Gentle he would be, denied he would not.

Roger speaking to Brianna: It’s too important. You don’t forget having a dad.”You do remember your father?”No. I remember yours.

Ye are Blood of my Blood, and Bone of my Bone,I give ye my Body, that we Two might be One.I give ye my Spirit, ’til our Life shall be Done.

But I talk to you as I talk to my own soul,” he said, turning me to face him. He reached up and cupped my cheek, fingers light on my temple.”And, Sassenach,” he whispered, “your...

The vivid memory of the woods had blossomed into a visceral longing for the Ridge, so immediate that I felt the ghost of my vanished house rise around me, a cold mountain wind thrumming past...

But just then, for that fraction of time, it seems as though all things are possible. You can look across the limitations of your own life, and see that they are really nothing. In that...

Would he ever come back? He wondered. The water filled his ears with its own rush, and he was comforted by the realization that, in fact, he never left.

Despair dragged at me like an anchor, pulling me down. I closed my eyes and retreated to some dim place within, where there was nothing but an aching grey blankness…

Filial respect caused Grey to hesitate in passing ex post facto opinions on his mother’s judgment, but after half an hour in the company of either Paul or Edgar, he could not escape a lurking...

He was dead. However, his nose throbbed painfully, which he thought odd in the circumstances.

Time does not really exist for mothers, with regard to their children. It does not matter greatly how old the child is-in the blink of an eye, a mother can see the child again as...

For where all love is, the speaking is unnecessary

No. Ye loved him. I canna hold it against either of you that ye mourn him. And it gives me some comfort to know …” He hesitated, and I reached up to smooth the rumpled...

The colors of living things begin to fade with the last breath, and the soft, springy skin and supple muscle rot within weeks. But the bones sometimes remain, faithful echoes of the shape, to bear...

For the moment, everything had disappeared: the church, the battle, the screams and shouts and the rumble of limber wheels along the rutted road through Freehold. There wasn’t anything but her and him, and he...

And I have wondered often, was I master in my soul, or did I become the slave of my own blade?

Eres sangre de mi sangre y huesos de mis huesos.Te doy mi cuerpo para que los dos seamos uno.Te doy mi espíritu para que los dos seamos uno.

Ian, man, I didna tell ye because I didna wish to lose you too. My brother was gone, and my father. I didna mean to lose my own heart’s blood as well. For you are...

It’s a good country for myths. Things seem to take root here.

Like plumbing, medicine is a profession where you learn early on not to put your fingers in your mouth.

Blood of my Blood,” he whispered, “and bone of my bone. You carry me within ye, Claire, and ye canna leave me now, no matter what happens, You are mine, always, if ye will it...

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

I know what it felt . . . like when I . . . thought you were dead, and-” A small gasp for breath, and her eyes locked on his. “And I wouldn’t do that...

One dictum I had learned on the battlefields of France in a far distant war: You cannot save the world, but you might save the man in front of you, if you work fast enough.

I’ve seen women-and men too, sometimes-as canna bear the sound of their own thoughts, and they maybe dinna make such good matches with those who can.

If she was broken, she would slash him with her jagged edges, reckless as a drunkard with a shattered bottle.

For several days, I slept. Whether this was a necessary part of physical recovery, or a stubborn retreat from waking reality, I do not know, but I woke only reluctantly to take a little food,...

Still, he was pleased to know that he could recall so much of the play and passed the rest of the journey pleasantly in reciting lines to himself, being careful not to snort.

Overall, the library held a hushed exultation, as though the cherished volumes were all singing soundlessly within their covers.

When I asked my da how ye knew which was the right woman, he told me when the time came, I’d have no doubt. And I didn’t. When I woke in the dark under that...

The law’s a necessary evil–we canna be doing without it–but do ye not think it a poor substitute for conscience?

I have two brain cells left, and one of them is busy reminding me to buy toilet paper.

Soldiers manage by dividing themselves. They’re one man in the killing, another at home, and the man that dandles his bairn on his knee has nothing to do wi’ the man who crushed his enemy’s...

There were moments, of course. Those small spaces in time, too soon gone, when everything seems to stand still, and existence is balanced on a perfect point, like the moment of change between the dark...

A hedgehog? And just how does a hedgehog make love?” he demanded. No, I thought. I won’t. I will not. But I did. “Very carefully,” I replied, giggling helplessly. So now we know just how...

Babies are soft. Anyone looking at them can see the tender, fragile skin and know it for the rose-leaf softness that invites a finger’s touch. But when you live with them and love them, you...

…seeking refuge from a world in which huge and mysterious forces were let loose to destruction.

He had crossed the room with no notion what he might say or do – he had no knowledge of the language of condolence, no skill at social small talk; his metier was business and...

I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower’s stem.

True, the body’s easily maimed, and the spirit can be crippled – yet there’s that in a man that is never destroyed.

Look, pick it up, open it anywhere and read three pages. If you can put it down again, I’ll pay you a dollar.