“Are ye all right, man?" Ian asked, in the same tone of mild concern he'd heard his da use now and then… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“He wiped the sweat from his face on his sleeve, squared his shoulders, and strode back into the fray. All there was… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“Thought of blowing your brains out?" William blinked, startled. "No." "That's good. Anything else is bound to be an improvement, isn't it?” — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
