Garlic & Sage Sausage from A Breath of Snow and Ashes
“Well d’ye see, Auntie,” Ian said carefully, “we do mean to question the fellow.”
“And we will have answers,” Fergus said, eyes on the spoon with which he was stirring his coffee.
“And when Uncle Jamie is satisfied that he has told us what he can…”
Ian had laid his newly sharpened knife on the table beside his plate. He picked it up, and thoughtfully drew it down the length of a cold sausage, which promptly split open, with an aromatic burst of sage and garlic. He looked up then, and met my eyes directly. And I realized that while I might still be me — Ian was no longer the boy he used to be. Not at all.
Diana Gabaldon, A Breath of Snow and Ashes (Chapter 30 – The Captive)














