Your Face Is My Heart

Men Would Eat Horse Droppings, If Ye Served Them Wi' Butter.

...well, If Women's Work Was Never Done, Why Trouble About How Much Of It Wasn't Being Accomplished At Any Given Moment?

I Talk To You As I Talk To My Own Soul," He Said, Turning Me To Face Him. He Reached Up And Cupped My Cheek, Fingers Light On My Temple. "and Sassenach," He Whispered, "your Face Is My Heart.

For Where All Love Is, The Speaking Is Unnecessary

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