Getting up once in the dark to go adventuring is a lark. Twice in two days smacks of masochism. No
For a moment, I saw him as he had looked the morning I married him. The sett of his tartan was nearly the same now as then; black check on a crimson ground, plaid caught at his shoulder with a silver...
Faith is as powerful a force as science-- but far more dangerous
Fair enough, I whispered, and drained the cup, the shreds of tea leaf strong and bitter on my tongue.
Eğer Zaman biraz olsun Tanrı'ya benzeyen bir şeyse, o halde Hafıza'nın Şeytan olması gerektiğini düşünüyorum.
Everyone can lie, young Roger, given cause enough. Even me. It's only that it's harder for those of us who live in glass faces; we have to think up our lies ahead of time.
Even if that were true, I said, struggling to keep my own voice level, why the bloody hell would I marry you? Let alone why you would want to marry me, which I don’t believe for an instant. Believe it...
Euterpe, he blurted, and I stopped dead, jarred to the backbone. What? I whispered. What? Lost, he said, in a voice that wasn’t his own. Lost. With all hands. No, I said, trying for reason. No, it’s n...
Don’t you touch me! I snapped. Just tell me—do you think, on the evidence of a strange man happening to glance up at my window, that I’ve had some flaming affair with one of my patients? Frank got out...
Do not forget to entertain strangers, Buck said in the same language, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.
Dinna fash yourself, Sassenach. Ye canna say more than ye know, but tell me it all, just once more.
Dearest mother, John Grey wrote, later that night. I am arrived safely at my new post, and find it comfortable. Colonel Quarry, my predecessor—he is the Duke of Clarence’s nephew, you recall?—made me...
Damn you, Sassenach! his voice said, from a very great distance. His voice was choked with passion. Damn you! I swear if ye die on me, I'll kill you!
D'ye think I don't know? he asked softly. It's me that has the easy part now. For if ye feel for me as I do for you-then I'm asking you to tear out your heart and live without it.
Come to think, perhaps being nearly killed wasn't always a misfortune-so long as you didn't actually die of it.
Come to me. Cover me. Shelter me, a bhean, heal me. Burn with me, as I burn for you.
Claire’s hands moved when she talked, rising long and white in the air, as though she would catch the future between them and give it shape, would hand Jamie her thoughts as she spoke them, smooth and...
But what I do say is that there is nothing in this world or the next that can take ye from me—or me from you.
But we must not judge, thee knows, most particularly by appearance. Even one who seems most frivolous, spendthrift, or light-minded yet has a soul and is valuable before God.
But if he knew Grey so intimately as to make what I had witnessed plausible in the name of friendship alone, then why had he not told me of him before? Why go to such lengths to see the man, as soon a...