April Jones

“You’re mine, mo duinne,” he said softly, pressing himself into my depths. “Mine alone, now and forever. Mine, whether ye will it or no.” I pulled against his grip, and sucked in my breath with a faint “ah” as he pressed even deeper. “Aye, I mean to use ye hard, my Sassenach,” he whispered. “I want to own you, to possess you, body and soul.” I struggled slightly and he pressed me down, hammering me, a solid, inexorable pounding that reached my womb with each stroke. “I mean to make ye call me ‘Master,’ Sassenach.” His soft voice was a threat of revenge for the agonies of the last minutes. “I mean to make you mine.”
― Diana Gabaldon, Outlander

“Getting up once in the dark to go adventuring is a lark. Twice in two days smacks of masochism.”
― Diana Gabaldon, Outlander

“I only said I felt like God, Sassenach," he murmured. "I never said I was.”
― Diana Gabaldon, Outlander

“It's a good country for myths. Things seem to take root here.”
― Diana Gabaldon, Outlander