and dust in his clothes, and...
He choked, laughed in a shocked way, wept a little more,