Written in My Own Heart's Blood (Outlander, #8)

by Diana Gabaldon

She was flushed with the heat of the day but looked beautiful, her bare arms brown and the curving muscle of them so neat and delicate that it lifted his heart to look at them.

“There’s my Bonnie in Wilmington, after all.” “Your—oh, your press. Of course.” I hid a smile in his biceps. He invariably spoke of … well, her … with a certain possessive affection. Come to think, I wasn’t sure I’d ever heard him talk about me that way.…

“Why would ye want to?” The notion seemed mildly perverse, but in a distinctly arousing fashion. He wanted to turn his back so he could piss, but if she wanted to watch him … “It seems an intimacy of the body,” she said, looking at him through half-closed eyes. “A trusting, perhaps. That thee consider thy body to be mine, as I consider mine to be thine.”

She touched her husband on the shoulder, as lightly as he’d touched Rollo’s fur. “I married him, as well as thee.”

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Charleston, Royal Colony of South Carolina

i was just in charleston, and i kept trying to remember if anyone ever went in the books

“You think you bloody know me, don’t you?” he said, but with true affection in his voice. “Yes, I do think that, William,” said his father, in the same tone. “Drink your drink.” William smiled and, rising, clapped his father on the shoulder. “Maybe you do, at that. I’ll see you in the morning, Papa.”

“I’ve brought ye home, Sassenach,” he said, his voice a little husky. “It willna be the same—and I canna say how things will be now—but I’ve kept my word.”

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“Tha ball-ratha sìnte riut,”

“I am not a state at war, and you are not my army!” He began to speak, then stopped short, searching my face, his eyes intent. “Am I not?” he said quietly.

“Look, the lad’s got red hair,” Jamie said, smiling and raising his chin to point. “He minds me of Jem.”

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