Quotes About Confrontation

That's simple. You reason with them, and when you're through, I'll take them out and thrash them.

Egg-sucking son of a porcupine!

His mouth tightened up and he says, 'I thought this was the young man who only a week past was shouting that he wasn't afraid to die. Surely a man who's not afraid to die isn't afraid of a few lashes?' and he gives Jamie a poke in the belly wi' the handle of the whip. "Jamie met Randall's eye straight on then, and said, 'No, but I'm afraid I'll freeze stiff before ye're done talking.

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.

Fraser nodded casually toward Twelvetrees. "Is there anything ye want me to beat out of him?

I waved pleasantly after him, thinking how much I should enjoy sticking a fork into him, when the time came.

No," he said defiantly. "Go ahead and kill me.

Fraser closed his eyes for an instant, frowning, then opened them again. "I see," he said, very dry. "So was I to kill him, ye'd be obliged to fight me? And if he killed me, ye'd fight him? And should we kill each other, what then?" "I suppose I'd call a surgeon to dispose of your bodies and then commit suicide," Grey said, a little testily. "But let us not be rhetorical.

The ninth Earl of Ellesmere had his chin thrust out as far as it would go, but the defiant look in his eye was tempered with a certain doubt as he intercepted Jamie's cold blue gaze. Jamie set the horse's hoof down slowly, just as slowly stood up, and drawing himself to his full height of six feet four, put his hands on his hips, looked down at the Earl, three feet six, and said, very softly, "No.

What would I do if he forbade me to go? Alternatives raced through my mind, everything from planting the ivory letter-opener between his ribs to burning down the house with him in it. The only idea I rejected absolutely was that of giving in.

That's not what I asked," she said, a noticeable edge in her voice. "I asked why my father shot him." He sighed. She could have found gainful employment with the Spanish Inquisition, he thought ruefully; no chance of escape or evasion.

There was a sudden whoosh from above, followed immediately by a blur before my eyes and a dull thud. Captain Randall was on the ground at my feet, under a heaving mass that looked like a bundle of old plaid rags. A brown, rocklike fist rose out of the mass and descended with considerable force, meeting decisively with some bony protuberance, by the sound of the resultant crack. The Captain's struggling legs, shiny in tall brown boots, relaxed quite suddenly. I

Facing something down doesn't mean you aren't afraid of it," I said dryly. "Usually quite the opposite.

met with you." "Captain Randall said you were stealing cattle

The ninth Earl of Ellesmere had his chin thrust out as far as it would go, but the defiant look in his eye was tempered with a certain doubt as he intercepted Jamie's cold blue gaze. Jamie set the horse's hoof down slowly, just as slowly stood up, and drawing himself to his full height of six feet four, put his hands on his , looked down at the Earl, three feet six, and said, very softly, "No.

No," I agreed dryly. "I don't suppose he'd have been pleased, no matter what you said." "He wasn't. He backhanded me across the mouth, to shut me up.

He wondered whether Jamie would shoot him in the chest or simply break his neck when he found out. Likely bare hands, he thought. It was a visceral sort of thing, sex.

Fraser was regarding him through narrowed eyes. He fought the urge to look away. It's the truth, he thought defiantly. What I told you is the truth. And now you know it. Yes, said Fraser's black gaze. You think I will live quietly with it?

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 Ã¢â'¬Â¦

I have had carnal knowledge of your wife." "You bugger," he whispered

So I reached down into my workbasket, took my wee knife from its sheath, and went for his balls

The lawyer had gone a mottled red and gray, like a bad oyster, but said nothing. Jamie

If you don't," she said sweetly, "I'll tell my father you made improper advances to me. He'll have the skin flayed off your back.

If I find ye in one of those alcoves, Sassenach, the man you're with is dead. And as for you Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â His hands twitched unconsciously in the direction of his swordbelt.