Are some people destined for a great fate, or to do great things? Or is it only that they’re born somehow with that great passion — and if they find themselves in the right circumstances, then things happen? It’s the sort of thing you wonder… (查看原文)
“I could see ye didn’t. That’s what frightened me. Ye never feel a fatal wound, Sassenach,” he said softly.
I laughed shortly, but cut it off as the movement jarred my arm.
“And how do you know that?” I asked, fumbling left-handed to pour water into a cup. “Not the sort of thing you’d learn firsthand, I mean.”
“Murtagh told me.”
The water seemed to purl soundlessly into the cup, the sound of its pouring lost in the hiss of the bow-wave outside. I set down the jug and lifted the cup, the surface of the water black in the moonlight. Jamie had never mentioned Murtagh to me, in the months of our reunion. I had asked Fergus, who told me that the wiry little Scot had died at Culloden, but he knew no more than the bare fact.
“At Culloden.” Jamie’s voice was barely loud enough to be heard above th... (查看原文)
1 有用 日出勉力爬開中 2016-07-13
看這部大部頭的考古穿越愛情小說讓我很愉快...Jamie在克羅登之後20年簡直不能更苦情Orz 哀，Frank啊....
1 有用 日出勉力爬開中 2016-07-13
看這部大部頭的考古穿越愛情小說讓我很愉快...Jamie在克羅登之後20年簡直不能更苦情Orz 哀，Frank啊....