Date Posted:Mon, July 29 2024, 4:25:02 Author: Janet Subject: QOTD
Quote of the Day for, Monday, July 29, 2024. The following quote is taken from Written in My Own Heart’s Blood by Diana Gabaldon. Chapter 2, Dirty Bastard. Copyright 2014, All Rights Reserved
“Bastard!” he said out loud, and shouted, “Bastard, bastard, bastard!” at the top of his lungs, hammering at the brick wall next to him with a clenched fist.
“Who’s a bastard?” said a curious voice behind him. He swung round to see a young woman looking at him with some interest. Her eyes moved slowly down his frame, taking note of the heaving chest, the bloodstains on the facings of his uniform coat, and the green smears of goose shit on his breeches. Her gaze reached his silver buckled shoes and returned to his face with more interest.
“I am,” he said, hoarse and bitter.
“Oh really?” She left the shelter of the doorway in which she’d been lingering and came across the alley to stand right in front of him. She was tall and slim and had a very fine pair of high young breasts---which were clearly visible under the thin muslin of her shift, because, while she had a silk petticoat, she wore no stays. No cap, either—her hair fell loose over her shoulders. A whore.
“I’m partial to bastards myself,” she said, and touched him lightly on the arm. “What kind of bastard are you? A wicked one? An evil one?”
“A sorry one,” he said, and scowled when she laughed. She saw the scowl, but didn’t pull back.
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I think Jane helped William through a very difficult time, and gave him a chance to prove he was a man in his own right, not Lord John's step son or Jamie's bastard.... -- Janet, Tue, July 30 2024, 4:11:00