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| 1d40e57 | His most intimate keepsake was one that could not be lost or stolen, though. He flexed his left hand, where the thin white line of the letter "C"--carved a little crookedly, but still perfectly legible--showed on the mound at the base of his thumb. The "J" he had left on her would be likewise still visible, he supposed. He hoped." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| dc147fc | Jamie lingered awkwardly a moment, and then, as though suddenly making up his mind to it, stepped forward and bending down, cupped Grey's face between his hands. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| a96e0c1 | what he had learned himself by pain and grace? That only by forgiveness could she forget - and that forgiveness was not a single act, but a matter of constant practice. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 788e6e0 | But Jamie lingered awkwardly a moment, and then, as though suddenly making up his mind to it, stepped forward and bending down, cupped Grey's face between his hands. Grey felt the big hands warm on the skin of his face, light and strong as the brush of an eagle's feather, and then Jamie Fraser's soft wide mouth touched his own. There was a fleeting impression of tenderness and strength held in check, the faint taste of ale and fresh-baked b.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| a69efd2 | You'd think so, wouldn't you?" I said bleakly. "But I don't know, any more than you." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 2b67b85 | I have been more fortunate than most, I suppose," he said quietly. "There was the one thing he would take from me." His expression softened as he looked down into the face of the boy in the palm of his hand. "And he has given me something most precious in return." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| bb03873 | Jamie's back was turned to me, but Lord John faced the hallway; he could have seen me easily, had he looked. He wasn't looking toward the hallway, though. He was staring at Jamie, and on his face was a look of such naked hunger that the blood rushed to my own cheeks when I saw it. I dropped my fan. I saw the Governor's head turn, startled at the sound. Then I was running down the hall, back toward the salon, my heartbeat drumming in my ears.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 83fc7c0 | My hands were cold, and I felt slightly sick. What in the name of God was going on? The Governor's shock at learning that I was Jamie's wife was now at least partially explained; that one glimpse of unguarded, painful yearning had told me exactly how matters stood on his side. Jamie was another question altogether. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| ddce673 | Did you regret it?" I asked. "Not taking him up on his offer, I mean?" "Ten thousand times, at the very least," he assured me, breaking into a rueful grin. "At the same time ... refusing him was one of the few acts of true nobility to which I would lay claim for myself. It's true, you know," he added, "selflessness does carry its own reward--for if I had taken him, that would have destroyed forever what did exist between us. "To have given .. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| dd84bf6 | I would have sworn on Brianna's head that Jamie didn't; hadn't, couldn't, under any circumstances whatever. At least I would have sworn that before tonight. I closed my eyes, chest heaving, and tried not to think of what I had seen. I couldn't, of course. And yet, the more I thought of it, the more impossible it seemed. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 0fb5ff0 | 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 as he learned that Grey was in Jamaica? | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 82dd2e3 | 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 at that moment easily have murdered him, had I anything more lethal than a hairpin to hand. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| d09946f | The door opened again a few minutes later, and Jamie emerged, no more than six feet away. His mask of cool reserve was in place, but I knew him well enough to see the marks of a strong emotion under it. But while I could see it, I couldn't interpret it. Excitement? Apprehension? Fear and joy mingled? Something else? I had simply never seen him look that way before. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| e37c1f0 | Fraser was quiet, occasionally withdrawn--but he relaxed in the presence of horses, and Grey felt a small relaxation of his own tension in seeing it. He had arranged for Jamie's parole at Helwater because of the horses and the relative degree of freedom, and while he could not deceive himself that Jamie was content as a prisoner, at least he had some hope that he was not completely unhappy. Am I right to treat him thus? he wondered, watchin.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 44a564c | One man, a Fraser of Lovat's regiment, escaped. "He meant to die on Culloden Field," Roger whispered, "But he didn't." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 84ec410 | I knew too well that deadness of heart; the sense of sleepwalking through days and lying open-eyed at night, finding no rest, knowing only emptiness that was not peace. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| ebbe9ae | You, of all people, must appreciate the force of the Hieland charge!" Jamie looked up at that, and regarded MacDonald for a long moment before replying. "Aye, well. Ye were behind the cannon at Culloden, Donald. I was in front of them. With a sword in my hand." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 954c83c | Ian, your Latin would disgrace a dog! And as for the rest, ye havena got enough understanding of Greek to tell the difference between water and wine!" "If they're drinkin' it, it's not water," -- | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 9235d8b | And time is, of course, all-healing. Give anything enough time, and everything is taken care of: all pain encompassed, all hardship erased, all loss subsumed. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 8aa1ecb | Jamie," I said, suddenly thinking of something, "do you speak German?" "Eh? Oh, aye," | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| aa6bc72 | You mustn't hit him again, Grand-pere," Germain said earnestly, breaking the silence. "He's a very good man, and I'm sure he won't take Grannie to bed anymore, now that you're home to do it." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 0bc320a | The big Scot had sat by the man's side all night, listening, encouraging, comforting. Grey had stood by the door, not wishing to frighten the man by the sight of his uniform, both surprised and oddly touched at Fraser's gentleness. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| d6de4a9 | He felt oddly comfortable with the man, he realized, with a feeling of surprise. Part of it was sheer fatigue, of course; all his usual reactions and feelings were numbed by the long night and the strain of watching a man die by inches. The entire night had seemed unreal to Grey; not least was this odd conclusion, wherein he found himself sitting in the dim dawn light of a country tavern, sharing a pitcher of ale with Red Jamie Fraser. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 1616820 | Grey drank cold water, then splashed it on his face, feeling the shock of it revive him momentarily. He had been awake for more than twenty-four hours, and was feeling slow and stupid. Fraser had been awake for the same twenty-four hours, but gave no apparent sign of being troubled by the fact. He was crawling busily around the spring on his hands and knees, evidently plucking some sort of weed from the water. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 2135e79 | Grey felt his brows shoot up. "Green plants stop scurvy?" he blurted. "Wherever did you get that notion?" | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 22f721e | Shock was giving way to a nervous impulse to laugh. Ken his family? Not likely; and how should he explain that he was the grandson--six times over--of her own brother, Dougal? That he was, in fact, not only Jamie's nephew, but her own as well, if a bit further down the family tree than one might expect? | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 8aa2446 | He touched his cheek, where the darker line of a scar sliced across the ruddy skin; a memento of the scandalous duel that had sent him into exile at Ardsmuir. "God knows what you did to be sent here, Grey," he said, shaking his head. "But for your own sake, I hope you deserved it! Luck to you!" And with a swirl of blue cloak, he was gone." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 6299335 | Still, he always approahed the job with a faint reluctance, disliking the manner of it more than the result. Chopping down a tree for timber was straight-forward; girdling it seemed somehow mean-spirited, if practical, leaving the tree to die slowly, unable to bring water from its roots above the ring ot bare, exposed wood. It was not so unpleasant in the fall, at least, when the trees were dormant and leafless already; it must be rather li.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| eaac1dc | Dared he ask about George? Not a direct inquiry, that wouldn't do, but a reference to the family, asking whether his mother had happened to encounter Lady Everett lately, and might he ask to be remembered to her son? He sighed and drew another point on his object. No. His widowed mother was ignorant of the situation, but Lady Everett's husband moved in military circles. His brother's influence would keep the gossip to a minimum, but Lord Ev.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 6f870f7 | He sighed, rubbing his cheek against the pillow. He could see Hector still, in his mind's eye. Dark-haired and blue-eyed, tender-mouthed, always smiling. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| e573175 | Perhaps you are too young to know the power of hate and despair. Quarry's voice spoke in Grey's memory. He was not; he recognized them at once in the depths of Fraser's eyes. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| bea8d18 | The maxillary muscles run from the sagittal crest at the top of the skull to an insertion on the mandible," I thought, dimly recalling the description from Grey's Anatomy." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| d63a133 | The greylag mate for life. If ye kill a grown goose, hunting, ye must always wait, for the mate will come to mourn. Then ye must kill the second, too, for otherwise it will grieve itself to death, calling through the skies for the lost one. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 1d73147 | I am going to be where you are for the rest of our lives," I said firmly. "If that's a week or another forty years." "Longer," he said, and smiled" | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 53cd4b3 | The most important thing I've learned about women, Sassenach, is which one to choose. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| bf0a46f | Then kiss me, Claire" he whispered. "And know that you are more to me than life, and I have no regret." I couldn't answer, but kissed him, first his hand, it's crooked fingers, warm and firm, and the brawny wrist of a sword-wielder, and then his mouth, heaven and promise and anguish all mingled, and the salt of tears in the taste of him." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| a183409 | Eros Rising | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 3090f82 | hire a boat and try to catch her up. So long as I board her before we reach Le Havre, it should be all right | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| ab5f985 | He remembered Jamie's face as they rode in to Helwater, alight as they saw the women on the lawn--with William. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 787c74d | He'd suspected it when he'd found Fraser in the chapel with Geneva Dunsany's coffin, just before her funeral. But now he knew, beyond doubt. Knew, too, why Fraser did not desire his freedom. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 183874e | But here," he said, so softly I could barely hear him, "here in the dark, with you ... I have no name." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| c69ca0f | I knew from the first glimpse that he was dead. But I ran to him". There was no way in which to describe his feelings, because he hadn't had any. The world had simply ceased in that moment, and with it, all his knowledge of how things were done. He simply could not see how life might continue. The first lesson of adult life was it, horribly, did." | death mourning | Diana Gabaldon | |
| 8177d46 | Thus invited, I could hardly not look at him. And in all truth, I wanted to, out of simple curiosity. He was trim and lightly built, but muscular and solid. A little softness at the waist, but no fat--and softly furred with vigorous blond hair, darkening to brown at his crutch. It was a warrior's body; I was well acquainted with those. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 060d01e | there was nothing frightening about the dead man; there never is. No matter how ugly the manner in which a man dies, it's only the presence of a suffering human soul that is horrifying; once gone, what is left is only an object. | Diana Gabaldon |