An Echo in the Bone (Outlander, #7)

by Diana Gabaldon

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

‘I’ve had your hand round my cock often enough to know the measure of your grip, Sassenach,’ he assured

It wasn’t the tree of good and evil in the Garden of Eden, after all; it was the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. Knowledge might be a poisoned gift – but it was still a gift, and few people would voluntarily give it back. Which was just as well, he supposed, since they couldn’t give it back. And that had been his point in the discussion. ‘We