Shaylah McGhee

“I’ll thank ye,” said a cool, level voice, “to take your hands off my wife.”
― Diana Gabaldon, Outlander

“Sassenach,” he said against my shoulder, a moment later.
“Mm?"
“Who in God’s name is John Wayne?”
“You are,” I said. “Go to sleep.”
― Diana Gabaldon, Outlander

“You first."
"No, you."
"Why?"
"I'm afraid."
"Of what, my Sassenach?" The darkness was rolling in over the fields, filling the land and rising up to meet the night. The light of the new crescent moon marked the ridges of brow and nose, crossing his face with light.
"I'm afraid if I start I shall never stop."
He cast a glance at the horizon, where the sickle moon hung low and rising. "It's nearly winter, and the nights are long, mo duinne." He leaned across the fence, reaching, and I stepped into his arms, feeling the heat of his body and the beat of his heart.
"I love you.”
― Diana Gabaldon, Outlander

“I don't think of the sky as any kind of heaven item. I think of it as a bunch of gases and faraway echoes of things that used to be on fire.”
― Maria Dahvana Headley, Magonia