Quotes About Diana Gabaldon

Je ne suis que le laird, pas Dieu. Mais la frontière est parfois ténue entre la justice et la barbarie. J'espère simplement que je suis du bon côté. Je

Knowing him, I thought his main feeling would have been gratification that the wing of Persian antiquities next door had escaped.

It was a hound of some sort, black and disproportionately long-bodied, with legs 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.

Seeing them, Jamie reached for a remnant of bread, and tossed it with considerable accuracy into the middle of the flock, which exploded like shrapnel, all fleeing the sudden intrusion.

take some attention, aye?" He drew the sticky tip

peering at the crest, with its faded leopard couchant

I canna think why the good Lord should waste hair like that on a man.

so he died, at the conclusion of an eminently useful life, and thus obtained his crown in Paradise.

my head from his shoulder and said, "Why did you ask me that

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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.

Why, the lad's, of course." She turned to face me, small mouth mocking and green eyes bright with mischief. "Young Jamie.

I enjoyed Geilie's company immensely; she had a wry-tongued, cynical viewpoint that was a refreshing contrast to the sweet, shy clanswomen at the castle

a fine coaching inn there—though not much else." Dougal looked surprised

She may be a good whore, but she's no hand at cards.

What is pulpo?" he asked, returning to the office and sitting down opposite Malcolm. "Octopus," Malcolm replied, emerging from the folds of a linen towel with which he'd been wiping dirt from his face. "Why?" "Just wondered.

For in one stroke, I am become a gentleman of leisure, non?

Ye might should have Mr. Murphy make ye some broth on that same account, Mac Dubh. They do say as 'tis dangerous to get chilled after hard work, aye? Ye dinna want to take the ague." There was a faint twinkle in the mournful brown depths

Do him no harm to keep his breeches on for one night. And they do say that abstinence makes the heart grow firmer, no?" "Absence," I said, dodging the spoon for a moment. "And fonder. If anything's growing firmer from abstinence, it wouldn't be his heart.

had no notion how much resemblance there was between what he was doing, and the original beliefs of the Iroquois

And if Time is anything akin to God, I suppose that Memory must be the Devil.

This was not significantly assuaged by the reappearance of John, followed by the Duke of Pardloe. Jamie said something remarkably creative in Gàidhlig, and I gave him a look of startled appreciation.

conscience as her lover. Her husband.

perhaps Tryon will convince Husband that he's in earnest. If Hermon