He looked over the jars. There was another customer in the shop, hovering near the counter, where tonics were dispensed and compounds
Friend’s face that something terrible had happened. The fact that he was seeing Jamie Fraser’s face at all was evidence enough of that, never mind the look of the man.
Exposure to a two-year-old boy was probably the best possible object lesson in the dangers of motherhood,
By the assault. Shading his eyes against the dazzle from the window, he peered down into the shadows. Oh, hallo there, wee dog, he said politely, and took a step forward, knuckles stretched out. Bouto...
And if she wasn’t precisely pretty, she had a force of character that is often more attractive than simple beauty.
A bit self-conscious. I used to wear mine long as well. It’s short now because the monks had to shave the back of my head and it’s had but a few months to grow again. He bent forward at the waist, inv...
You’ll have to keep it up for longer than that, if you expect ecstatic moans, I answered. Two minutes doesn’t deserve any more than a giggle.
You—shoot him, can’t you? Jamie shrugged and, lifting the rifle to
Your face is my heart, Sassenach,’ he said softly, ‘and love of you is my soul. But
Your aunt’s a handsome woman, Fraser, but she could freeze the ballocks off the King o’ Japan, and she wanted to.
You're mine, damn ye, Claire Fraser! Mine, and I wilna share ye, with a man or a memory, or anything whatever, so long as both shall live.
You tell me exactly what happened, ye filthy wee pervert, Fraser whispered, his breath hot on Grey’s face and smelling of ale. He shook Grey slightly. Every word. Every motion. Everything. Grey got ju...
You mustn’t hit him again, Grand-père, Germain said earnestly, breaking the silence. He’s a very good man, and I’m sure he won’t take Grannie to bed anymore, now that you’re home to do it.
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 it helps ye, I will live it through again.
You learn it when you become a doctor. Not in school—that isn’t where you learn, in any case—but when you lay your hands on people and presume to heal them. There are so many there, beyond your reach....
You first. No, you. Why? I'm afraid. Of what, my Sassenach? The darkness was rolling in over the fields, filling the land and rising up to meet the night. The light of the new crescent moon marked the...
You don't have any hair at all at the tops of your thighs, I said, admiring the smooth white skin there. Why is that, do you think? The cow licked it off the last time she milked me, he said between...
You can…call me Da, he said. His voice was husky; he stopped and cleared his throat. If—if ye want to, I mean, Da. Is that Gaelic? He smiled back, the corners of his mouth trembling slightly. No. It’s...
You can take the Governor’s pinnace; that’s small, but it’s seaworthy. Grey fumbled through the drawer of his desk. I’ll write an order for the dockers to hand it over to you. Aye, we’ll need the boat...
You are my courage, as I am your conscience, he whispered. You are my heart—and I your compassion. We are neither of us whole, alone. Do ye not know that, Sassenach? I do know that, I said, and my voi...