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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 1050686 | They | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 1a9c99a | The sort that make me want to take ye straight into the forest, far enough that no one will hear when I lay ye on the ground, lift your skirts, and split ye like a ripe peach," he said softly. "Aye?" | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 82f2ce3 | With a sudden jerk of her bulky handbag, Claire Randall had bumped both whisky glasses off the table, showering Roger's lap and thighs with single malt whisky | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| bcfe2ea | He cupped his heavy balls in one hand, the thumb moving up and down his exigent member in a slow and thoughtful manner. "On your knees, a nighean," he said softly. "Now." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| a1e3b26 | It's lucky ye're wed to a decrepit auld man, Sassenach, or ye'd be on your knees with your arse in the air this minute. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 3118613 | Aye, verra good. Now then, if ye'll just put your hands above your head and seize the bedstead--" "You wouldn't!" I said, and then lowered my voice, with an involuntary glance toward the door. "Not with MacDonald just across the hall!" "Oh, I would," he assured me, "and the devil wi' MacDonald and a dozen more like him." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 66059e1 | Real danger had its own taste, vivid as lemon juice, by contrast with the weak lemonade of imagination. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 5f1cabc | Bruce | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 25ab772 | My own smile lingered as I watched her, and whispered to her sleep-deaf ears, as I had so many times before, "God, you are so like him." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| d4075aa | I write in bits and pieces, and glue them together, like a jigsaw puzzle. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 6bf797b | Let's go." Jamie's hand was firm on my arm, and I made no protest. Following Jared, guarded by the sailors, we stole away from the quay, surreptitious as though we had started the fire." -- | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 8820fa1 | Whereas," I chipped in, leaning forward and raising my own voice enough to be heard over the clop and creak of the horses, "if harm comes to them because of some man, the satisfaction of blaming him will be adequate compensation?" | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 6983f4b | small bottle of penicillin tablets. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| cbeb6bc | So I reached down into my workbasket, took my wee knife from its sheath, and went for his balls, | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| ab381fc | gruff. He jerked his head at his | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| d34872f | you just said that you suspect my husband of wanting to | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| ee8adf4 | a marriage is made not in ritual or in words but in the living of it. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 7313fab | nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti," he babbled, crossing" | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| a88b62e | Mr. Farquard Campbell," the butler said quietly, and stood back against the wall." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| c4d809d | reached out and squeezed Fiona's hand. She | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| b769d6f | along. It was a week after we had set out, in a | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 2ea2bf6 | Claire. To feel the small bones of your neck beneath my hands, and that fine, thin skin on your breasts and your arms ... Lord, you are my wife, whom I cherish and I love wi' all my life, and still I want to kiss ye hard enough to bruise your tender lips, and see the marks of my fingers on your skin. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 96aa636 | shove that filthy spike | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 23ee4be | But he wouldna do it. John." He looked up then, and gave me a crooked smile. "He loved me, he said. And if I couldna give him that in return--and he kent I couldn't--then he'd not take counterfeit for true coin." He shook himself, hard, like a dog coming out of the water. "No. A man who would say such a thing is not one who'd bugger a child for the sake of his father's bonny blue eyes, I'll tell ye that for certain, Sassenach." | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 54c8be0 | I know why the Jews and Muslims have nine hundred names for God; one small word is not enough for love. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 728425e | Took his lug and a wee bit o' the side of his face, as well. Not that it will ha' impaired his beauty ower-much, the ugly wee pusbag. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| cdd5420 | peregrinations | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 7c63b0d | river among most boatmen, I thought. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 18537a1 | mouth worked a little, but he shook his head. "I ... no. Perhaps " -- | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 898a302 | I suppose so." An oath was an oath, though I rather wondered if Hippocrates ever ran into this sort of situation himself. Possibly he did; the ancient Greeks were a violent lot, too. The" | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 707786d | William coughed and broke the seal. As usual, the note occupied less than a page and included neither salutation nor closing, Uncle Hal's opinion being that since the letter had a direction upon it, the intended recipient was obvious, the seal indicated plainly who had written it, and he did not waste his time in writing to fools. Adam | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 83f6e04 | into a wolf?" The wary dislike stamped" | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 9c6d7f2 | Castle Leoch. Well, at least now I knew where I was. When I had known it, Castle Leoch was a picturesque ruin, some thirty miles north of Bargrennan. It was considerably more picturesque now, what with the pigs rooting under the walls of the keep and the pervasive smell of raw sewage. I was beginning to accept the impossible idea that I was, most likely, somewhere in the eighteenth century. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 4b5916a | greet a | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| d9940e1 | Come on!" he said, grunting as he shifted the Chinaman's slippery form for a better grip. "They'll be after us any moment!" | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 2753dcd | Robbie," Jamie assured him. "What's to do, then?" McGillivray, who" | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| a64ba36 | Live with Highlanders long enough, and every damn rock and tree meant something! Perhaps | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 18fea85 | I had noticed before that like some Protestants, Tom Christie regarded the Bible as being a document addressed specifically to himself and confided to his personal care for prudent distribution to the masses. Thus, he quite disliked hearing Catholics--i.e., Jamie--quoting casually from it. I had also noticed that Jamie was aware of this, and took every opportunity to make such quotes. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 0ece48f | as the door--we could not persuade her to enter the room again--and identify it as the cause of her distress." "I see," I said. I could envision the scene very well indeed, save for one point of paramount interest. "Do you happen to recall what he was wearing? Jamie?" Lawrence Stern looked" | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 67fe08e | The only thing you can do--the only thing--is to try for the one who's in front of you. Act as though this one patient is the only person in the world--because to do otherwise is to lose that one, too. One at a time, that's all you can do. And you learn not to despair over all the ones you can't help, but only to do what you can. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| eb4e0c6 | All loss is one, and one loss becomes all, a | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 7a0d0dc | And it was, as Dougal explained, convenient to the pillory, a homely wooden contraption that stood on a small stone plinth in the center of the square, adjacent to the wooden stake used--with thrifty economy of purpose--as whipping post, maypole, flagstaff and horse tether, depending upon requirements. | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 9baf751 | came a day when the food | Diana Gabaldon | ||
| 1be5ad3 | Twenty-four years ago today, I married ye, Sassenach,' he said softly. 'I hope ye willna have cause yet to regret it.' The | Diana Gabaldon |