#highland

If aught must be lost, ‘twill be my honor for yours. If one must be forsaken, ‘twill be my soul for yours. Should death come anon, ‘twill be my life for yours. I am Given. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#druid #highlander #karen-marie-moning #moning #vow

Gwen Cassidy needed a man. Desperately. Failing that, she'd settle for a cigarette. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#highlander #humor #humor

A word, Sir Jamie. Quickly!" You may speak freely, Alwyn," Jamie sighed. "You are always making too mcuh of minor incidents." You're no' going to believe it, Sir Jamie," Alwyn gasped. "But I swear every male Fergusson alive is outside our gate. ↗

— Johanna Lindsey

#humor #raid #humor

Finally, Dageus finished, and she heard Gwen and Chloe say simultaneously, breathlessly, "Oh, my God." Gabby opened her eyes. Drustan had risen to his feet and was scowling, an expression mirrored by his twin. Both were glaring at Adam--whom they obviously could now see. Then at their wives, then back at Adam. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#chloe #dageus #drustan #gabby #gwen

Chloe-lass: If I'm not here with you now, I'm beyond this life, for 'tis the only way I'll ever let you go. ... I hoped I loved you well, sweet, for I know even now that you are my brightest shining star. I knew it the moment I saw you. Ah, lass, you so adore your artifacts. This thief covets but one priceless treasure: You. Dageus -In a letter ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#dagues #karen-marie-moning #the-dark-highlander #life

The running pants were tolerable, Drustan decided, relieved. The blue trews had clearly been a torture device and would have strangled a man's seed. Mayhap men were fashioned differently in her time. He hadn't seen one other bulge out there on the street; mayhap they all had wee carrots in their trews. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#drustan #karen-marie-moning #kiss-of-the-highlander #trews #men

And I or you pocketless of a dime, may purchase the pick of the earth. ↗

— Walt Whitman

#highland #leaves-of-grass #nature #poetry #song