Quotes from Diana Gabaldon

Well, he is human. And perhaps he's not a monster yet.

He cast a critical glance at the younger Charles, whose flushed face gave evidence that he had been hospitably keeping his guest company in his potations.

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

Aye, well," he said. "I suppose I'm maybe not poisoned.

dresses fit you, I wonder?

John felt the night as something wild creeping upon him, the force of spring itself rising from the ground into his feet, his legs, bursting through his body 'til the blood throbbed in his fingers, pulsed in his chest. Perhaps it was freedom, the exhilaration of their escape. Perhaps the excitement of a hunt by night, adventure and danger before them. Or the knowledge that he was an outlaw—with pursuit and danger certainly behind him.

reached out and squeezed Fiona's hand. She

Nothing." He pulled his

So happen back fifty years, the Mohawk took and adopted the whole tribe of the Tuscarora. Don't many tribes speak exactly the same language," Myers explained. "But some are closer than others. Tuscarora's more like the Mohawk than 'tis like the Creek or the Cherokee.

He could hear Jamie's breath, or thought he could—it seemed part of the soft wind that touched his face. He could smell Jamie, smell the musk of his body, the dried sweat and dust in his clothes, and felt suddenly wolflike and feral, longing changed to outright hunger. He wanted. Master me, he thought, breathing deep, or shall I your master be?

Captain Leonard introduced me briefly to Mr. Overholt, the

elbow. I had been without sleep for most of the last three days

problematical real estate sold before some

It was another hour before the door opened again, this time to admit the Governor. He was still handsome and neat as a white camellia, but definitely beginning to turn brown round the edges. I set the untouched glass of brandy down and got to my feet to face him. "Where is Jamie?" "Still being questioned by Captain Jacobs, the militia commander." He sank into his chair, looking bemused. "I had no notion he spoke French so remarkably well.

whinnied loudly. An answering neigh came

between amusement and concern. I poked him unobtrusively, and

the wards. They may assist with the distribution

I now and then wished I could go mad"—he said thoughtfully "—it seemed a great deal easier than having always to think what to do next—but it doesna seem to come natural to me.

AN ARMY ON THE MOVE

A pirate apparently also often referred to his penis as a "yard." I

and they all nodded politely to me

No queríamos pensar, ¿sabes? Y es fácil no hacerlo. Durante un tiempo.

Well, I don't suppose it's an impt—impeddy—impediment, after all. Not as though he'd lost his cock, I mean. He hasn't, has he?

be reassured, but hunched his skinny shoulders, peering closely at Mr. Buchanan. "Josh says Angelina says the ghost was