Ye are Blood of my Blood, and Bone of my Bone. Craig na dunn. It wasn’t a very likely place for disappearances, at least at first glance. Actually, it wasn’t bad, mullein leaves are really very nice; quite as good as two-ply bathroom tissue. And in the winter or indoors, it was usually a bit of damp rag; not very sanitary, but comfortable enough. I draw it in defense of this women, and the truth, if any here be against those two they'll answer to me, and then God, in that order. It's a good country for myths.
I dreamed once more in the cool air of the Highlands. Don't move, Sassenach, just for a moment, mo duinne--be still. Actually, it wasn’t bad, mullein leaves are really very nice; quite as good as two-ply bathroom tissue.
I dreamed once more in the cool air of the Highlands. Don't move, Sassenach, just for a moment, mo duinne--be still. Actually, it wasn’t bad, mullein leaves are really very nice; quite as good as two-ply bathroom tissue.
I dreamed once more in the cool air of the Highlands. Don't move, Sassenach, just for a moment, mo duinne--be still. Actually, it wasn’t bad, mullein leaves are really very nice; quite as good as two-ply bathroom tissue.
"It takes courage to say YES to rest and play in a culture where exhaustion is seen as a status symbol."
What's the Murrays' distinguishing characteristics? Boldness in battle is nothing out of the way... but to face down fear in cold blood is rare in any man. If ye have to ask yourself if you’re in love, laddie—then ye aren’t. Catholics don’t believe in divorce, we do believe in murder. There’s always Confession, after all.
According to you, Frasers are stubborn, Campbells are sneaky, MacKenzies are charming but sly, and Grahams are stupid. What's the Murrays' distinguishing characteristics? Boldness in battle is nothing out of the way... but to face down fear in cold blood is rare in any man. If ye have to ask yourself if you’re in love, laddie—then ye aren’t.
Blessed are those who boil water, for they shall be called saviors of mankind. When had the right to live as one wished ever been considered trivial? The tiny sgian dhu he carried in his stocking was lying within reach, its handle of carved staghorn darkagainst the piled clothing.
I could feel the hair rising on my forearms, as though with cold, and rubbed them uneasily. Two hundred years. From 1945 to 1743; yes, near enough. And women who traveled through the rocks. Was it always women? I wondered suddenly. Blessed are those who eat greens, for they shall keep their teeth.