It comes for two nights, three-rarely, four-and then it's gone, and I don't see it again for weeks, sometimes months. And then it comes again, and I am enchanted once more." He rolled onto his side in a rustle of bedclothes, regarding me. "Do you see? I do not own this creature-would not, if I could. Its coming is a gift, which I accept with gratitude, but when it's gone, there is no sense of abandonment or deprivation. I'm only glad to have had it for so long as it chose to remain." "And you're saying that your relationship with Manoke is the same. Does he feel that way about you, do you think?" I asked, fascinated. He glanced at me, clearly startled. "I have no idea.
( Diana Gabaldon )
[ The Fiery Cross, A Breath of ]
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