Scots Have Long Memories, And They're Not

He Reached Forward Then Took Me In His Arms, Held Me Close For A Moment, The Breath Of Snow And Ashes Cold Around Us. Then He Kissed Me, Released Me, And I Took A Deep Breath Of Cold Air, Harsh With The Scent Of Burning.

All I Want, Is For You To Love Me. Not Because Of What I Can Do Or What I Look Like, Or Because I Love You - Just Because I Am.

Jamie," I Said, "how, Exactly, Do You Decide Whether You're Drunk?" Aroused By My Voice, He Swayed Alarmingly To One Side, But Caught Himself On The Edge Of The Mantelpiece. His Eyes Drifted Around The Room, Then Fixed On My Face. For An Instant, They Blazed Clear And Pellucid With Intelligence. "och, Easy, Sassenach, If Ye Can Stand Up, You're Not Drunk." He Let Go Of The Mantelpiece, Took A Step Toward Me, And Crumpled Slowly Onto The Hearth, Eyes Blank, And A Wide, Sweet Smile On His Dreaming Face.

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

Do Ye Want Me?" He Whispered. "sassenach, Will Ye Take Me - And Risk The Man That I Am, For The Sake Of The Man Ye Knew?