Book: Dragonfly in amber. Book 1. Divided for centuries. Page 1

“My Uncle Bob would never have tolerated anything like this.

- No. - he smiled. - Since we will have to keep this oath to the end, until her very last word.

- It would seem that the best witness to history is a person. Man... or a woman, a slight nod to a pretty blonde, who lived in a particular era, right?
- Well, maybe. Ultimately, it is quite in the character of a person to embellish the events and objects described by him, if he knows that the scriptures will read him. People try to focus on things they think are important. And quite often embellish them for public use. Try to find a chronicler who would with equal zeal describe the royal procession and how he sits on the pot at night.

- Wouldn't you risk your dick? I asked jokingly. - By the way, I heard how this part of your body is sometimes called Peter. And the Yankees for some reason known only to them - Dick. Once I called one patient who teased me all the time, Clever Dick, so the poor fellow's stitches almost parted from laughter.

For a moment he managed to free himself from Annalise's tenacious hands, and he whispered in my ear:
- If I find you in one of these alcoovs, an Englishwoman, a man with whom you will be there, consider, dead. As for you...
His hand unconsciously reached for the sword hanging from his belt.
"Oh no, it won't come out," I objected, "You swore on your dagger that you would never beat me again. What, then, is the price of your vows, um?
He chuckled through force:
- Nope. I will not beat you, at least not in the way I would like.

"If you care so much about the Scottish Highlanders," Jamie said dryly, handing him a copy of the order, "then you should know that in those parts it is difficult to find two people who hold the same views on anything, except, perhaps, the color of the sky overhead. And on this occasion sometimes disputes flare up.

- How is it? he remarked absently. “If that’s true, then you’re the first Scotsman in my life who’s not interested in her.”

Yes, this is France. Food, wine and women.

"Sassenach"... So he called me from the beginning; in Gaelic it means "the English stranger". "Anglichanka". He first uttered that nickname mockingly, then with tenderness.

Even the thick walls have doors.

- And why is that, pray tell people, as if specially produced toilet paper, more like a foil?
- The hearts of our people as hard as stone, mockingly picked up Roger. - Well, behinds - stainless steel. I think this contributes to the formation of the national character.
In this case, perhaps, the Scots generally devoid of nerve endings, with a laugh added Claire. - People able to ride in kilts, the skin on the back is not inferior in strength to that used to make saddles!

- You say that like not to love whisky is a crime! - brianna protested, smiling at Roger above the Cup.
He raised his eyebrows and severe tone, said:
- But, my dear, here Scotland. And dislike whiskey - surely a crime!
- Oh, that's how! - brianna exclaimed, imitating a Scottish accent. - We can only hope that it does not provide the death penalty!