Quotes About Sassenach

I dinna wish to hear another bluidy word come out o' her Sassenach mouth!

Aye, I believe ye, Sassenach. But it would ha' been a good deal easier if you'd only been a witch.

Sassenach. He had called me that from the first; the Gaelic word for outlander, a stranger. An Englishman. First in jest, then in affection.

I'll tell ye, Sassenach; if ever I feel the need to change my manner of employment, I dinna think I'll take up attacking women - it's a bloody hard way to make a living.

Damn you, Sassenach! his voice said, from a very great distance. His voice was choked with passion. Dam you! I swear if ye die on me, I'll kill you!

Jamie] shook his head, looking stunned. "I canna tell whether ye mean to compliment my virility, Sassenach, or insult my morals, but I dinna care much for either suggestion. Murtagh told me women were unreasonable, but Jesus God!

The overseer wouldna speak to me of Ian, but he told me other things that would curl your hair, if it wasna already curled up like sheep's wool. He glanced at me, and a half-smile lit his face, inspite of his obvious perturbation. Judging by the state of your hair, Sassenach, I should say that it's going to rain verra soon now.

I do not understand men." That made him chuckle, deep in his chest. "Yes, ye do, Sassenach. Ye only wish ye didn't.

Actually, it's your kilt that makes me want to fling you to the floor and commit ravishment," I told him. "But you don't look at all bad in your breeks." [....]Take them off," he repeated firmly. He stepped back and tugged loose the lacing of his flies. "Ye can put them back on again after, Sassenach, but if there's flinging and ravishing to be done, it'll be me that does it, aye?

And what's wrong wi' the way ye smell?' he said heatedly. 'At least ye smelt like a woman, not a damn flower garden. What d'ye think I am, a man or a bumblebee? Would ye wash yourself, Sassenach, so I can get within less than ten feet of ye?

Do me the one favor, Sassenach," he said, draping the heavy velvet over my shoulders. "Take a larger fan.

Flies round a honeypot would be nothin' to it, lad! Penniless and nameless as ye are now, the lasses still sigh after ye—I've seen 'em!" More snorting. "Even this Sassenach wench can no keep away from ye, and her a new widow!

Damn you, Sassenach! his voice said, from a very great distance. His voice was choked with passion. Damn you! I swear if ye die on me, I'll kill you!

Sassenach," he said against my shoulder, a moment later. Mm?" Who in God's name is John Wayne?" You are," I said. "Go to sleep. I really needed that laugh to break the tears.

I dinna mean to interruupt ye, Sassenach he whispered in my air. But would ye like a bit of help we that?

I like ye fat, Sassenach," he said softly. "Fat and juicy as a plump wee hen. I like it fine.

Aye, beg me for mercy, Sassenach. Ye shallna have it, though; not yet.

I haven't," I said shortly. "But I've the sense I was born with, and two ears in good working order. And whatever 'King George's health' may be in Gaelic, I doubt very much that it sounds like 'Bragh Stuart.' " He tossed back his head and laughed. "That it doesna," he agreed. "I'd tell ye the proper Gaelic for your liege lord and ruler, but it isna a word suitable for the lips of a lady, Sassenach or no.

Och, I want them frightened of me, Sassenach. It's the only way I'll have a chance of bringing them out of it alive.

Jamie resumed his movements. "Well, if God made man in His own image, I should imagine He's got a cock." He started to laugh as well, losing his rhythm again. "Though ye dinna remind me much of the Blessed Virgin, Sassenach.

Only a raid, Sassenach. I've been doin' that since I was fourteen. It's only in fun, ye see; it's different when you're up against someone who really means to kill ye." "Fun," I said, a little faintly. "Yes, quite.

Open your eyes and tell me yourself, Sassenash, said a deep urgent voice somewhere close.

I bent to pick up the dirk. "Serve you right if I did," I remarked. "Cocky bastard." The grin visible beneath the crook of his arm widened still further. "Sassenach?" I stopped, dirk still in my hand. "What?" "I'll die a happy man.

I drew a deep breath and sighed, shaking my head. "I do not understand men." That made him chuckle, deep in his chest. "Yes, ye do, Sassenach. Ye only wish ye didn't.