Oh, Aye, Sassenach. I Am

I Want To Hold You Like A Kitten In My Shirt, And Still I Want To Spread Your Thighs And Plow Ye Like A Rotting Bull. I Dinna Understand Myself.

But We Are Here, All Of Us. And We're Here Because I Love You, More Than The Life That Was Mine. Because I Believed You Loved Me The Same Way...will You Tell Me That's Not True? No, He Said After A Moment, So Softly I Could Barely Hear Him. His Hand Tightened Harder On Mine. No, I Willna Tell Ye That. Not Ever, Claire.

Not For The First Time, I Reflected That Intimacy And Romance Are Not Synonymous.

Conflict And Character Are The Heart Of Good Fiction, And Good Mystery Has Both Of Those In Spades.

Catholics Don't Believe In Divorce. We Do Believe In Murder. There's Always Confession, After All. --brianna Fraser To Roger Mackenzie