“For ya, love, I will be anything ya want... even a potato.”

“Would it make you feel better if I had a panic attack?" Jane sat on the couch and suppressed a small yawn. "I mean, it's almost four in the morning and a little early for a panic attack, but I can ...”

“Ya smell like honey," he said. "I'm allergic to bees," she whispered. "I'll do my best not to sting ya, love.”

“He took her hand from her head and held it in his. "Your beauty could make a rose blush." "Are you... drunk?”

“Is he all right?" Jane asked. "Oh, sure, probably losing a fight against a squirrel," Angus said. "Or his shadow...”

“So, the MacGregors." "Yeah." Jane nodded with a long sigh. "The MacGregors." "I don't get what the big deal is with them," Charlotte said. "If you saw under their kilts, you would get what the big ...”

“For ya, love, I will be anything ya want... even a potato.”

“Angus skidded to a stop and lifted his jaw as if sensing he was being watched. He looked in her direction and instantly covered his manhood as his eyes caught Jane's shocked face in the tree limbs....”

“Of course ya love me. I'm very loveable.”

“If in any quest for magic, in any search for sorcery, witchery, legerdemain, first check the human spirit.”

“It may be laid down as a general rule that if a man begins to sing, no one will take any notice of his song except his fellow human beings. This is true even if his song is surpassingly beautiful. ...”

“Magic or nature, they were much the same thing to Magnus.”

“Good God, the lad is a lass!”

“She wouldn't let him pop her cherry, but he could damn sure heat up her pie. The mere thought of a little blanket bingo made Kenna squirm in the saddle.”

“Scotland - The Highlands - Thirteenth Century "Have ye e'er seen such a lovely set o' bosoms?”