"sassenach." He Had Called Me That From

What Are You Doing With The Child?" I Inquired Cautiously. "i'm Teachin' Young James Here The Fine Art Of Not Pissing On His Feet," He Explained.

No Wonder He Was So Good With Horses, I Thought Blearily, Feeling His Fingers Rubbing Gently Behind My Ears, Listening To The Soothing, Incomprehensible Speech. If I Were A Horse, I’d Let Him Ride Me Anywhere.

There Is An Oath Upon Her," He Said To Arch, And I Realized Dimly That He Was Still Speaking In Gaelic, Though I Understood Him Clearly. "she May Not Kill, Save It Is For Mercy Or Her Life. It Is Myself Who Kills For Her.

Tell Him I Hate Him To His Guts And The Marrow Of His Bones!

Mo Nighean Donn," He Whispered," Mo Chridhe. My Brown Lass, My Heart." Come To Me. Cover Me. Shelter Me. A Bhean, Heal Me. Burn With Me, As I Burn For You.