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

by Diana Gabaldon

“Push him oot the bed if he dies, aye? I dinna want ma quilts all spoilt.”

“I congratulate you,” I said, beginning to be provoked. “You’re still wrong.”

“Fucking buggering shit-fucking hell!”

It’s a very strong laxative—that means it will give you the blazing shits,”

what I said was that there was nothing between us then but respect—and that I thought respect maybe had room for secrets, but not for lies.”