He thanked God again that the boy’s features were rounded and snub, and prepared to grab him if he tried to kick Mr. Instead, though, the young earl merely glared up at the farmer and said loudly and distinctly, “NNNNNNO! “It’s time for his lordship’s tea.” [ Post a Reply to this Message ][ Edit | View ] Replies: That’s a universal thing - Granpas swinging grandchildren by the ankles - here to avoid a nasty, ill mannered kick - or just for the pure joy of the grandchildren! (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Mon, November 06 2017, QOTD for Sunday, November 5, 2017 (Thanks, Lady Du Bois, for the reminder! In spite of everything, he rather liked Dunsany and hoped the baronet wasn’t about to die in the stable aisle. He held Claire close, curving his free hand low over her belly.
William’s eyes narrowed, in a way that reminded Jamie vividly of his own sister about to go berserk. He swung the boy off his feet and held him upside down by the ankles. (NT) -- Betsy Barefootspinner, Tue, November 07 2017, QOTD for Monday, November 6, 2017 -- kgp, Mon, November 06 2017, The following quotation is from The Scottish Prisoner by Diana Gabaldon. He can reach a child so easily even though he’s a Viking Berserker in blood - as we’ve seen more than once. Jamie kept as careful an eye on the old man as he did on the child: his lordship’s color was bad, his hands skeletal, and Jamie could hear the air whistle in his lungs when he breathed.
I do stretching every morning which is a start, but muscles are fading.
My sis does pilates and loves it and a lot of gardening too. (NT) -- Teri B, Sat, October 28 2017, Those of you wishing to volunteer for a week of QOTD need to contact Judie (Contact Forum Admin) to let her know when you are available.
Although the tv series is doing a great job, there is nothing better than Diana's own words and source material. “She lay at her length upon him, his hands holding for dear life to the sweet flesh of her buttocks, feeling the small solid weight of the child upon his own belly, as though they shared it now, protecting the small round thing between their bodies.
(NT) -- Carol SR, Sun, October 29 2017, QOTD for Sunday, October 29, 2017 -- Carol SR, Sat, October 28 2017, The following quote is taken from Voyager by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 11 The Torremolinos Gambit. He flung his arms around her, tight, and she held him tight as he jerked and shuddered, her hair in his face, her hands in his hair and the child between them, not knowing where any of the three of them began or ended.” [ Post a Reply to this Message ][ Edit | View ] Replies: Couldn’t place this.
[ Post a Reply to this Message ][ Edit | View ] Replies: QOTD for Friday, November 3, 2017 -- Carol SR, Thu, November 02 2017, The following quote is taken from Drums of Autumn by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 5 Two Hundred Years From Yesterday. She didn't answer, but deliberately nestled her bottom against him. I kissed him, half-smothered in clouds of hair, and lowered myself to lie on top of him, letting the fullness of my breasts squash gently against his chest. " "The ancient feasts, he explained, still lost in his mental notes.
[ Post a Reply to this Message ][ Edit | View ] Replies: QOTD for Thursday November 2, 2017 -- Carol SR, Wed, November 01 2017, The following quote is taken from Voyager by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 57 Promised Land. He moved slightly, rubbing, and sighed with pleasure. His hands were large and hard and cool on my heated flesh. A lurch by the Artemis here aiding his efforts to an untoward degree, I uttered a loud shriek. He clasped a hand over my mouth, bending over me so that he lay over my back, the billowing linen of his shirt falling around me and the weight of him pressing me to the bed. Hogmanay, that's New Years, Midsummer Day, Beltane, and All Hallows.
Things seemed to be going as good as they could considering Jamie was in prison.
At first it had happened only when he took her, and only at the last. It was hot in the room, even with the air conditioner humming, and her skin tasted moist and salty.
Then sooner and sooner, until her hand upon him was both invitation and completion, a surrender inevitable, offered and accepted. You've got the roundest arse in the world, he whispered.
“Ye get used to it.” He stretched, making his spine give off a series of muffled pops, and held out a hand. By the time Echo came out I’m close in age to Claire and can truly relate to the aches and pains.
These down to earth, very real discussions are what make the Books for me.