I was convinced by now that his feelings for Laoghaire were only those of a chivalrous friendship, but I didn’t know what he might do if he knew that his uncle had seduced the girl and got her with ch...
I used to think of you, when ye were small, Jamie was saying to Bree, his voice very soft. When I lived in the cave; I would imagine that I held ye in my arms, a wee babe. I would hold ye so, against...
I think perhaps the greatest burden lies in caring for those we cannot help. Not in having no one for whom to care? Fraser paused before answering; he might have been weighing the position of the piec...
I swear by the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, and by the holy iron that I hold, to give ye my fealty and pledge ye my loyalty to the name of the clan MacKenzie. If ever my hand shall be raised agains...
I knew an old lady in the Highlands once, who said the lines in your hand don’t predict your life; they reflect it.
I felt rather like the new moon: the shadow of pain and death was still clearly visible to me—but only because the light was there to throw it into perspective.
I didn't say you shouldn't worry, do you think I don't worry? But no, you probably can't do anything about me.' 'Well, maybe no, Sassenach, and maybe so. But I've lived a long enough time now to think...
I chose my way when I wed ye, though I kent it not at the time. But I chose, and cannot now turn back, even if I would.''Would you?' I looked into his eyes as I asked, and read the answer there. He sh...
I believe you, he said firmly. I dinna understand it a bit—not yet—but I believe you. Claire, I believe you! Listen to me! There’s the truth between us, you and I, and whatever ye tell me, I shall bel...
How should I know? Jamie said testily. D’ye think I had anything to do wi’ engaging midwives? Mrs. Martin, the old midwife who had delivered all previous Murray children, had died—like so many others—...
His mouth tightened up and he says, ‘I thought this was the young man who only a week past was shouting that he wasn’t afraid to die. Surely a man who’s not afraid to die isn’t afraid of a few lashes?...
His hand rested on my hair, and without knowing quite how it happened, I found myself curled against him, my head just fitting in the hollow of his shoulder.
Her maternal feelings were unlikely to be assuaged by hearing that the marriage had been performed in the middle of the night on a West Indian beach by a disgraced—if not actually defrocked—priest, wi...
He took a deep breath, shut his eyes, and commended his soul to God. I have had carnal knowledge of your wife, he blurted. He had expected to die more or less instantaneously upon this utterance, but...
He told me. About everything.
He shook his head, absorbed in one of his feats of memory, those brief periods of scholastic rapture where he lost touch with the world around him, absorbed completely in conjuring up knowledge from a...
He reached forward then and 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 wi...
He put his arm around her and drew her head down on his shoulder, and they sat silently together, waiting for the light to come back.
He put a hand flat on the counter, as though to steady himself. I have—bad news. I can see that, I said, a little tartly. Sit down, for God’s sake, before you fall down. He shook his head like a horse...
Hal swore in German behind him. He must have reached the part about the rifles; German oaths were reserved for the most stringent occasions, French being used for minor things like a burnt dinner, and...