Your Face Is My Heart Sassenach, And

Overall, The Library Held A Hushed Exultation, As Though The Cherished Volumes Were All Singing Soundlessly Within Their Covers.

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.

I Didn't Say You Shouldn't Worry, Do You Think I Don't Worry? But No, You Probably Can't Do Anything About Me.' 'well, Maybe No, Sassenach, And Maybe So. But I've Lived A Long Enough Time Now To Think It Maybe Doesna Matter So Much-- So Long As I Can Love You.' -claire & Jamie Fraser

The Rest Of The Journey Passed Uneventfully, If You Consider It Uneventful To Ride Fifteen Miles On Horseback Through Rough Country At Night, Frequently Without Benefit Of Roads, In Company With Kilted Men Armed To The Teeth, And Sharing A Horse With A Wounded Man. At Least We Were Not Set Upon By Highwaymen, We Encountered No Wild Beasts, And It Didn't Rain. By The Standards I Was Becoming Used To, It Was Quite Dull.

This Is Our Time. Until That Time Stops - For One Of Us, For Both – It Is Our Time. Now. Will You Waste It, Because You Are Afraid?