I had one last try.Does it bother you that I'm not a virgin? He hesitated a moment before answering.Well, no, he said slowly, so long as it doesna bother you that I am. He grinned at my drop-jawed exp...
I had come to the conclusion - based on experience - that the only real way of learning to write a novel was probably to write a novel.
I am a sassenach, after all, I said, seeing it. He touched my face briefly with a rueful smile. Aye, mo duinne. But you’re my sassenach.
He turned his head to look full at me, his hair fire-struck with the setting sun, face dark in silhouette. Twenty-four years ago today, I married ye, Sassenach, he said softly. I hope ye willna have c...
He pressed me firmly to him, and I could feel that he was more than ready to get on with the business at hand. With some surprise, I realized that I was ready too. In fact, whether it was the result o...
Hasta ese entonces siempre había creído que la tendencia a desmayarse de las mujeres del siglo dieciocho se debía a los corsés apretados, Pero no, se debía a la estupidez de los hombres de aquel siglo...
Good sex scene is about the exchange of emotions, not bodily fluids
A peaceful refuge in which to rediscover each other, we thought,, not realizing that, while golf and fishing are Scotland's most popular outdoor sports, gossip is the most popular indoor sport.
—¿Te imaginas? —murmuró en algún momento de la madrugada—. ¿Sabes lo duro que es estar así con alguien y no encontrar jamás su secreto?—Sí —respondí pensando en Frank—. Lo sé.—Lo suponía. —Me tocó el...
Mouth worked a little, but he shook his head. I … no. Perhaps
You don’t need to know the purpose as you write, but when you read over something you’ve written, you should be able to point to any given element—be that a line of dialogue, a descriptive phrase, a p...
The lawyer had gone a mottled red and gray, like a bad oyster, but said nothing. Jamie
Soldiers manage by dividing themselves. They're one man in the killing, another at home, and the man that dandles his bairn on his knee has nothing to do wi' the man who crushed his enemy's throat wit...
Jamie… I only want to be where you are. Nothing else.
It was a blur, people say. What they really mean is the impossibility of anyone truly entering such an experience from outside, the futility of explanation.
It has always been forever, for me, Sassenach, he said simply.
If I were a horse, I’d let him ride me anywhere.
I was older, heavier, and completely berserk.
I meant no offense, he added a moment later, in a softer tone. I was surprised. I looked at him directly. I was too tired to be tactful. And a bit jealous, perhaps?
I estimated the ambient humidity at roughly a thousand percent, but tipped a little of my sweetened coffee into the saucer and blew on it nonetheless.