The lad’s offering to take the girl’s punishment for her,” she said absently, peeking around a spectator in front of us.
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.
Superstition and sensation are always so much more appealing than truth and rationality. The.
Not everyone who goes through the stones comes out again.” His look sharpened. “How d’ye ken that, Sassenach?” “I can – I could – hear them. Screaming.” I.
I had never deflowered anyone before.
His heart was beating faster. Everett’s perfume was his accustomed musk and myrrh; the scent of it conjured tumbled linens, and the touch of hard and knowing hands.
It’s always better if they see. Then they don’t imagine things. So I didn’t imagine, I remembered.
Respectability had its uses. I wondered idly how many spymasters had thought of using elderly ladies? You didn’t hear about old women as spies – but then again, that might merely indicate how good they were at it.
I am a Highlander,” Jamie said bleakly. He glanced once more at the far bank, where occasional glimpses of tartan showed through the mist, and then back. The shouting echoed from the fog. “And I am the sire of Americans.
There was a rustle near his ear, and he turned his head to see the crow. It stood on the grass a foot away, a blotch of wind-ruffled black feathers, regarding him with a bead-bright eye. Deciding that he posed no threat, it swiveled its neck with casual ease and jabbed its thick sharp bill into Jack Randall’s eye.
And I think that respect has maybe room for secrets, but not for lies.
Why, the lad’s, of course.” She turned to face me, small mouth mocking and green eyes bright with mischief. “Young Jamie.
I have noticed,” she said slowly, “that time does not really exist for mothers, with regard to their children. It does not matter greatly how old the child is.
My parents would take my sister and me out for dinner now and then, and while waiting for the food to be served, would point out the oldest, most harried looking waitress in the place, saying sternly, “Be sure you get a good education, so you don’t have to do that when you’re fifty!
It took two days, and God kens well that I recall every second of those days – yet it seems that I lost her between one heartbeat and the next. And I – I keep lookin’ for her there, in that space between.
Futility. Uselessness. Bloody entrophy. Death matters, at least sometimes.
Even in the open air, it seemed, freedom had definite limits.
So far as Grey’s own opinion counted, a love that sacrificed honor was less honest than simple lust, and degraded those who professed to glory in it.
I had seen even well-established marriages shatter under the strain of smaller things. And those that did not shatter, but were crippled by mistrust.
You underestimate your own merits, John – as always. Of course, nothing becomes manly virtue more than simple modesty.