Date Posted:Tue, February 06 2024, 7:42:48 Author:kgp Subject: QOTD for Tuesday, February 6, 2024
The following quotation is from Go Tell The Bees That I Am Gone by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2021 All Rights Reserved Chapter 139 Dreams of Glory
He didn’t move, but his body seemed to flow, the faint glow of the smoored fire shifting on his skin as he relaxed, hair by hair, his breathing slowing.
I relaxed a little, too, in response, though I still watched him warily. It wasn’t a Wentworth dream - he wasn’t sweating; I could almost literally smell fear and blood on him when he woke from those. They came rarely - but were terrible when they did come.
Battlefield? Perhaps; I hoped so. Some of those were worse than others, but he usually came back from a dream of battle fairly quickly and would let me cradle him in my arms and gentle him back to sleep. I longed to do it now. An ember cracked on the hearth behind me, and the tiny spurt of sparks lit his face for an instant, surprising me. He looked . . . peaceful, his eyes dark-wide and fixed on something he could still see.
kgp