Everyone makes choices, and no one knows what may be the end of any of them. If my own was to blame for many things, it was not to blame for everything. Nor was harm all that had come of it.
Every legend has one foot on the truth.
Does your knee still hurt, Sassenach? he asked, seeing me rub it. It hadn’t ever quite recovered from being strained during our adventures on the Pitt, and climbing stairs provoked it. Oh, just part o...
Do ye want me? he whispered. Sassenach, will ye take me--and risk the man that I am, for the sake of the man ye knew? I felt a great wave of relief, mingled with fear. It ran from his hand on my shou...
Do ye want me to be a horse, a bear, or a dog? A hedgehog. A hedgehog? And just how does a hedgehog make love? he demanded. No, I thought. I won’t. I will not. But I did. Very carefully, I replied, gi...
Damn, I said softly to myself. I had been fighting it for some time. Even before this ridiculous marriage, I had been more than conscious of his attraction. It had happened before, as it doubtless hap...
Da mi basia mille, he whispered, smiling. Give me a thousand kisses. It was the inscription inside my ring, a brief quotation from a love song by Catullus. I bent and gave him one back. Dein mille alt...
But some memories he seized, no matter how painful they were. The feel of his da’s hands, hard on his arms, holding him steady. The guards had been taking him somewhere—he didn’t recall and it didn’t...
But he found the wall of prayer a barricade between himself and the wicked sly thoughts and, closing his eyes briefly, felt his father walk beside him and Brian Fraser’s last kiss soft as the wind on...
Bedding her could be anything from tenderness to riot, but to take her when she was a bit the worse for drink was always a particular delight.Intoxicated, she took less care for him than usual; abando...
As I leaned against the wall, trembling in the shadows, the door to the Governor’s quarters opened, and the Governor came out, returning to his party. His face was flushed and his eyes shone. I could...
And so he began haltingly to speak—in Gaelic, as it was the only tongue that didn’t seem to require any effort. He understood that he was to speak of what filled his heart, and so began with Scotland—...
And below, the notebook filled with fine cursive script, laying out in strict order conclusion and delusion, mingling myth and science, drawing from learned men and legends, all of it based on the pow...
Am I a man? To want you so badly that nothing else matters? To see you, and know I would sacrifice honor or family or life itself to lie wi' you, even though ye'd left me?
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?
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 party at which the guests are all of the beautiful persuasion tends to be dull indeed, as they have no conversation that does not pertain to themselves. A successful gathering requires a number of t...
A good sex scene is about the exchange of emotions, not bodily fluids. That
A brown, rocklike fist rose out of the mass and descended with considerable force, meeting decisively with some bony protuberance, by the sound of the resultant crack.
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...