Ye ken how to pick a good lass, MacKenzie? Start at the bottom and work your way up!

You must, I murmured to myself, and then my knees buckled. Lying on the floor, with the carved panels of the ceiling flickering dimly above, I found myself thinking that I had always heretofore...

turned me away from him and fitted himself to my back so we lay nested together.

And so he began haltingly to speak-in Gaelic, as it was the only tongue that didn't seem to require any effort. He understood that he was to speak of what filled his heart, and so began with...

I'm not sure that religion was constructed with time travelers in mind. Buck's brows rose at that. Constructed? he echoed, surprised. Who builds God? That actually made Roger laugh, which made him...

solitude was in its own way a balm for loneliness.

Your son is a drunkard, she informed him. Then she caught a whiff of Roger's breath. Following in his father's footsteps, I see, she added coldly.

One had known the care of other men from his earliest years, a part of the duty of his birthright; the other had come to it later, but both felt that burden to be the will of God, she had no doubt at...

his weight pinning me to the bed.

It was the first breath of the new moon, but the whole of it was visible, a perfect ball of violet and indigo cupped in a sickle of light, luminous among the stars.

I swear by the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, and by the holy iron that I hold, to give ye my fealty and pledge ye my loyalty to the name of the clan MacKenzie. If ever my hand shall be raised...

In bed," she said calmly. "I want you to come to bed with me.

Quite without warning, I began to cry. No sobbing, no throat-gripping spasms. Water simply welled in my eyes and flowed down my cheeks, slow as cold honey. A quiet acknowledgment of despair as things...

Roger wondered if this was the sort of way you felt after a battle; the sheer relief of finding yourself alive and unwounded made you want to laugh and arse about, just to prove you still could.

Home is where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.

I hadn't spent so much time in bemused contemplation of a penis since I was sixteen or so, and here I was, preoccupied with three of the things.

But war has a long fuse, and a slow match.

Not a hothouse flower, this daughter of Leoch, despite her surroundings.