Don't Be Afraid. There's The Two Of

Do You Really Think We'll Ever--" "i Do," He Said With Certainty, Not Letting Me Finish. He Leaned Over And Kissed My Forehead. "i Know It, Sassenach, And So Do You. You Were Meant To Be A Mother, And I Surely Dinna Intend To Let Anyone Else Father Your Children.

You Might Not Be The First Person L Kissed, But You Will Be The Last' Jamie To Claire In Outlander (not Word Perfect)

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.

I Work Late At Night. I'm Awake And Nobody Bothers Me. It's Quiet And Things Come And Talk To Me In The Silence.

It Was One Of Those Strange Moments That Came To Him Rarely, But Never Left. A Moment That Stamped Itself On Heart And Brain, Instantly Recallable In Every Detail, For All Of His Life. There Was No Telling What Made These Moments Different From Any Other, Though He Knew Them When They Came. He Had Seen Sights More Gruesome And More Beautiful By Far, And Been Left With No More Than A Fleeting Muddle Of Their Memory. But These-- The Still Moments, As He Called Them To Himself-- They Came With No Warning, To Print A Random Image Of The Most Common Things Inside His Brain, Indelible.