Quotes About Diana Gabaldon

We currently enjoy the hospitality of the local smith, a gentleman named Heughan.

Oh, foisted, is it? cried Mr. Ormiston in righteous indignation. Such a word! And if it means what I think it does, young man, you should get down on your knees and thank God for such foistingness!

How was yer first time, Jamie? Did ye bleed?" shouted Rupert

I can hear. Hear them. It. Don't you hear?" It was a struggle to speak, to form coherent thoughts. The call here was different; not the beehive sound of Craigh na Dun, but a hum like the vibration of the air following the striking of a great bell. I could feel it ringing in the long bones of my arms, echoing through pectoral girdle and spine. Jamie

I always thought there was some reason why 'Scot' rhymed with 'plot

Christ, was he going to die in public, in a pleasure garden, in the company of a sodomite spy dressed like a rooster?

A standing cock is quite blind, my dear," he said at last, eyes still shut. "Surely you know that, physician that you are.

Evidently, women are capable of experiencing rational thought and sexual arousal simultaneously, because I appeared to be doing precisely that.

It was a hound of some sort, black and disproportionately long-bodied, with lets so stumpy that they appeared to have been amputated. With large, liquid eyes and a sturdy long tail in constant motion, it resembled nothing so much as and exceedingly amiable sausage.

the chill. Grant's nose was

Mmphm," I said, sounding self-consciously Scottish.

Besides," he added cynically, "a pair of ballocks may bring a man more sorrow than joy—though I havena met many who'd wish them gone, for all that.

Roger was on the whole rather glad that her father was not present, since he would certainly have taken paternal umbrage at the sorts of thoughts Roger was thinking; thoughts

I had come to the conclusion - based on experience - that the only real way of learning to write a novel was probably to write a novel.

His heart was beating very erratically; perhaps it would conveniently stop. He waited for a moment to allow it to do this if it liked, but it went on cheerfully thumping away.

Wat's tes-tees?" inquired a small voice. Jemmy had abandoned his rocks and was looking up at me in profound interest. "Er Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â I said. I glanced round the room in search of aid. "That's Latin for your balls, lad," Roger said gravely, suppressing a grin.

As Geilie had spun, white arms stretched aloft, I saw what she had seen when my own clothes were stripped away. A mark on one arm like the one I bore. Here, in this time, the mark of sorcery, the mark of a magus. The small, homely scar of a smallpox vaccination.

Conflict and character are the heart of good fiction, and good mystery has both of those in spades.

My hens?" he said, outrage bringing the blood to his face.

No, lady. But I do read faces, and Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â "And mine's an open book. I know," I said, resigned.

There is an oath upon her," he said to Arch, and I realized dimly that he was still speaking in Gaelic, though I understood him clearly. "She may not kill, save it is for mercy or her life. It is myself who kills for her." "And I," said a tall figure behind him, softly. Ian. Arch

Stop it! It's too big! Take it out!

intended to repel Evil, which are the constant Accompaniment to their Conversations with myself.

Fois shìorruidh thoir dha," he echoed. God rest his soul.