Jamie-isms The Fiery Cross

The following quotes are taken from The Fiery Cross by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2001 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved. Page numbers from Delacorte Press hardcover edition.

 

From: Lady SarahJean

     "And then I want to go home," he whispered, ignoring the question. His forehead was pressed against mine, and his eyes very blue.
     "I want to take ye to bed-- in my bed. And I mean to spend the rest of the day thinking what to do to ye once I've got ye there. So wee Archie can just go and play at marbles with his ballocks, aye?"

Chapter 2: Loaves and Fishes, page 30

 

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From: Lady FloraMac

     "Did I ever think to thank ye, Sassenach?" he said, his voice a little husky.
     "For what?" I said, puzzled. He took my hand and drew me gently toward him. He smelled of ale and damp wool, and very faintly of the brandied sweetness of fruitcake.
     "For my bairns," he said softly. "For the children that ye bore me."
     "Oh," I said. I leaned slowly forward, and rested my head against the solid warmth of his chest. I cupped my hands at the small of his back beneath his coat, and sighed. "It was. . .my pleasure."

Chapter 13: Beans and Barbecue, page 125

 

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From: Lady PeggyB

     "Seas ri mo lamh, Roger an t'oranaiche, mac Jeremiah MacChoinnich!" Stand by my hand, Roger the singer, son of Jeremiah MacKenzie. Roger stood stock-still for a moment, eyes dark on Jamie, then moved toward him, like one sleepwalking. The crowd was still excited, but the shouting had died down, and people craned to hear what was said.
     "Stand by me in battle," he said in Gaelic, his eyes fixed on Roger, left hand extended. He spoke slowly and clearly, to be sure of understanding. "Be a shield for my family--and for yours, son of my house."
     Roger's expression seemed suddenly to dissolve, like a face seen in water when a stone is tossed into it. Then it solidified once more, and he clasped Jamie's hand, squeezing hard.

Chapter 15: The Flames of Declaration, page 154

 

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From: Lady barbp

     Yet what he felt now was not lust--not quite. Nor was it even the need of her, the wanting of soul's company. He wished to cover her with his body, possess her--for if he could do that, he could pretend to himself that she was safe. Covering her so, joined in one body, he might protect her. Or so he felt, even knowing how senseless the feeling was.

Chapter 17: Watchfire, page 164

 

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From: Lady Valerie L.

     "Aye," he said. "Once, I could have called, and the men would come without question-because they were mine. Men of my blood, men of my land."
     His eyes were hooded, looking out over the mountainside that rose up before us. I thought he did not see the wooded heights of the Carolina wilderness, though; rather, the scoured mountains and rocky crofts of Lallybroch. I laid my free hand on his wrist; the skin was cold, but I could feel the heat of him, just below the surface, like a fever rising.
     "They came for you-but you came for them, Jamie. You came for them at Culloden. You took them there-and you brought them back."

Chapter 22: The Fiery Cross, page 232

 

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From: Lady Bandruidh

     "Oh, Christ, Jamie," I said softly, and felt tears sting my eyes.
     It had been years since I'd seen him smile in his sleep like that. Not since the early days of our marriage, in fact--at Lallybroch.
     He'd always do it as a wee lad, his sister Jenny had told me then. I think it means he's happy.
     My fingers curled into the soft, thick hair at the nape of his neck, feeling the solid curve of his skull, the warm scalp and the hair-thin line of the ancient scar across it.
     "Me, too," I whispered to him.

Chapter 29: One-Third of a Goat, page 316

 

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From: Lady Joie

     "For my sake," he said firmly, addressing the air in front of him as though it were a tribunal, "I dinnna want ye to bear another child. I wouldna risk your loss, Sassenach," he said, his voice suddenly husky. "Not for a dozen bairns. I've daughters and sons, nieces and nephews, grandchildren--weans enough."
     He looked at me directly then, and spoke softly.
     "But I've no life but you, Claire."

Chapter 32: Mission Accomplished, page 347

 

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From: Lady SandyH

     "I've never seen such a thing, Sassenach. Ye'd told me about the germs, aye, but I never in life imagined them so! I thought they might have wee teeth, and they don't -- but I never kent they would have such handsome, lashing wee tails, or swim about in such numbers."

Chapter 36: Worlds Unseen, page 380

 

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From: Lady D'Vorah

     He bent and kissed me briefly, then headed for the door. Just short of it, though, he turned back.
     "The, um, sperms ..." he said, a little awkwardly.
     "Yes?"
     "Can ye not take them out and give them decent burial or something?"
     I hid my smile in my teacup.
     "I'll take good care of them," I promised. "I always do, don't I?"

Chapter 36: Worlds Unseen, page 382

 

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From: Lady FloraMac

     "I did not," he said. "What d'ye take me for, Sassenach?"
     "A Scot," I said. "Sex fiends, the lot of you. Or so one would think, listening to all the talk around here." I gave Farquard Campbell a hard look, but he had turned his back, engrossed in conversation.
     Jamie regarded me thoughtfully, scratching the corner of his jaw.
     "Sex fiends?"
     "You know what I mean."
     "Oh, aye, I do. I'm only wondering-is that an insult, would ye say, or a compliment?"

Chapter 40: Duncan's Secret, page 430

 

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From: Lady Bandruidh

     He finally moved his lips off mine, still holding me tightly against him, and very slowly bent his head, his cheek lying cool and firm next to mine. His body was firm, too, and not at all cool. The heat of him was leaching through at least six layers of cloth to reach my own skin: shirt, waistcoat, coat, gown, shift, and stays. Whether it was anger, arousal, or both, he was fully stoked and blazing like a furnace.
     "I'm sorry," he said quietly, his breath hot and tickling in my ear. "I didna mean to insult ye. Truly. Shall I kill him, and then myself?"

Chapter 43: Flirtations, page 454

 

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From: Lady Whiskey Eyes

     He was still clad in the clothes he had worn the night before--coat and waistcoat, frilled shirt and buckled breeches. The shirt was open at the neck, though, coat and weskit unbuttoned and askew. I could see the narrow line of white linen, the flesh of his throat dark against it. His hair was loose; he had been running his hands through it.
     "Come down," he said softly.

Chapter 49: In Vino Veritas, page 487-488

 

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From: Lady tlk2vicki

     "Look." His breath came hot in my ear. "Look down. Watch while I take ye. Watch, damn you!"
     His hand pressed my neck, bending my head forward to look down in the dimness, past the folds of sheltering fabric to the naked fact of my possession.
     I arched my back and then collapsed, biting the shoulder of his coat to make no noise. His mouth was on my neck, and fastened tight as he shuddered against me."

Chapter 49: In Vino Veritas, p. 490

 

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From: Lady Renate

     "I thought the force of my wanting must wake ye, surely. And then ye did come. . ." He stopped, looking at me with eyes gone soft and dark. "Christ, Claire, ye were so beautiful, there on the stair, wi' your hair down and the shadow of your body with the light behind ye..." He shook his head slowly.
     "I did think I should die, if I didna have ye," he said softly. "Just then."

Chapter 49: In Vino Veritas, page 492

 

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From: Lady Mary C in KY

     "And as for taking stock," he added practically, "I've all my teeth, none of my parts are missing, and my cock still stands up by itself in the morning. It could be worse."

Chapter 58: Happy Birthday to You, page 560

 

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From: Lady Gwen

      He touched my hand, lifted his own and touched my hair, my face, looking into my eyes as though to capture my image in this moment--just in case it should be his last glimpse of me.
     "There may come a day when you and I shall part again," he said softly, at last, and his fingers brushed my lips, light as the touch of a falling leaf. He smiled faintly. "But it willna be today,"

Chapter 63: The Surgeons Book, page 590

 

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From: Lady Nancy V.

     "Lallybroch-we saved it by means of a deed of sasine. And Young Simon, Lovat's son-he fought for his land, after Culloden, and got most of it back at last. But only because he had the papers to prove what had been his. So."
     He put back the lid of the box he had brought out, and laid the velvet bag gently in it. "I will have papers. And whether it is one George or the other who rules in time-this land will be ours. And yours," he added softly, raising his eye to Brianna's. "And your children's after you."
     I laid my hand on his, where it rested on the box. His skin was warm with work and the heat of the day, and he smelt of sweat. The hairs on his forearm shone red and gold in the sun, and I understood very well just then, why it is that men measure time. They wish to fix a moment, in the vain hope that so doing will keep it from departing.

Chapter 77: A Package From London, page 677

 

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From: Lady Lorraine (Rollaine)

     "You're beautiful to me, Jamie," I said softly, at last. "So beautiful, you break my heart."

Chapter 85: Hearthfire, page 734

 

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From: Lady Lorraine (Rollaine)

     "To see the years touch ye gives my joy, Sassenach," he whispered, -"for it means that ye live."

Chapter 85: Hearthfire, page 737

 

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From: Lady Chiara

     "You bloody, unspeakable, infuriating--" His smile was startling, a white grin in the ruddy face.
     "If ye call me a Scot, Sassenach, then I know I'm going to live."

Chapter 91: Domestic Management, page 787

 

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From: Lady PeggyB

     "Because ye need me," he said, very softly.
     "Not because you love me?"
     He looked up then, with a shadow of a smile.
     "Sassenach . . . I love ye now, and I will love ye always. Whether I am dead--or you--whether we are together or apart. You know it is true," he said quietly, and touched my face. "I know it of you, and ye know of it of me as well."
     He bent his head then, the bright hair swinging down across his cheek.
     "I didna mean only you, Sassenach. I have work still to do. I thought--for a bit--that perhaps it wasna so; that ye all might manage, with Roger Mac and auld Arch, Joseph and the Beardsleys. But there is war coming, and --for my sins--" he grimaced slightly, "I am a chief."

Chapter 93: Choices, page 801

 

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From: Lady PeggyB

     It didn't take a long time. When it was done, I spread honey carefully over all the open wounds, and rubbed oil of wintergreen into the skin of foot and calf.
     "That's a nice job of basting, Sassenach. D'ye reckon it's ready for the oven yet?" Jamie asked, and wiggled his toes, causing the tension in the room to relax into laughter.

Chapter93: Choices, page 808

 

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From: Dame Judith



     Finally he dropped his hand and looked up at me, blinking. His face was deeply flushed, there were tears in his eyes, and he wore the most remarkable expression in which bewilderment, fury, and laughter were all mingled, laughter being only slightly uppermost.
     "Oh, God," he said. He sniffed, and wiped his eyes on the back of his hand. "Oh, Christ. How in hell does she do that?"
     "Do what?" I pulled a clean handkerchief from my bodice and handed it to him.
     "Make me feel as though I am eight years old," he said ruefully. "And an idiot to boot."
     He wiped his nose, then reached out a hand to touch the flattened roses, gently.

Chapter 99: Brother, page 868-869

 

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From: Lady Bandruidh

     "Claire," he said suddenly, sounding a little shy.
     "Yes?"
     "I dinna mean to excuse myself - not at all. It's only I was wondering. . .do ye ever. . . think of Frank? When we. . ." He stopped and cleared his throat. "Does the shadow of the Englishman perhaps cross my face--now and then?"
     And what on earth could I say to that? I couldn't lie, surely, but how could I say the truth, either, in a way he would understand, that wouldn't hurt him?
     I drew a deep breath and let it out, watching the mist of it purl softly away.
     "I don't want to make love to a ghost," I said at last, firmly. "And I don't think you do either. But I suppose every now and then a ghost might have other ideas."

Chapter 99: Brother, page 877

 

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From: Lady annieo

     Jemmy, oblivious, swung his legs up, his weight suspended momentarily from Roger's and Jamie's hands, then stomped his feet down on the floor again, recalling his original question.
     "Grand-da gots balls?" he asked, pulling on the men's hands and tilting his head far back to look up at Jamie.
     "Aye, lad, I have," Jamie said dryly. "But your Da's are bigger. Come on, then."

Chapter 109: The Voice of Time, page 973

 

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From: Lady leeleeS, Lady Lucy, Lady PeggyB

     "When the day shall come, that we do part," he said softly, and turned to look at me, "if my last words are not 'I love you'--- ye'll ken it was because I didna have time."

Chapter 111: And Yet Go Out to Meet It, page 979

 

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