“But I talk to you as I talk to my own soul," he said, turning me to face him. He reached up… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“I know what it felt . . . like when I . . . thought you were dead, and-" A small gasp… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“Well, I'll tell ye, Sassenach, 'graceful' is possibly not the first word that springs to mind at the thought of you." He… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“You’re mine, mo duinne,” he said softly, pressing himself into my depths. “Mine alone, now and forever. Mine, whether ye will it… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“To see the years touch ye gives me joy, Sassenach,” he whispered, “—for it means that ye live.” — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
