Nós dois já temos fantasmas suficientes, Sassenach. Se os males do passado não podem nos estorvar, também qualquer medo do futuro não deve fazê-lo. Temos apenas que esquecer tudo que ficou para trás e seguir em frente. Sim?

Então, olhei novamente para ele e vi que a ideia também o assustava. Mas como era próprio de Jamie, ele simplesmente começara a agir, fazendo o que podia contra o dia do desastre.-Gosta? -ele repetiu, os olhos atentos. -Do lugar, quero dizer. Se não, posso escolher outro.-É lindo -eu disse, sentindo as lágrimas aflorarem aos meus olhos. -Simplesmente lindo, Jamie.

I shall be lucky to be buried at all, Sassenach. Much more likely I shall be drowned, burnt, or left to rot on some battlefield. Dinna fash yourself. If ye’ve got to dispose of my carcass, just leave it out for the crows.

If he gave me a knife, he thought I’d need it. And not for digging up roots and hacking tree bark, either. Know its purpose, indeed. “It fits my hand,” I said, looking down and stroking the small groove that fit my thumb. “How did you know to make it so exactly?” He laughed at that. “I’ve had your hand round my cock often enough to know the measure of your grip, Sassenach,

I have...an understanding. In England." His understanding with James Fraser was that if he were ever to lay a hand on the man or speak his heart, Fraser would break his neck instantly. It was, however, certainly an understanding, and clear as Waterford crystal.

I'll leave it to you, Sassenach," he said dryly, "to imagine what it feels like to arrive unexpectedly in the midst of a brothel, in possession of a verra large sausage.

He bent and kissed me briefly, then headed for the door. Just short of it, though, he turned back. "The, um, sperms ..." he said, a little awkwardly. "Yes?" "Can ye not take them out and give them decent burial or something?" I hid my smile in my teacup. "I'll take good care of them," I promised. "I always do, don't I?

Character, I think, is the single most important thing in fiction. You might read a book once for its interesting plot—but not twice.

The position of sun and moon on the Feast of Beltane" is one, with a list if two hundred paired figures laid out beneath. Similar tables existed for Hogmanay and Midsummer's Day, and Samhainn, the Feast of All Hallows. The ancient feasts of fire and sun, and Beltane's sun would rise tomorrow.

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 on the way to Leoch, with you sitting on my chest, cursing me for bleeding to death, I said to myself, "Jamie Fraser, for all ye canna see what see looks like, and for all she weighs as much as a good draught horse, this is the woman.