There Aren't Any Answers, Only Choices

My Father Liked Me, When I Wasna Being An Idiot. And He Loved Me, Too -- Enough To Beat The Daylights Out Of Me When I Was Being An Idiot. Jamie Fraser

Alright, All Right," I Said. "what If I Tell You A Story, Instead?" Highlanders Loved Stories, And Jamie Was No Exception. "oh, Aye, " He Said, Sounding Much Happier. "what Sort Of Story Is It?

It Would Ha' Been A Good Deal Easier, If Ye'd Only Been A Witch.

I Thought The Force Of My Wanting Must Wake Ye, Surely. And Then Ye Did Come. . ." He Stopped, Looking At Me With Eyes Gone Soft And Dark. "christ, Claire, Ye Were So Beautiful, There On The Stair, Wi' Your Hair Down And The Shadow Of Your Body With The Light Behind Ye…." He Shook His Head Slowly. "i Did Think I Should Die, If I Didna Have Ye," He Said Softly. "just Then.

I Work On Multiple Projects At A Time Because It Keeps Me From Getting Writer's Block.