Claire had said, a time or twa, that her world was a world of machinery. But Jamie had never imagined a landscape like this. Nothing made sense. Not in the least just what he was supposed to be doing in this ruin.
He'd had enough of killing, a war of it, and here they wanted it to be a game. He'd taken a glance at the selection of weapons, and the scrimmage going on about them, and had thought better of that action. Instead, he'd taken to his heels in the other direction, towards the open spaces around the rim of the park. (What a wrong-headed word for a place like this.) A whole regiment of men could hide in grass like what he'd spied out there, and he needed somewhere to lay low, to learn what he could about these strangers he was supposed to kill, and about this trap they were all in.
Jamie Fraser || Outlander (bookverse, Voyager canonpoint)
He'd had enough of killing, a war of it, and here they wanted it to be a game. He'd taken a glance at the selection of weapons, and the scrimmage going on about them, and had thought better of that action. Instead, he'd taken to his heels in the other direction, towards the open spaces around the rim of the park. (What a wrong-headed word for a place like this.) A whole regiment of men could hide in grass like what he'd spied out there, and he needed somewhere to lay low, to learn what he could about these strangers he was supposed to kill, and about this trap they were all in.