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| b028eec | Two things weren't. The silver bracelet he had given her--and her grandmother's pearls. "Jesus bloody Christ." He looked again, just to be sure, dumping out the glittering junk and spreading it on his counterpane. No pearls. Certainly no string of baroque Scottish pearls, spaced with antique gold roundels. She couldn't be wearing them, not to an engineering conference in Sri Lanka. The pearls were an heirloom to her, not an ornament. She se.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| c43cdf5 | Thought of the general drew his fragmented thoughts together, a magnet in a scatter of loose iron filings. Someone to depend on...a man to share the burden...he wanted that, above all things. "Oh, God," he whispered, and moths touched his face, gentle in the dark." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| ba23ae8 | I assure you, Mother," he said dryly, "you are undoubtedly the most interesting woman I've ever met." She snorted briefly and gave him a direct look. "I suppose that's why you haven't yet married, is it?" "I didn't think a wife needed to be interesting," he replied, with some honesty. "Most of the ones I know certainly aren't." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 648075d | Then she was crying in his arms, choking and gasping, tears running down her face as she clutched him. "Why?" she sobbed. "Why did you have to follow me? Didn't you realize? Now what are we going to do!" "Do? Do about what?" He couldn't tell whether she was crying from anger or fear--both, he thought. She stared up at him through strands of tangled hair. "Getting back! You have to have somebody to go to--somebody you care for. You're the on.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 437fe5d | He felt a moment's passionate gratitude to her. He'd seen her look at the boy, and knew how she must feel. She'd known about the lad, of course, but seeing the flesh-and-blood proof that her husband had shared another woman's bed wasn't something a wife should be asked to put up with. Little wonder if she was inclined to stick pins in John, him pushing the lad under her nose as he had. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 14395a1 | It wasn't stubbornness, nor even loyalty, that had made Willie insist on staying at the Ridge. It was love of John Grey, and fear of his loss. And it was the same love that made the boy weep in the night, desperate with worry for his father. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| ac093ee | Tom had automatically picked up the oily rag that lived on the corner of Grey's desk and, with a dexterous flick, snapped a fat fly out of the air and into oblivion. "Dead whale garnished with mint? That should cause my blood to be especially attractive to the more discriminating biting insects in Charles Town--to say nothing of Canada." Jamaican flies were a nuisance but seldom carnivorous, and the sea breeze and muslin window screening ke.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| cd54e97 | I thought he'd have an apoplexy on the spot," Grey said, lips twitching. "Likely wishes he had." Grey looked at Tom, Tom at Grey, and they burst into suffocated snorts of laughter at the memory of the Honorable Mr. Braythwaite's face on this occasion. "Come, come," Lord John said, getting himself under control. "This will never do. Have you--" | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 8c5d9b7 | I wouldna tell ye if I did," he said, just as quietly. "But I don't." "Would you warn him--if you could?" Grey asked. He oughtn't, but was possessed by curiosity. "I would," Fraser replied without hesitation. He turned round now and looked down at Grey, expressionless. "He was once my friend." So was I, Grey thought, and took more brandy. Am I now again? But not even the most exigent curiosity would make him ask." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| d085231 | That's not right," Willie was saying, turning to look up at him. "You cast with the left hand. I saw you." "Aye, but I'm cack-handed, my lord. Most men would cast with the right." "Cack-handed?" Willie's mouth curved up again. "I find my left hand more convenient to most purposes than is the right, my lord." "That's what I thought it meant. I'm the same." Willie looked at once rather pleased and mildly shamefaced at this statement. "My--my .. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| f0cb514 | He was tempted to tell the boy the circumstances of that first meeting, but that would be poor repayment to John for his priceless gift, these precious few days with his son. "He was a verra gallant soldier, indeed," Jamie agreed, straight-faced. "And right about the hands, as well. Have ye begun your schooling with the sword, then?" "Just a little." Willie was forgetting his embarrassment in enthusiasm for the new topic. "I've had a little.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 697d141 | I'll try verra hard, John." The Governor sat down, wearily. There were deep circles under his eyes, and his impeccable linen was wilted; obviously he had not changed his clothes from the day before. "All right. I don't know where you're going, and it's likely better I don't. But if you can, keep out of the sealanes north of Antigua. I sent a boat this morning, to ask for as many men as the barracks there can supply, marines and sailors both.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 328cddf | Jamie rose to take our leave, but Grey stopped him. "Wait. Will you not require a safe place for your--for Mrs. Fraser?" He didn't look at me, but at Jamie, eyes steady. "I should be honored if you would entrust her to my protection. She could stay here, in the Residence, until you return. No one would trouble her--or even need to know she was here." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| eac410a | Come to me. Cover me. Shelter me, a bhean, heal me. Burn with me, as I burn for you." "Until we two burn to ashes." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 315c391 | She must go with me, John," he said. "There is no choice about it; she must." Grey's glance flickered to me, then away, but not before I had seen the look of jealousy in his eyes. I felt sorry for him, but there was nothing I could say; no way to tell him the truth. "Yes," he said, and swallowed noticeably. "I see. Quite." Jamie held out a hand to him. He hesitated for a moment, but then took it. "Good luck, Jamie," he said, voice a little .. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 335f18b | Grey spoke with more heat than filial respect, but panic made him edgy. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 5f4163b | Grey was thinking that Lieutenant Rimes was equally likely to rise to great heights in his service or to be court-martialed and hanged at Execution Dock, but he kept these thoughts to himself. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 9226177 | The Frenchman's Gold! Beyond its value as treasure--which would belong to the Crown in any case--the gold had a considerable and personal value to John William Grey. The finding of that half-mythical hoard would be his passport out of Ardsmuir--back to London and civilization. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| fb6eeb9 | His own words brought back to him the letters he had written now and then. The phantoms, as he thought of them: letters he'd written to Jamie Fraser--honest, conversational, heartfelt, and very real. No less real because he'd burned them all. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 3cd2788 | When you write it down..." he said. "Does that make it--whatever it is--real again? Or does the act of putting it into words make it unreal? You know, something...separate from yourself." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 7f13ede | He put his arm around her and drew her head down on his shoulder, and they sat silently together, waiting for the light to come back. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 4725068 | We are all wired with a natural propensity to learn, grow, and expand. Think of the positive things that make you happy, bring you joy, deepen your understanding, and make you feel wonderful. These things enlarge and grow with positive energy, don't they? The opposite is true as well; negative things make us feel stressed, sad, angry, or overwhelmed. They leave us feeling depleted and contracted. | body-language-quotes communication-skills energy-quotes expansion-quotes mindset-quotes motivational-speaker-susan-young quotes-by-susan-c-young relationship-quotes | Susan C. Young | |
| ea514d5 | 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 welcome and acquainted with my charge. I am provided with a most excellent servant, and while I am bound to find many things about Scotland strange at first, I am sure I will find the experience interesting. I was served an object for my supp.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 5e71cfd | the Dowager Countess Melton was not a fool. She knew quite well that he was in disgrace; promising young officers in the good graces of their superiors were not sent to the arse-end of Scotland to oversee the renovation of small and unimportant prison-fortresses. But his brother Harold had told her that the trouble was an unfortunate affair of the heart, implying sufficient indelicacy to stop her questioning him about it. She likely thought.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| af2826b | An unfortunate affair of the heart! He smiled grimly, dipping his pen. Perhaps Hal had a greater sensitivity than he'd thought, in so describing it. But then, all his affairs had been unfortunate, since Hector's death at Culloden. With the thought of Culloden, the thought of Fraser came back to him; something he had been avoiding all day. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| ace2fc7 | I'm honest enough to say that I dinna care what the right and wrong of hit may be, so long as you are here wi' me, Claire," he said softly. "If it was a sin for you to choose me... then I would go to the Devil himself and bless him for tempting ye to it." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| ae667ee | Pointing out the emotion in a scene is like laughing at your own jokes. | sex writing | Diana Gabaldon | |
| f08c6f4 | He's fair-haired, wi' long yellow locks tied up wi' blue ribbon. And big eyes and long lashes, too, like a lassie's." Hayes leered at his listeners, batting his own stubby lashes in mock flirtation. Encouraged by the laughter, he went on to describe the new Governor's clothes--"fine as a laird's"--his equipage and servant--"one of they Sassenachs as talks like he's burnt his tongue"--and as much as had been overheard of the new man's speech.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 27dc568 | sleep kept its distance, hovering over his bed like a bat, but never lighting. Every time he felt himself sinking into dreams, a vision of the wood at Carryarrick came before his eyes, and he found himself lying once more wide-awake and sweating, his heart thundering in his ears. He had been sixteen then, excited beyond bearing by his first campaign. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 37f5efd | Would he have the courage to face the dreadful Highland charge? He couldn't bring himself to mention his fears even to Hector. Hector loved him, but Hector was twenty, tall and muscular and fearless, with a lieutenant's commission and dashing stories of battles fought in France. He didn't know, even now, whether it had been an urge to emulate Hector, or merely to impress him, that had led him to do it. In either case, when he saw the Highla.. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 9746063 | He had touched a great snake once, a python that a friend of his uncle's had brought from the Indies, and that was what it had been like, Fraser's touch, lithe and smooth and horribly powerful, moving like the muscular coils, never where you expected it to be. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| badc668 | Lord John William Grey, aged sixteen and filled to the brim with regimental notions of gallantry and noble purpose, bruised, shaken, and fighting the pain of his broken arm, had tried to bargain, to save her from her fate. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 8183b5d | And then, when he had told all he could, Fraser had laughingly revealed that the woman was his wife. They'd all laughed; he could hear the ribald Scottish voices now, hilarious in memory. Grey rolled over, shifting his weight irritably on the unaccustomed mattress. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 5971095 | Everyone had found out, of course, and while excuses were made because of his age and his noncommissioned status, he had been a pariah and an object of scorn. No one would speak to him, save his brother--and Hector. Loyal Hector. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 73bbaf7 | If he kept the man himself at a distance, perhaps he could also keep at bay the memories he stirred. And the feelings. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| a539849 | For while it was the memory of his past rage and humiliation that had kept him awake to begin with, it was the other side of the present situation that had left him still wakeful at dawn. The slowly dawning realization that Fraser was now his prisoner; no longer his tormentor, but a prisoner, like the others, entirely at his mercy. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| b8674b3 | He heard Fraser beg for mercy, imagined himself disdaining, haughty. He thought these things, and the spiked object turned over in his guts, piercing him with self-disgust. Whatever he might once have been to Grey, Fraser now was a beaten foe; a prisoner of war, and the charge of the Crown. He was Grey's charge, in fact; a responsibility, and his welfare the duty of honor. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 30584db | He might have met Fraser in battle and taken a real and savage pleasure in killing or maiming him. But the inescapable fact was that so long as Fraser was his prisoner, he could not in honor harm the man. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 71cdf43 | For whether foolish or wise, naive or experienced, all the Greys were men of honor. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 016427a | The body is amazingly plastic. The spirit, even more so. But there are some things you don't come back from. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 0c2ac1b | War will pass when injustice passes. Never before, unless hope leaves the world. | Agnes Repplier | ||
| 012d3a2 | He hadn't seen--or heard from--Grey since that day. Had the man been nursing a grudge all this time and finally decided to put paid to Jamie Fraser's account, once and for all? It was the most likely explanation--and unforgivable things had been said on both sides. Worse, both of them had meant the things they said, and both of them knew it. No excuse of hot blood speaking--though, in all justice, his own blood had boiled, and ... | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| bad72ae | To have ye with me again, to talk wi' you, to know I can say anything, not guard my words or hide my thoughts. God, Sassenach the Lord knows I am as lust-crazed as a lad, and I canna keep my hands from you, or anything else. But I would count that all well lost, had no more than the pleasure of havin' ye by me, and to tell ye all my heart. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 80f49fd | When I'd lost him the first time, before Culloden, I'd remembered every moment of our last night together. Tiny things would come back to me through the years: the taste of salt on his temple and the curve of his skull as I cupped his head; the soft fine hair at the base of his neck, thick and damp in my fingers... the sudden, magical well of his blood in dawning light when I'd cut his hand and marked him forever as my own. Those things kep.. | Diana Gabaldon |