Cindy

“Dorothea is a Grey,” he pointed out. “Any member of her family would pause on the gallows to exchange witty banter with the hangman before graciously putting the noose about his neck with his own hands.”
― Diana Gabaldon, Written in My Own Heart's Blood

“He reached out a long arm and drew me in, holding me close against him. I put my arms around him and felt the quiver of his muscles, exhausted, and the sheer hard strength still in him, that would hold him up, no matter how tired he might be. We stood quite still for some time, my cheek against his chest and his face against my hair, drawing strength from each other for whatever might come next. Being married.”
― Diana Gabaldon, Written in My Own Heart's Blood

“Ye always carry your women wi ye into battle, Ian Og. They're the root of your strength, man.”
― Diana Gabaldon, Written in My Own Heart's Blood

“You tell me exactly what happened, ye filthy wee pervert,” Fraser whispered, his breath hot on Grey’s face and smelling of ale. He shook Grey slightly. “Every word. Every motion. Everything.” Grey got just enough breath to answer. “No,” he said defiantly. “Go ahead and kill me.”
― Diana Gabaldon, Written in My Own Heart's Blood