If I die," he whispered in the dark, "dinna follow me. The bairns will need ye. Stay for them. I can wait.

There aren't any answers, only choices

That's not precisely what I had in mind." Jamie, I had found out by accident a few days previously, had never mastered the art of winking one eye. Instead, he blinked solemnly, like a large red owl.

You're tearin' my guts out, Claire.

Then kiss me, Claire," he whispered, "And know that you are more to me than life, and I have no regret.

While the Lord might insist that vengeance was His, no male Highlander of my acquaintance had ever thought it right that the Lord should be left to handle such things without assistance.

I read all the time. People ask, 'Do you read while you work?' And I say, 'I better.' I take two or three years to finish one of my enormous books, and I can't go that long without reading.