Alright, all right, I said. What if I tell you a story, instead? Highlanders loved stories, and Jamie was no exception. Oh, aye, he said, sounding much happier. What sort of story is it?
All right. Go and find them. I’ll come in the morning—at first light. Meet me where I found you, all right? Awright, she whispered, and laid a small white hand on his chest, just over his heart. Sank...
All over the clearing, the same thing was happening; the women gave not an inch, but their men stepped out before them. Anyone coming into the clearing would think that the women had melted into invis...
Ah? he said, vaguely. No, I dinna think so. Still, he said with a smile, pulling his attention suddenly back to her, I wouldna be likely to. A young burke of sixteen’s too taken up wi’ his own grand s...
A shy smile touched the corner of his mouth, and he hitched himself up against the pillow. I … am not quite sure, to tell you the truth. Perhaps it is only an effort to reconcile my memories of last n...
A man who had never spoken love to me, who had never needed to, for I knew he loved me, as surely as I knew I lived. For where all love is, the speaking is unnecessary. It is all. It is undying. And i...
A good sex scene is about the exchange of emotions, not bodily fluids. That
A friend once told me 'The body has nay conscience.' I dinna ken that that's entirely so-but it is true that the body doesna generally admit the possibility of nonexistence. And if ye exist-well, ye n...
A bit more than that, I expect. For the first time, the young man took his eyes off Roger, shifting his glance to one side. Following the direction of his gaze, Roger felt a jolt like an electric shoc...
A Highlander in full regalia is an impressive sight—any Highlander, no matter how old, ill-favored, or crabbed in appearance. A tall, straight-bodied, and by no means ill-favored Highlander in the pri...
Toi d'abord.- Non, toi.- Pourquoi ?- J'ai peur.- Peur de quoi Sassenach ?- De ne plus pouvoir m'arrêter de le dire.Il lança un regard vers la ligne d'horizon où se levait la faucille de la lune.- C'es...
Usually went to the trouble of separating these from their original possessors before presenting them to me—but then the fur stirred, and a pair of bright eyes peered out of the tangled mass. My dog’s...
The curious alchemy of cookery, that process of making the transfer of life from one being to another palatable.
That to sleep, actually sleep with someone did give this sense of intimacy, as though your dreams had flowed out of you to mingle with his and fold you both in a blanket of unconscious knowing. A
Her small white dog Bouton hurrying at her heels to keep up. A far cry from the fluffy lapdogs so popular with the ladies of the Court, he looked vaguely like a cross between a poodle and a dachshund,...
Have always kent what it is to love a man—be he husband or brother, lover or son. A dangerous business; that’s what it is. Men go where they will, they do as they must; it is not a woman’s part to bid...
Had noticed before that to sleep, actually sleep with someone did give this sense of intimacy, as though your dreams had flowed out of you to mingle with his and fold you both in a blanket of unconsci...
Grave’s a fine and private place/But none, I think, do there embrace.
Crossly.
Accept the notion of one’s own mortality, and yet live fully, was a paradox worthy of Socrates.