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Strength of bone and fire of mind, all wrapped around a core of steel-hard purpose that would make him a deadly projectile, once set on any course.
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Not a hothouse flower, this daughter of Leoch, despite her surroundings.
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But war has a long fuse, and a slow match.
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I hadn't spent so much time in bemused contemplation of a penis since I was sixteen or so, and here I was, preoccupied with three of the things.
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More than most men, he valued his name-I only hoped that given time, it would once more have value.
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It's as though, knowing that everything is possible, suddenly nothing is necessary.
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Es verdad.., que no lo olvidare? Estaba arrodillado a su lado y espero un momento antes de responder. -Si, es verdad -dijo suavemente-, Pero tambien es verdad que con el tiempo no te importara. -?No? -Estaba demasiado cansada para seguir preguntandole. Se sentia extranamente lejana-. ?Aunque no sea lo bastante fuerte para matarlo? -Eres una mujer muy fuerte. -No lo soy. Me lo acabas de demostrar, no soy... Una mano en el hombro la detuvo. -..
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Home is where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.
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Roger wondered if this was the sort of way you felt after a battle; the sheer relief of finding yourself alive and unwounded made you want to laugh and arse about, just to prove you still could.
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Quite without warning, I began to cry. No sobbing, no throat-gripping spasms. Water simply welled in my eyes and flowed down my cheeks, slow as cold honey. A quiet acknowledgment of despair as things spiraled slowly out of control.
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In bed," she said calmly. "I want you to come to bed with me."
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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 against ye in rebellion, I ask that this holy iron shall pierce my heart." He lowered the dirk, kissed it at the juncture of haft and tang, and thrust it home in its sheath. Still kneeling, he offered both hands clasped to Colum, who took them betwee..
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It was the first breath of the new moon, but the whole of it was visible, a perfect ball of violet and indigo cupped in a sickle of light, luminous among the stars.
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new-moon
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his weight pinning me to the bed.
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One had known the care of other men from his earliest years, a part of the duty of his birthright; the other had come to it later, but both felt that burden to be the will of God, she had no doubt at all-both accepted that duty without question, would honor it, or die in trying. She only hoped it wouldn't come to that-for either of them.
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Your son is a drunkard," she informed him. Then she caught a whiff of Roger's breath. "Following in his father's footsteps, I see," she added coldly."
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solitude was in its own way a balm for loneliness.
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I'm not sure that religion was constructed with time travelers in mind." Buck's brows rose at that. "Constructed?" he echoed, surprised. "Who builds God?" That actually made Roger laugh, which made him feel a little better, if only momentarily. "We all do," he said dryly. "If God makes man in His image, we all return the favor."
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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 Culloden. Of grief. Of loss. Of fear.
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turned me away from him and fitted himself to my back so we lay nested together.
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You must," I murmured to myself, and then my knees buckled. Lying on the floor, with the carved panels of the ceiling flickering dimly above, I found myself thinking that I had always heretofore assumed that the tendency of eighteenth-century ladies to swoon was due to tight stays; now I rather thought it might be due to the idiocy of eighteenth-century men."
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Ye ken how to pick a good lass, MacKenzie? Start at the bottom and work your way up!
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Calmar el dolor y el miedo a la muerte servia para atenuar los propios temores.
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Nadie se muere por eso. Ni tu, ni yo>>
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I thought furiously.
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Put your trust in God, and pray for guidance. And when in doubt, eat." A Franciscan monk had once given me that advice, and on the whole, I had found it useful."
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And when my body shall cease, my soul will still be yours. Claire--I swear by my hope of heaven, I will not be parted from you." [...] "Nothing is lost, Sassenach; only changed." "That's the first law of thermodynamics," I said, wiping my nose. "No," he said. "That's faith."
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I cried then, holding nothing back. For empty years, yearning for the touch of a hand. Hollow years, lying beside a man I had betrayed, for whom I had no tenderness. For the terrors and doubts and griefs of the day. Cried for him and me and for Mary MacNab, who knew what loneliness was--and what love was, as well.
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I haven't," I said shortly. "But I've the sense I was born with, and two ears in good working order. And whatever 'King George's health' may be in Gaelic, I doubt very much that it sounds like 'Bragh Stuart.' " He tossed back his head and laughed. "That it doesna," he agreed. "I'd tell ye the proper Gaelic for your liege lord and ruler, but it isna a word suitable for the lips of a lady, Sassenach or no."
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The light faded slowly, retreating through the trees. The thick mossy trunks grew dense with shadow, edges still rimmed with a fugitive light that hid among the leaves, green shadows shifting with the sunset breeze.
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The universe had shifted, with a small, decisive click; he could still hear its echo in his bones.
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The world and each day in it is a gift, mo chridhe--no matter what tomorrow may be.
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You have lost your mind,"Jamie said coldly, the shock receding slightly. "Or I should think you had, if ye had one to lose."
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Of course you would protect the woman," he said. "You protect everyone, John--I don't suppose you can help it." Astonished, Grey opened his mouth to contest this absurd statement, but was forestalled when Percy leaned forward and kissed him softly. "You are the bravest man I know," Percy said, his breath warm on Grey's cheek. "And you will not convince me otherwise." --
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May God make safe to me each step, May God make open to me each pass, May God make clear to me each road, and may He take me in the clasp of His own two hands
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It's what happens when you live through things you shouldn't have been able to live through and can't reconcile that knowledge with the fact that you did.
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We look in the mirror and see the shades of other faces looking back through the years; we see the shape of memory, standing solid in an empty doorway. By blood and by choice, we make our ghosts; we haunt ourselves. Each ghost comes unbidden from the misty grounds of dream and silence.
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I listen," she said simply. "To what folk say--and what they don't."
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The flame of Brianna's head moved slightly, looking from one to the other, and I saw what she saw; the echo of Jamie's dangerous stillness in Roger. It was both unexpected and shocking; I had never seen any resemblance between them at all--and yet at the moment they might have been day and dark, images of fire and night, each mirroring the other. MacKenzie,
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Venemous," Jamie corrected him. "If it bites you and makes ye sick, it's venemous; if you bite it and it makes ye sick, it's poisonous."
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Luceo Non Uro. 'I shine, not burn,
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There comes a turning point in intense physical struggle where one abandons oneself to a profligate usage of strength and bodily resource, ignoring the costs until the struggle is over. Women find this point in childbirth; men in battle. Past that certain point, you lose all fear of pain or injury. Life becomes very simple at that point; you will do what you are trying to do, or die in the attempt, and it does not really matter much which.
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Do women hold back the evolution of such things as freedom and other social ideals, out of fear for themselves or their children? Or do they in fact inspire such things--and the risks required to reach them--by providing the things worth fighting for? Not merely fighting to defend, either, but to propel forward, for a man wanted more for his children than he would ever have.
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I did say when we were wed that I would always see ye fed, no?" He pulled me closer, tucking my head into the curve of his shoulder. "I gave ye three things that day," he said softly. "My name, my family, and the protection of my body. You'll have those things always, Sassenach--so long as we both shall live. No matter where we may be. I willna let ye go hungry or cold; I'll let nothing harm ye, ever."
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