Quotes: Lord John (183 quotes)

He was doing a fair job of maintaining his bravado, though his eyes flicked nervously from one threatening, whiskered face to another. None of the Highlanders would have won any beauty prizes in broad daylight; by night, they weren't the sort of thing you wanted to meet in a dark place.
---Lord John in Dragonfly in Amber, Chapter 36
Book Category: Fear - Grief - Anguish - Horror [Comments]


"Whereas you, sir, are a conscienceless outlaw, with a reputation for thievery and violence! Your face and description are on broadsheets throughout Hampshire and Sussex! I recognized you at once; you're a rebel and an unprincipled voluptuary!" the boy burst out hotly, face stained an even deeper red even than the firelight.
---Lord John in Dragonfly in Amber, Chapter 36
Book Category: Curses - Insults - Threats [Comments]


"His foolish behavior at Carryarrick had saved Fraser's life at Culloden. Now, that debt discharged, and Fraser in his power, Fraser's sheer helplessness as a prisoner made him completely safe. For whether foolish or wise, naive or experienced, all the Greys were men of honor."
---Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 8
Book Category: Honor - Courage - Duty - Justice [Comments]


She knew quite well that he was in disgrace; promising young officers in the good graces of their superiors were not sent to the arse-end of Scotland to oversee the renovation of small and unimportant prison-fortresses.
---Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 8
Book Category: Uncategorized [Comments]


An unfortunate affair of the heart! He smiled grimly, dipping his pen. Perhaps Hal had a greater sensitivity than he’d thought, in so describing it. But then, all his affairs had been unfortunate, since Hector’s death at Culloden.
---Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 8
Book Category: Culloden [Comments]


He couldn’t bring himself to mention his fears even to Hector. Hector loved him, but Hector was twenty, tall and muscular and fearless, with a lieutenant’s commission and dashing stories of battles fought in France.
---Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 8
Book Category: Fear - Grief - Anguish - Horror [Comments]


He had touched a great snake once, a python that a friend of his uncle’s had brought from the Indies, and that was what it had been like, Fraser’s touch, lithe and smooth and horribly powerful, moving like the muscular coils, never where you expected it to be.
---Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 8
Book Category: About Jamie [Comments]


The big Scot had sat by the man’s side all night, listening, encouraging, comforting. Grey had stood by the door, not wishing to frighten the man by the sight of his uniform, both surprised and oddly touched at Fraser’s gentleness.
---Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 9
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


He felt oddly comfortable with the man, he realized, with a feeling of surprise. Part of it was sheer fatigue, of course; all his usual reactions and feelings were numbed by the long night and the strain of watching a man die by inches. The entire night had seemed unreal to Grey; not least was this odd conclusion, wherein he found himself sitting in the dim dawn light of a country tavern, sharing a pitcher of ale with Red Jamie Fraser.
---Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 9
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


Perhaps you are too young to know the power of hate and despair. Quarry’s voice spoke in Grey’s memory. He was not; he recognized them at once in the depths of Fraser’s eyes.
---Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 9
Book Category: Fear - Grief - Anguish - Horror [Comments]


Grey wasn’t sure whether he was more angry at Fraser for breaking his word, or at himself, for having been fool enough to believe that a Highlander—gentleman or not—held a sense of honor equal to his own. But angry he was, and determined to search every deer path on this moor if necessary, in order to lay James Fraser by the heels.
---Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 9
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


Grey had not taken part in the subjugation of the Highlands—he had been posted to Italy and France—but he had heard more than enough of that particular campaign. He had seen the blackened stones of too many charred cottages, rising like cairns amid the ruined fields, as he traveled north to Ardsmuir.
---Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 10
Book Category: Culloden [Comments]


Grey extended his own hand in reflex, and a small object dropped into his open palm. It was a sapphire, dark blue as Fraser’s own eyes, and a good size, too.
---Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 10
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


And yet, looking at the Scot, he could well believe it. If ever there was a man whose judgment would not be distorted by greed, James Fraser was it.
---Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 10
Book Category: About Jamie [Comments]


Grey used it seldom, for it was a trick that would not work on a mediocre player, one not sharp enough to detect the knight’s threat, or its possibilities. It was a gambit for use against a shrewd and subtle mind, and after nearly three months of weekly games, Grey knew quite well what sort of mind he was facing across the tinted ivory squares.
---Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 11
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


Could not even look away or blink, to break the dark blue gaze that held him frozen. Moving as slowly as though he stood atop an unexploded mine, he drew back his hand.
---Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 11
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


"In some far-off corner of his mind, Grey stored away another tiny scrap of information with the small hoard of facts kept in the jeweled coffer labeled 'Jamie' - his mother was a Mackenzie."
---Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 12
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


And over it all like a sticky coat of varnish sealing off Grey’s feelings was a thin layer of self-disgust, as he realized that his eyes were fixed on the scene not out of duty, but from sheer inability to look away from the sheen of mingled rain and blood that gleamed on muscle, tightened in anguish to a curve of wrenching beauty.
---Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 12
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


"Squelching his way up the slope, John William Grey looked up at the man above him, still as a bronze statue on his mount, save for that rippling mane. The breath dried in his throat, and he licked his lips. "O Lucifer, thou son of the morning," he murmured to himself, but forbore to add the rest of the quotation."
---Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 14
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


It was a long way from freedom, and from Scotland as well, but perhaps something better either than the narrow stones of Ardsmuir or the distant hardships of the Colonies.
---Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 14
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


" 'What it comes to, I think, is the knowledge that you are not God.' He paused, then added, softly, 'And the very real regret that you cannot be.' "
---Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 48
Book Category: Healing and Medicine [Comments]


"Do you know," he said again, softly, addressing his hands, "what it is to love someone, and never- never!-be able to give them peace, or joy, or happiness."

He looked up then, eyes filled with pain. "To know that you cannot give them happiness, not through any fault of yours or theirs, but only because you were not born the right person for them?"
---Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 59
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


“What news from the Underworld, Persephone?” he said, unable to keep the quaver of laughter out of his voice. 

A pair of slanted eyes looked blue murder out of the mask of filth obscuring his Lordship’s features. It was a thoroughly Fraser expression, and I felt a qualm go through me at the sight. By my side, Ian gave a sudden start. He glanced quickly from the Earl to Jamie and back, then he caught my eye and his own face went perfectly and unnaturally blank.
---Lord John in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 25
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


“And I think that if a boy has lived all his life in the secure belief that he is the ninth Earl of Ellesmere, the notion that he might actually be the illegitimate offspring of a Scottish groom is not one that would enter his head—or be long entertained there, if it did.”
---Lord John in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 28
Book Category: About William [Comments]


“I do like women,” he said, exasperated. “I admire and honor them, and for several of the sex I feel considerable affection—your mother among them, though I doubt the sentiment is reciprocated. I do not, however, seek pleasure in their beds. Do I speak plainly enough?”
---Lord John in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 58
Book Category: Men and Women [Comments]


"But before you startle Farquard Campbell into an apoplexy with your notion of a suitable marriage contract, I beg you sit with me for a moment and share the processes of your most remarkable brain."
---Lord John in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 59
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


"I am honored to be the recipient of his esteem," he said shortly. "However, that esteem would very shortly cease to exist, upon Jamie Fraser's discovering that his daughter was serving as consort and brood mare to a degenerate sodomite."
---Lord John in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 59
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


" 'Suggested,' she says," he muttered. "Public denunciation? The pillory? Suggested? "
---Lord John in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 59
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


"I hated him for as long as I could. But then I realized that loving him...that was part of me, and one of the best parts. It didn't matter that he couldn't love me, that had nothing to do with it. But if I could not forgive him, then I could not love him, and that part of me was gone. And I found eventually that I wanted it back."
---Lord John in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 59
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


“And here you come offering me your innocent body, with its echoes of his flesh—and add to that the promise of giving me a child who would mingle my blood with his—and all this, because your honor will not let you wed a man you love, or love a man you wed.” He broke off and sank his head in his hands. 

“Child, you would make an angel weep, and God knows I am no angel!”
---Lord John in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 59
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


“I could forgive his not wanting me,” he said, with quiet bitterness. “But I couldn’t forgive him for making me use him in that fashion. Not forcing me merely to hurt him, but to degrade him. He could not merely refuse to acknowledge my feeling; he must destroy it. It was too much.”
---Lord John in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 59
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


“You’re right, I think. To live with someone you love, knowing that they tolerate the relation only for the sake of obligation—no, I wouldn’t do it, either. Were it only a matter of convenience and respect on both sides, then yes; such a marriage is one of honor. As long as both parties are honest—” His mouth twisted briefly as he glanced in the direction of the servants’ quarters. “There is no need for shame on either side.”
---Lord John in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 59
Book Category: Love [Comments]


"At this point, you will be totally destitute and lacking in property, which appears to be your chief desire, second only to preventing any possibility of personal happiness by ensuring that you cannot marry the man you love.”
---Lord John in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 63
Book Category: Absurdity [Comments]


“Beyond the state of my bowels, I have no secrets from you, madame.”
---Lord John in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 63
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


“I confess to some gratitude at your prompt arrival,” he said, letting her ease him back onto the pillows and smooth his bedding. “I have barely survived the experience of being your daughter’s nursemaid; I fear serving as her midwife would finish me completely.”
---Lord John in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 63
Book Category: About Brianna [Comments]


He introduces an unaccustomed Element of Confusion and Upheaval in her Household.  I confess to feeling the Lack of this Element in my own Household.  So orderly and well-regulated a Life as mine is these Days, you would be astonished.  Still, the Quiet seems oppressive to me, and while I am in Health in terms of Body, I find my Spirit somewhat flagging.  I miss William sadly, I fear.
---Lord John in A Breath of Snow and Ashes, Chapter 8
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


Dear Mr. Fraser-
What in the name of God are you about? I have known you in the course of our long Acquaintance to be many Things- Intemperate and Stubborn being two of them- but have always known you for a Man of Intelligence and Honor.
---Lord John in A Breath of Snow and Ashes, Chapter 76
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


She was clearly in a dangerous mood; he was interested to note both her father’s manner of controlled ferocity and her mother’s sharp tongue at work- the combination was both fascinating and alarming.
---Lord John in A Breath of Snow and Ashes, Chapter 116
Book Category: About Brianna [Comments]


He had learned to live with separation and absence and with the occasional death of friends left behind. But the notion of never seeing this odd girl again caused him a most unexpected degree of grief. Almost, he thought with surprise, as though she were his own daughter.
---Lord John in A Breath of Snow and Ashes, Chapter 116
Book Category: About Brianna [Comments]


"William is my son, after all. In the sense of common usage, at least." In a great deal more than that, but that was not a matter he chose to discuss with Jamie's daughter.
---Lord John in A Breath of Snow and Ashes, Chapter 116
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


“My pleasure will be the greater,” John  assured him. “I am exceeding fond of your daughter, her temperamental resemblances to her sire notwithstanding.”
---Lord John in A Breath of Snow and Ashes, Chapter 118
Book Category: About Brianna [Comments]


He and Jamie Fraser had done the best they could to safeguard those they loved, and despite his melancholy, he was comforted at the thought that they were united in that kinship of responsibility.
---Lord John in Echo in the Bone, Chapter 1
Book Category: Responsibility [Comments]


Percy could not be trusted—not ever—but what he’d done had been done from weakness, not from malice, or even lack of feeling.
---Lord John in Echo in the Bone, Chapter 1
Book Category: About Percy [Comments]


“The last time I saw you,” Grey said, very quietly, “I came within an inch of putting a bullet through your head. Don’t give me cause to regret my restraint.”
---Lord John in Echo in the Bone, Chapter 1
Book Category: Regrets [Comments]


"And it’s true that it never occurred to me that I had a choice in the matter—but that is the point. You always have a choice, William. Do remember that, will you?”
---Lord John in Echo in the Bone, Chapter 6
Book Category: Choices [Comments]


THERE WERE MANY compensations to growing older, Lord John thought. Wisdom, perspective, position in life, the sense of accomplishment, of time well spent, a richness of affection for friends and family … and the fact that he needn’t keep his back pressed against a wall when talking to Lord George Germain.
---Lord John in Echo in the Bone, Chapter 14
Book Category: Uncategorized [Comments]


And you did have to let a son go, to make his own way in the world, no matter what it cost you; Hal had told him that, more than once. Three times, to be exact, he thought with a smile—every time one of Hal’s boys had taken up his commission.
---Lord John in Echo in the Bone, Chapter 14
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


Dear Father, I have a Matter of some delicacy to confide. 

Well, there was a sentence to chill the blood of any parent, Grey thought.
---Lord John in Echo in the Bone, Chapter 14
Book Category: New [Comments]


He noticed with an air of clinical detachment, that while she touched on several of William's notable characteristics, she did not at any point mention his eyes. Aside from his height-which could scarcely escape notice-his eyes were probably his most striking feature, being a deep and brilliant blue, and unusually shaped, with a catlike slant. They were, in fact, Jamie Fraser's eyes, and they gave John a faint, passing clench of the heart whenever Willie looked at him with a certain expression.

Willie knew the effect his eyes had on young women excellently well- and had no hesitation in making the most of it. Had he been gazing longingly into Dottie's own eyes, she would have been transfixed, whether she loved him or not.
---Lord John in Echo in the Bone, Chapter 15
Book Category: About William [Comments]


No. Not even Brianna Fraser MacKenzie—the most hair-raisingly pragmatic woman he had ever known—would have done something like that.
---Lord John in Echo in the Bone, Chapter 15
Book Category: About Brianna [Comments]


He realized, even as he blushed, that he liked her not only for herself, or for her skill as an intelligence agent, but because she had an unexcelled ability to disconcert him. He thought she did not know the shape of his own desires exactly, but she’d been a whore since childhood and likely had a shrewd apprehension of almost anyone’s desires, whether conscious or not.
---Lord John in Echo in the Bone, Chapter 24
Book Category: Uncategorized [Comments]


“If you expect me to believe that a concern for my feelings would in any way affect your own actions, your illness has severely damaged you.” 

Hal grinned briefly, and drank tea.
---Lord John in Echo in the Bone, Chapter 24
Book Category: About Hal [Comments]


That was the part of his letter he hadn’t told Hal; Denys Randall-Isaacs was an army officer known to frequent Beauchamp’s company, both in France and in London, his informant had said—and the name had gone straight through Grey’s heart like an icicle. 

It might be no more than coincidence that a man known to associate with Percy Beauchamp had taken William on an intelligencing expedition to Quebec—but damned if he thought it was.
---Lord John in Echo in the Bone, Chapter 24
Book Category: Uncategorized [Comments]


For one of the few times in his life, Grey wondered seriously whether he might be a pervert.
---Lord John in Echo in the Bone, Chapter 33
Book Category: Sex [Comments]


With a sigh, he rose and went inside. He had no notion where or when—but he was going to have to speak to Percy again. He was appalled to find that the prospect did not alarm him.
---Lord John in Echo in the Bone, Chapter 45
Book Category: Uncategorized [Comments]


“Be that as it may, Henry,” he said, “you will oblige me by not dying before I can bring your sister to bid you farewell.”
---Lord John in Echo in the Bone, Chapter 48
Book Category: Death [Comments]


He had clapped a mental teacup over the thought that had buzzed through his head like a meddlesome fly. Unable not to look at it, though, he cautiously lifted the cup and found Claire Fraser under it. He relaxed a little. 

Certainly not a tendresse. On the other hand, he was damned if he could have said what it had been. A most peculiar sort of unsettling intimacy, at least—no doubt the result of her being Jamie Fraser’s wife and her knowing what his own feelings for Jamie were.
---Lord John in Echo in the Bone, Chapter 58
Book Category: About Claire [Comments]


John Grey found himself wondering how many horns a dilemma could have. Two, he believed, was the standard number, but supposed that it was theoretically possible to encounter a more exotic form of dilemma—something like the four-horned sheep he had once seen in Spain.
---Lord John in Echo in the Bone, Chapter 71
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


One of the buttons was loose. He took the hussif out of his kit, threaded a needle without squinting, and whipped the button tightly to the coat. The action gave him a small feeling of satisfaction, though acknowledging it made him admit just how little he felt he could control these days—so little that sewing on a button should seem cause for satisfaction.
---Lord John in Echo in the Bone, Chapter 73
Book Category: Uncategorized [Comments]


With her face so exposed, the delicate bones made stark, the intentness of her expression--with those yellow eyes darting like a hawk’s from one thing to another--was the most unwomanly thing he had ever seen. It was the look of a general marshaling his troops for battle, and seeing it, he felt the ball of snakes in his belly relax a little.

She knows what she’s doing, he thought.

She looked at him then, and he straightened his shoulders, instinctively awaiting orders--to his utter amazement.
---Lord John in Echo in the Bone, Chapter 88
Book Category: Healing and Medicine [Comments]


Her motions were in fact quite brisk, he realized after a moment. But her hands moved with such sureness and… yes, grace, that was the only word… that they gave the illusion of gliding like a pair of gulls upon the air. No frantic flapping, only a sure, serene, and almost mystic movement. He found himself quieting as he watched them, becoming entranced and half forgetting the ultimate purpose of this quiet dance of hands.
---Lord John in Echo in the Bone, Chapter 88
Book Category: About Claire [Comments]


"He'd lost people before. Some of them dearly loved, more than life itself. But now he'd lost himself."
---Lord John in Echo in the Bone, Chapter 93
Book Category: Fear - Grief - Anguish - Horror [Comments]


"A, um, present," he said, deprived for once of his smooth manners. "I thought- I mean, I perceived that you lacked somewhat in the way of equipment. I do not wish you to abandon your profession," he added gently.
---Lord John in Echo in the Bone, Chapter 93
Book Category: Healing and Medicine [Comments]


He set off toward Walnut Street, no longer numb. He felt once more himself, strong and determined. There was, after all, one more service he might perform for Jamie Fraser.
---Lord John in Echo in the Bone, Chapter 93
Book Category: Honor - Courage - Duty - Justice [Comments]


“I will not mourn him alone tonight,” he said roughly, and closed the door.
---Lord John in Echo in the Bone, Chapter 95
Book Category: Fear - Grief - Anguish - Horror [Comments]


"I do not own this creature—would not, if I could. Its coming is a gift, which I accept with gratitude, but when it’s gone, there is no sense of abandonment or deprivation. I’m only glad to have had it for so long as it chose to remain.”
---Lord John in Echo in the Bone, Chapter 95
Book Category: Uncategorized [Comments]


Of course, it might be some time before Jamie was able to speak to her again. But he knew Jamie Fraser infinitely better than he knew Claire—and the one thing he was certain of was that nothing whatever would stand long between Jamie and his wife.
---Lord John in Echo in the Bone, Chapter 101
Book Category: Uncategorized [Comments]


His heart was beating very erratically; perhaps it would conveniently stop. He waited for a moment to allow it to do this if it liked, but it went on cheerfully thumping away. No help, then.
---Lord John in Echo in the Bone, Chapter 101
Book Category: Danger [Comments]


The color was creeping up Fraser’s tanned neck, vivid as a climbing rose. Grey had seen that happen before and decided recklessly that the best—the only—defense was to lose his own temper first. It was a relief.
---Lord John in Written in My Own Hearts Blood, Chapter 4
Book Category: New [Comments]


A few moments before, he had been resigned to the idea of death at Jamie’s hands, but, like many ideas, that one was more appealing in concept than in execution.
---Lord John in Written in My Own Hearts Blood, Chapter 4
Book Category: New [Comments]


Fraser stood quite still for a moment, breathing slowly and regarding Woodbine as a tiger might regard a hedgehog: yes, he could eat it, but would the inconvenience of swallowing be worth it?
---Lord John in Written in My Own Hearts Blood, Chapter 4
Book Category: New [Comments]


He’d told Jamie Fraser the truth—the whole bloody truth—and felt the same fierce constellation of feelings that attends victory in battle: the bone-deep relief of being alive, the giddy surge of emotion that carries you on a wave much like drunkenness, then ebbs and leaves you staggering light-headed on the beach—and an absolute inability to count the cost ’til later.
---Lord John in Written in My Own Hearts Blood, Chapter 7
Book Category: New [Comments]


Both his head and his side ached deeply, and he felt dizzy, but he doubted there was anything a doctor could do about either condition. And he found that after prolonged contact with Claire and her opinions, he had much less trust in physicians than heretofore—and he hadn’t had much to begin with.
---Lord John in Written in My Own Hearts Blood, Chapter 11
Book Category: Healing and Medicine [Comments]


For an instant, Grey felt a pang of nostalgia for Tom Byrd, the best valet he had ever had.
---Lord John in Written in My Own Hearts Blood, Chapter 11
Book Category: New [Comments]


A final reverberating blow, and a visceral sound of satisfaction from the watching men. He was made prisoner.
---Lord John in Written in My Own Hearts Blood, Chapter 12
Book Category: New [Comments]


In spite of physical infelicity and an uncertain future, though, he found himself surprisingly cheerful. Jamie Fraser was alive, and he, John, wasn’t married. Given those two marvelous facts, the dubious prospects of escape and the much higher probability of being hanged seemed only mildly concerning.
---Lord John in Written in My Own Hearts Blood, Chapter 17
Book Category: New [Comments]


At least the headache had gone away, dispelled by the burst of alarm—and a brief flare of lust, might as well admit it—occasioned by Percy’s revelation. He wouldn’t begin to speculate as to Percy’s motives, but … 

“ ‘For your beautiful eyes,’ indeed!” he muttered, but couldn’t help smiling at the impudence. A wise man would not touch Percy Wainwright with a ten-foot pole. Something shorter, though … 

“Oh, do be quiet, will you?” he murmured to himself.
---Lord John in Written in My Own Hearts Blood, Chapter 74
Book Category: Sex [Comments]


He would, without hesitation, lay down both life and honor for William. That didn’t mean he was pleased at the prospect of having to do so.
---Lord John in Written in My Own Hearts Blood, Chapter 76
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


He had taken off his wig because of the heat but now crammed it back on his head, evidently thinking it might lend him authority. He was mistaken in this impression, as the wig was a good deal too large and immediately slipped sideways over one ear.
---Lord John in Written in My Own Hearts Blood, Chapter 80
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


He glanced down at himself; his current valet managed to keep him decent—a task that he himself admitted to be Sisyphean—but lacked both imagination and conversation.
---Lord John in Written in My Own Hearts Blood, Chapter 114
Book Category: Uncategorized [Comments]


John thought that Hal ought really to have been prepared for this, but, after all, his brother had been having a difficult time. And, in all justice, it was hard to be prepared for something like Dottie.
---Lord John in Written in My Own Hearts Blood, Chapter 114
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


John inhaled deeply with pleasure, handed Dottie to a stool, and sat down himself, enjoying the moment of gustatory indecision. “It’s that moment when you can convincingly imagine the delightful prospect of eating everything the establishment has to offer,” he told Dottie. “Momentarily untroubled by the knowledge that one’s stomach has a limited capacity and thus one must, alas, choose in the end.”
---Lord John in Written in My Own Hearts Blood, Chapter 125
Book Category: Food [Comments]


He had himself delivered a child once—completely against his will—and still had nightmares about it.
---Lord John in Written in My Own Hearts Blood, Chapter 125
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


“Yes, their relationship could best be described as one of cordial hatred,” Lord John agreed. “Archibald Campbell is highly unlikely to do Hal any sort of favor, unless it was to escort him personally into the next southbound coach for hell.”
---Lord John in Written in My Own Hearts Blood, Chapter 131
Book Category: About Hal [Comments]


“There wouldn’t have been a way of making them better, save marrying the girl or killing Harkness yourself,” Lord John said dryly. “And I don’t recommend murder as a way of settling difficult situations. It tends to lead to complications—but not nearly as many as marriage.”
---Lord John in Written in My Own Hearts Blood, Chapter 132
Book Category: Choices [Comments]


Without intent, one hand closed upon his glass, the thumb drawing slowly upward, stroking the smooth, cool surface as though it were another’s flesh.
---Lord John in Lord John and the Hellfire Club
Book Category: Sex [Comments]


"At least Jamie Fraser was safe; decently fed and sheltered, and in a position where he had what freedom his parole allowed. Grey took comfort in the imagined vision- a long-legged man striding over the high fells of the Lake District, face turned up toward sun and scudding cloud, wind blowing through the richness of his auburn hair, plastering shirt and breeches tight against a lean, hard body."
---Lord John in Lord John and the Private Matter, Chapter 2
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


Lord John pressed two fingers between his throbbing brows and essayed what he hoped was an expression of satiated lewdness.
---Lord John in Lord John and the Private Matter, Chapter 7
Book Category: Sex [Comments]


In defense of King, country, and family, he would unhesitatingly have sacrificed his virtue to Nessie, had that been required. If it was a question of Olivia marrying a man with syphilis and half the British army being exterminated in battle, versus himself experiencing a 'personal interview' with Richard Caswell, though, he rather thought Olivia and the King had best look to their own devices.
---Lord John in Lord John and the Private Matter, Chapter 10
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


"Mr. Stapleton, alias Neil the Cunt, gave a short, jerky bow and moved away, eyes flickering to and from Grey with the air of one who has just seen an apparition but hopes it will have the good manners to disappear before the next glance."
---Lord John in Lord John and the Private Matter, Chapter 12
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


Jamie Fraser would not have abandoned those who depended on him, not even for the sake of a woman who- Grey was forced to admit- he clearly loved beyond life itself. As for the notion of his stealing another man’s wife, it was inconceivable.
---Lord John in Lord John and the Private Matter, Chapter 17
Book Category: Honor - Courage - Duty - Justice [Comments]


"The English private, who normally probably knew no more German than 'ja,' and 'nein,' and the two or three crude phrases necessary to accomplish immoral transactions, was so stricken with fury that he was all but speechless in his own tongue, as well."
---Lord John in Lord John and the Succubus
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


‘I have… an understanding. In England.’ His understanding with James Fraser was that if he were to ever lay a hand on the man or speak his heart, Fraser would break his neck instantly. It was, however, certainly an understanding, and clear as Waterford crystal.
---Lord John in Lord John and the Succubus
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


He could imagine himself some demon of the air, taking wing to haunt the dreams of a man, seize upon a sleeping body and ride it- could he fly as far as England? he wondered. Was the night long enough?
---Lord John in Lord John and the Succubus
Book Category: Magic - Witches - Supernatural [Comments]


He felt things shift and stir, unseen, and had the odd feeling that nothing would ever again be the same. This was nonsense, of course; it never was.
---Lord John in Lord John and the Brotherhood of the Blade, Chapter 1
Book Category: Philosophy [Comments]


Falling snow whispered secrets to itself.

"And you are a fanciful idiot," he said out loud, and turned away from the window. "Be writing poetry next thing."
---Lord John in Lord John and the Brotherhood of the Blade, Chapter 3
Book Category: Poetry and Writing [Comments]


"You intend that we should be dressed alike? In yellow? Olivia, we shall look like nothing so much as a pair of singing canaries."
---Lord John in Lord John and the Brotherhood of the Blade, Chapter 3
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


Misshapen flakes fell slow and scattered, spiraled through gray air and brushed his face, tiny cold touches so fleeting as not even to leave a sense of wetness in their wake. Dry tears, he thought. Appropriate to his sense of distant mourning.
---Lord John in Lord John and the Brotherhood of the Blade, Chapter 4
Book Category: Fear - Grief - Anguish - Horror [Comments]


"Don't go into an alcove with her," Grey murmured back, already nodding and smiling at the approaching lady.  "She'll have her hand in your breeches before you can say -- Lady Beverley!  Your servant, madam - may I present you my new stepbrother, Percival Wainwright?"
---Lord John in Lord John and the Brotherhood of the Blade, Chapter 5
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


The trouble with funerals was that they reminded one of loss. He had not seen his father's funeral, and yet had never sat through one without thought of his father, the wound of his loss healing, growing smaller through the years, but always reopened.
---Lord John in Lord John and the Brotherhood of the Blade, Chapter 8
Book Category: Fear - Grief - Anguish - Horror [Comments]


"Grey was entirely aware that more than one appetite had been stimulated by the recent exercise. The art of swordsmanship obliged one to pay the closest attention to the body of one's opponent, reading intent in the shift of weight, the narrowing of an eye, looking for a weakness that might be taken advantage of. He'd been attuned to every breath Percy Wainwright had taken for the last hour, and he knew damned well where Percy's weakness was- and his own."
---Lord John in Lord John and the Brotherhood of the Blade, Chapter 10
Book Category: Sex [Comments]


Grey had noticed this female paradox before: women who swooned at the notion of powerful men who would protect them at the same time liked nothing better than an admission of helplessness on the part of any male within their sphere of influence.
---Lord John in Lord John and the Brotherhood of the Blade, Chapter 12
Book Category: Men and Women [Comments]


He experienced that peculiar crawling of the flesh that attends any child’s sudden realization that a parent must not only have engaged at some comfortably primeval date in the theoretical carnal act that resulted in his own existence – but was capable of doing it again in the all-too-physical present.
---Lord John in Lord John and the Brotherhood of the Blade, Chapter 17
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


Percy had been right; it was a great secret, and John felt the weight of his lover’s trust, warm on his heart.
---Lord John in Lord John and the Brotherhood of the Blade, Chapter 18
Book Category: Love [Comments]


... such slow and tender use as Percy put him to was nonetheless thorough- and lasted a very long time.  It brought him to the edge again, held him trembling there, gasping and whimpering, and finally dropped him over the side of a sheer precipice he had never suspected was there. He came to himself bathed in sweat and so shattered his eyes barely focused, only to find that Percy still held him, was still inside him.
---Lord John in Lord John and the Brotherhood of the Blade, Chapter 19
Book Category: Sex [Comments]


The brief and undignified struggle that followed- filled with muffled accusations of insubordination, high-handedness, disobedience, arrogance, contumacy, despotism, mutiny, and tyranny- ended in a truce that left the respective parties on the floor, breathless, flushed, disheveled, panting, and entirely satisfied with the negotiated terms of surrender.
---Lord John in Lord John and the Brotherhood of the Blade, Chapter 21
Book Category: Sex [Comments]


"Percy rubbed him dry, gave him fresh clothes, made him lie on the bed, listened to his grievances, and poured him a brandy, which made him think that perhaps he wouldn't die just yet."
---Lord John in Lord John and the Brotherhood of the Blade, Chapter 21
Book Category: About Percy [Comments]


Woke with a dreadful feeling of shame, heavy in his belly.  The sound of dripping water in his ears.
The dripping of rain.  The drip of sweat, of blood and seed.  Not tears.  The man had never wept, even in extremity.

Yet his pillow was wet.  The tears were his.
---Lord John in Lord John and the Brotherhood of the Blade, Chapter 22
Book Category: Guilt [Comments]


Could he stand before the court-martial, swear to tell the truth- and lie? With everyone- including the judges- completely aware that it was a lie?
---Lord John in Lord John and the Brotherhood of the Blade, Chapter 28
Book Category: Truth and Directness [Comments]


It was not melancholy. That abyss was still visible to him, but he resolutely looked away from it, back turned to its beckoning verge.
---Lord John in Lord John and the Brotherhood of the Blade, Chapter 31
Book Category: Depression and Sanity [Comments]


The fact that the idea was patently insane did not bother him particularly; he was a long way past worrying over such things as the state of his own mind.
---Lord John in Lord John and the Brotherhood of the Blade, Chapter 32
Book Category: Depression and Sanity [Comments]


"And what do you think love is, then, that it is reserved only to men who are drawn to women?"
---Lord John in Lord John and the Brotherhood of the Blade, Chapter 32
Book Category: Love [Comments]


'It is honor - but not the honor of my reputation.  The end of it,' Grey said slowly, seeing it at last, 'is that I cannot in honor see him hanged for a crime whose guilt  I share -  and from whose consequences I am escaped by chance alone.'
---Lord John in Lord John and the Brotherhood of the Blade, Chapter 32
Book Category: Honor - Courage - Duty - Justice [Comments]


I love you, he wrote, the strokes light and fast, making scarcely a mark upon the paper, with no ink. I wish it were not so. Then he rose, scooped up the scribbled papers, and, crushing them into a ball, threw them into the fire.
---Lord John in Lord John and the Haunted Soldier
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


Both you and Stapleton know. And for your separate reasons, cannot or will not speak of it to anyone. The odd result of this is that I feel quite free in the company of either one of you, in a way that I cannot be free with any other man. You despise me; Stapleton would use me. And yet, when I am with you or with him, I am myself, without pretense, without the masks that most men wear in commerce with their fellows.
---Lord John in Lord John and the Haunted Soldier
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


“You are true north.”
---Lord John in Lord John and the Haunted Soldier
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


Hell was filled with clocks, he was sure of it. There was no torment, after all, that could not be exacerbated by the contemplation of time passing.
---Lord John in Lord John and the Haunted Soldier
Book Category: Philosophy [Comments]


The trouble with an inquisition was that it seldom went hungry to bed.
---Lord John in Lord John and the Haunted Soldier
Book Category: Philosophy [Comments]


Not for the first time, Grey wondered at a religion which rejected so many of the things that made life tolerable. Perhaps it sprang from an intent to make heaven seem that much more desirable by contrast to a life from which pleasure had been largely removed.
---Lord John in Lord John and the Haunted Soldier
Book Category: Religion [Comments]


He felt his blood rise and his cheeks flush. Nearly half a lifetime. Dear God, how long would he have to live, in order to escape the memory of Prestonpans, and goddamned Jamie Fraser?
---Lord John in Lord John and the Haunted Soldier
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


Filial respect caused Grey to hesitate in passing ex post facto opinions on his mother’s judgment, but after half an hour in the company of either Paul or Edgar, he could not escape a lurking suspicion that a just Providence, seeing the DeVanes so well endowed with physical beauty, had determined that there was no reason to spoil the work by adding intelligence to the mix.
---Lord John in Lord John and the Haunted Soldier
Book Category: Curses - Insults - Threats [Comments]


Just in time, Grey recalled his mother mentioning that Edgar himself had stood for Parliament in the last by-election, and refrained from saying that personally, he would prefer to be shot outright than to have anything to do with politics.
---Lord John in Lord John and the Haunted Soldier
Book Category: Politics and Law [Comments]


Outspoken honesty was not a virtue generally prized in a valet, but it was a virtue for all that- and Grey prized it.
---Lord John in Lord John and the Haunted Soldier
Book Category: Truth and Directness [Comments]


Grey wondered for an instant whether Edgar might do the country more harm than Oswald. But England had survived stupidity in government for centuries; there were worse things.
---Lord John in Lord John and the Haunted Soldier, Chapter 3
Book Category: New [Comments]


Christ, was he going to die in public, in a pleasure garden, in the company of a sodomite spy dressed like a rooster? He could only hope that Tom was nearby and would remove the body before anybody noticed.
---Lord John in Lord John and the Haunted Soldier, Chapter 9
Book Category: New [Comments]


I do believe in God, though I am not a religious man such as yourself. Sometimes I wish I were, so as to have the relief of confession. But I am a rationalist, and thus left to flounder in disgust and disquiet, without your positive faith in ultimate justice.
---Lord John in Lord John and the Haunted Soldier, Chapter 39
Book Category: Religion [Comments]


“His heart was racing- go off in company with an Indian he barely knew? It might easily be a trap. He could end up scalped or worse. But electric eels were not the only ones to discern things by means of a sixth sense, he thought.”
---Lord John in Lord John and the Custom of the Army
Book Category: Flirting [Comments]


“His ferocious, autocratic, dictatorial brother- Colonel of his own regiment, terror of both his own troops and his enemies- had fallen in love with his daughter. The regiment would leave for its new posting within a month’s time. Hal simply couldn’t bear to have her out of his sight.”
---Lord John in Lord John and the Custom of the Army
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


“He heard a familiar sound that made him recoil for an instant from the force of memory- wild Highland screams, filled with rage and berserk glee.”
---Lord John in Lord John and the Custom of the Army
Book Category: War, Fighting and Violence [Comments]


There was also a sense of injustice, colored by the beginnings of indignation; by God, he had nearly been married! He might, of course, also have been maimed or killed as a result of this imbroglio, but that seemed relatively inconsequent; he was a soldier, after all- such things happened.
---Lord John in Lord John and the Custom of the Army
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


“But it marks you, killing. No matter why it’s done.”
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Prologue
Book Category: War, Fighting and Violence [Comments]


He was the fuse that would detonate this particular bomb. And he was all too familiar with what happened to fuses, once lit.
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 2
Book Category: War, Fighting and Violence [Comments]


German oaths were reserved for the most stringent occasions, French being used for minor things like a burnt dinner, and Latin for formal insults committed to paper. Minnie wouldn’t let either Hal or John swear in English in the house, not wanting the boys to acquire low habits. John could have told her it was too late for such caution but didn't.
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 2
Book Category: Curses - Insults - Threats [Comments]


Hal made his own rules; John had long been aware of that. And if he’d temporarily had the upper hand of Minerva Wattiswade, he’d long since lost it—Hal himself knew that.
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 2
Book Category: About Hal [Comments]


He'd got over Percy. Or at least he thought so, most of the time. Every now and then, though, he'd catch sight of a slender young man with dark curly hair, and his heart would jerk.
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 4
Book Category: About Percy [Comments]


“Nothing is sacred to a man who would rhyme ‘sanguineous’ and ‘cunnilingus,’ I assure you.”
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 9
Book Category: Poetry and Writing [Comments]


Harry, belatedly realizing what he’d given away, looked as innocent as it was possible for a thirty-eight-year old colonel of expansive habit, lecherous appetite, and considerable experience to look.
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 9
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


Stephan took it, but rather than shake it, drew him close, and the taste of oranges was suddenly in his mouth.
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 9
Book Category: Sex [Comments]


It was true that Stephan had limited experience, no artifice, and not much natural skill. But Grey had forgotten that Stephan was a horseman, and a breeder and trainer of dogs. He didn’t need words to understand what an animal—or a person—was feeling. And he knew what “slowly” meant.
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 9
Book Category: Sex [Comments]


He’d been walking for what seemed hours, thinking that the exercise would burn away his anger, make it possible for him to speak to his brother without striking him. It hadn’t. If anything, he grew more infuriated with each step. 

Even for Hal, to whom high-handedness was as natural as breathing, this was raw. Not only to have ignored John’s plainly stated position with regard to Jamie Fraser but to have decided without a word or a by-your-leave to have Fraser brought to London—and to have bloody done it without a word to him, overriding his authority as Fraser’s legal parole officer … and then—then!—to have compounded the crime by informing John—not asking him, oh, no, commanding him!—to go to Ireland in Fraser’s company.… He wanted urgently to wring Hal’s neck.
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 9
Book Category: About Hal [Comments]


And the only thing worse than going to Ireland in Jamie Fraser’s company would be doing it with a bad head cold.
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 9
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


And it was somewhat reassuring to realize that Fraser would be as uncomfortable as himself. No doubt that discomfort would prevent anything awkward being said.
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 9
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


Was this how Harry did it? Just have words show up and start something, all by themselves?
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 9
Book Category: Poetry and Writing [Comments]


He felt as though the two of them were castaways, thrown up together on some island by the storms of life, passing uncharted time by exchanging their stories.
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 9
Book Category: Friends [Comments]


“Your wounds—do they still pain you?” 

“No,” he said. He had wounds that still did, but not physical ones.
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 9
Book Category: Uncategorized [Comments]


He’d long been struck by the apparent contradiction in the Teutonic character, swinging from cold logic and ferocity in battle to the deepest romanticism and sentimentality. 

Passion, he supposed you’d call it. Weirdly enough, it reminded him of the Scots, who were emotionally much the same, though less disciplined about it.
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 9
Book Category: Scots [Comments]


Stephan kissed men frequently, in that exuberant German way of his. But he didn’t kiss them this way.
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 9
Book Category: Sex [Comments]


Just as well he hadn’t arrived in time for tea. He’d no idea what James Fraser might have done—confronted simultaneously and without warning by the man who’d put him in fetters, and by the one who’d had him flogged, in addition to the man who was currently blackmailing him—but whatever he might have done, Grey wouldn’t have blamed him for doing it.
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 10
Book Category: About Jamie [Comments]


His gaze shifted toward Grey in a most uncomfortable way, rather like a large cat making a decision regarding the edibility of some small animal in its vicinity.
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 10
Book Category: Imagery [Comments]


“I don’t know,” Grey said slowly. “But perhaps I ought not to take part in such considerations. Siverly did save my life at Quebec, and while that wouldn’t stop me pursuing a case against him … I think—no. I don’t want him dead.” 

Grey didn’t look at Fraser, unsure whether the Scot might consider this reluctance to exterminate Siverly as pusillanimous.
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 10
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


"While I take the liberty of offense on his behalf, he might be inclined to take action, whereas I would not sully my sword with your blood."
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 12
Book Category: Foreshadowing [Comments]


The notion that Fraser might be having a lie-in was ludicrous; he doubted the man had ever slept past dawn in his life, and he certainly hadn’t done it any time in the last fifteen years.
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 12
Book Category: About Jamie [Comments]


“You are without doubt the touchiest son of a bitch I have ever encountered,” Grey said, his face flushed. “And I include in that roster such men as my brother and the King of Prussia. Can you not behave like a civil being for more than ten minutes together?”
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 14
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


Master me. Or let me your master be. 

He thought he would settle for mutual respect—and, for the first time since Hal had put this scheme in hand, began to look forward to Ireland.
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 14
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


There was not easiness between them any longer- but there was honesty. And that was a thing he had had- ever would have- with precious few men.
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 18
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


His opponent had died, and he regretted that—though not very much, he admitted to himself; Nicholls had been a boor and a waste to society, and, besides, he’d asked for it. Still, his death had been an accident, and Grey really preferred to kill on purpose, when it was necessary.
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 18
Book Category: War, Fighting and Violence [Comments]


Quite suddenly—and with a yearning that astonished him with its strength—he thought of those rare evenings of friendship, for they had been friends, in spite of their uneasy relationship as prisoner and gaoler; had shared conversation, humor, experience, a commonality of mind that was rare indeed. If he had only had more control, had not made his feelings known … Well, a good many regrettable things wouldn’t have happened, and he had cursed himself on many occasions since, for his bad judgment.
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 18
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


There was not easiness between them any longer—but there was honesty. And that was a thing he had had—ever would have—with precious few men.
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 18
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


Running down the list of increasingly dire possibilities, Grey thought of highwaymen, who were attracted by the horse (surely not; the thing looked like a cow, and an elderly cow at that) and had then noticed the gaudy vest and shot Fraser when he was unable to produce any money. (He should have insisted Jamie have money; it wasn’t right to keep him penniless.) A larger than usual mudhole that had forced him off the road, there to fall into a quaking bog, which had promptly swallowed him and the horse. A sudden apoplexy—Fraser had once mentioned that his father had died of an apoplexy. Were such things hereditary? 

“Or perhaps a goose fell dead out of the sky and hit him on the head,” he muttered, kicking viciously at a stone on the path.
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 21
Book Category: Worry [Comments]


Grey was conscious of a sudden lurch within, watching sparks of copper glint from the thick dark-red strands that slid through the woman’s fingers. A sharp spurt of what began as simple jealousy ended as a sense of baffled longing as he saw Fraser, eyes closed, relax and turn his cheek into the pillow, his body yielding, unthinking, compliant to the woman’s touch.
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 21
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


He’d done what planning was possible. Once the strategy and tactics of a battle were decided, you put it out of your mind until you came to the field and saw what was what. Trying to fight a battle in your head was pointless and did nothing but fret the nerves and exhaust the energies.
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 22
Book Category: Planning [Comments]


“Thank you, Mr. Fraser,” Grey murmured, shrugging into his coat as he headed for the door in his turn. In truth, he hadn’t expected rescue, had only half-hoped for it, and his chest filled with a breathless excitement.
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 25
Book Category: Uncategorized [Comments]


There were frogs in the ditches, in the bogs that lay beyond the scrim of trees. They called, high and low, shrill and bass, cascading over one another in a vast, pulsating chorus. At a distance, sitting on a lawn with that chorus as background, watching the stars come out, the sound might be no more than a pastoral, the song of spring.

This close, it was still the song of spring, but that song was revealed to be what the pagans had always known it to be—the blind urge to seize, to mate, to spill blood and seed heedlessly into the earth, wallow in crushed flowers, writhe in the juices of grass and mud. Those bloody frogs were shrieking their passion, raw-throated and triumphant. Hundreds of them. The racket was deafening.
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 28
Book Category: Sex [Comments]


“What kind of flapdoodle is that?”

Grey thought briefly of inquiring whether there was more than one sort of flapdoodle and, if so, what the categories might be, but thought better of it and ignored the question as rhetorical.
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 28
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


He could smell Jamie, smell the musk of his body, the dried sweat and dust in his clothes, and felt suddenly wolflike and feral, longing changed to outright hunger. He wanted.
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 28
Book Category: Sex [Comments]


“Where is Mr. Fraser?” he asked, putting a hand on the doorjamb and looking carefully from corner to corner of the room, lest he might have overlooked a large Scotsman somewhere among the furnishings.
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 30
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


He can’t have done it for me. The thought carried some regret; he wished it were true. But he was realist enough to know that Fraser wouldn’t have gone to such lengths merely to distract attention from Twelvetrees’s accusation of sodomy, no matter what he personally thought of Grey at the moment—and Grey didn’t even know that.
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 30
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


Justice. There were a good many different ways to achieve that enigmatic state of affairs, in descending levels of social acceptability. Statute. Court-martial. Duello. Murder.
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 30
Book Category: War, Fighting and Violence [Comments]


Fraser rounded on him, dangerous—and beautiful—as a red stag at bay, and Grey felt his heart seize in his chest.
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 31
Book Category: About Jamie [Comments]


“It’s simple, Hal. Put yourself in his place, and think what you’d do. He may not be an Englishman, but his honor is equal to yours, and so is his determination. I could not pay him a greater compliment.
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 31
Book Category: Honor - Courage - Duty - Justice [Comments]


He thought of that just now and wondered briefly just what Jamie Fraser would do, if made the recipient of some particularly florid sentiment of a personal nature, with Grey safely out of neck-breaking range.
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 32
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


The lines of the old folk song drifted through his mind: God send each noble man at his end / Such hawks, such hounds, and such a friend. He wondered briefly which was which and decided that Tom must be his faithful hound, Harry of course the friend, and Jamie Fraser his hawk, untamed and ferocious but there with him at the last—if that’s what it was, though in all honesty he thought not. 

I can feel my heart beating. Feel my breath. How can it stop?
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 32
Book Category: Friends [Comments]


He’d once seen Minnie’s cook take a sharpened spoon and cut the flesh of a melon out in little balls. He felt as though each of Bowles’s words had been a jab of that spoon, slicing out neat chunks of his heart and bowels, one at a time, scraping him to the rind.
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 35
Book Category: Guilt [Comments]


God knew what they'd write. He only hoped none of it would be about him; he’d experienced the attentions of the press before, though in an entirely favorable way. Having seen the favors of the printers at close range, he could only hope that God would have mercy on those they didn’t like.
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 35
Book Category: Journalism [Comments]


He wished passionately that he was one of those women, had a right still to engage in the ordinariness of life.
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 35
Book Category: Fear - Grief - Anguish - Horror [Comments]


He knew the lady’s maid slightly, from his visits to Helwater, and while she was a fine-looking young woman, she was distinctly … well, common. Fraser’s first wife had been distinctly uncommon.
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 35
Book Category: About Claire [Comments]


He realized with a lesser shock that he felt very hungry—and, with a mingled sense of shame and resignation, that he was pleased to be alive.
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 35
Book Category: Guilt [Comments]


He felt amazingly self-conscious, like a boy unable to say anything to an attractive girl. He’d be blushing, next thing, he thought, disgusted with himself.
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 40
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


"What did you do to the lawyer?" he asked Jamie in German. "You didn't kill him, did you?" It was pouring outside; he hoped he wouldn't have to go and hide Wilberforce's body.
---Lord John in The Scottish Prisoner, Chapter 41
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


He pointed sternly a stool, and Lieutenant-Colonel Grey, commander of His Majesty's forces in Jamaica, meekly obeyed the dictates of his twenty-one-year-old valet.
---Lord John in Lord John and the Plague of Zombies
Book Category: About Tom Byrd [Comments]


'That snake likes you, sah,' he said, glancing curiously from the snake to Grey's face, as though trying to distinguish a reason for such odd particularity.
---Lord John in Lord John and the Plague of Zombies
Book Category: Animals [Comments]


His mind appeared to have taken French leave for the moment; no matter; it would be back shortly. Meanwhile, though, its abdication had left his body in charge- not at all a responsible course of action.
---Lord John in Lord John and the Plague of Zombies
Book Category: Depression and Sanity [Comments]


Could you call a man who would never touch you- would recoil from the very thought of touching you- your lover? No. But at the same time, what would you call a man whose mind touched yours, whose prickly friendship was a gift, whose character, whose very existence, helped to define your own?
---Lord John in Lord John and the Plague of Zombies
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]