Quotes About Conflict

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¦

Jamie had split the Ridge, and the fracture lines were spreading.

So now thee has doomed thy kinsman, repudiated thy father, and caused me to betray my principles. What next?!" "Oh, bloody hell," he said, and grabbed her arms, pulled her roughly to him, and kissed her. He let go and stepped back quickly, leaving her bug-eyed and gasping. The

I hope I don't," she said. "But she said—Laoghaire—" She stumbled on the name. "L'heery," Ian corrected.

STINKING PAPIST

No, blast it! I can't even shoot the bastard, without dishonoring my brother's sworn word!

Is it wrong, Hector? he thought. That I should love a man who might have killed you?

It was going to be a bloody business, on both sides. He didn't like the thought but didn't shy away from it. It was war, and he was—once again—a soldier.

I didn't want to pursue the history of John's eye any further. Other considerations aside, any discussion might lead a little too close to Wentworth Prison for comfort. However close a friend Jamie might have considered John during the last few years, I was positive that he'd never told John about Black Jack Randall and what had happened at Wentworth.

War seldom looks on the faces of its dead

So Jamie's gone off wi' your Lord John, the British army is after them, the tall lad I met on the stoop wi' steam comin' out of his ears is Jamie's son—well, of course he is; a blind man could see that—and the town's aboil wi' British soldiers. Is that it, then?

A STATE OF CONFLICT September 10, 1777 John Grey found himself wondering how many horns a dilemma could have.

You're honorable. I know it, and so do you." He smiled a little at that. "I try to be. But war's war, Sassenach. Honor only makes it a bit easier to live wi' yourself, afterward.

You call her 'Dame Blanche,' " Jamie said, between his teeth. "I call her wife! Let her face be the last that ye see, then!

I would ask the one thing of ye, lad—let it be the English. Not your ain folk.

bent forward, hugging his knees. 'Then I could see, too. The English, wriggling over the ground like maggots in meat, and the men behind me. George McClure came up with me, and Wallace and Ross on the other side, and we were walkin' still, one pace at a time, but faster and faster, seein' the sassenaches breaking before us.' There was a dull boom off to the right;

splitting the crowd like vinegar dropped on mayonnaise.

THE FRENCHMAN'S GOLD We found Jocasta Cameron Innes on the window seat in her room, clad in her chemise, bound hand and foot with strips of bed linen, and absolutely scarlet-faced with fury. I had no time to take further note of her condition, for Duncan Innes, clad for the night in

You, of all people, must appreciate the force of the Hieland charge!" Jamie looked up at that, and regarded MacDonald for a long moment before replying. "Aye, well. Ye were behind the cannon at Culloden, Donald. I was in front of them. With a sword in my hand.

You—shoot him, can't you?" Jamie shrugged and, lifting the rifle to

Well, I asked him who would start the war first.

I was associated with a woman who I was involved with and had a relationship with. She asked for money. I felt as though I was being blackmailed or there was some sort of extortion.

There are some athletes who don't like me.

I like to take on athletes who have issues with me.