The year is 1771, and war is coming. Jamie Fraser’s wife tells him so. Little as he wishes to, he must believe it, for hers is a gift of dreadful prophecy—a time-traveler’s certain knowledge.
Claire’s unique view of the future has brought him both danger and deliverance in the past; her knowledge of the oncoming revolution is a flickering torch that may light his way through the perilous years ahead—or ignite a conflagration that will leave their lives in ashes.
This book may contain explicit intimate scenes, so if you are not 18+ then I probably wouldn’t recommend it for younger readers.
After reading the previous other Outlander novels I found The Fiery Cross a bit slow to get going. Don’t know if it was me or not but after getting mid way through it I was fine. One thing that struck my fancy was the meaning and description behind the term ‘fiery cross’. I thought that was kind of interesting and left me pondering if that analogy is true or if Diana created it for her story. As always I love all the characters and how in depth Diana describes them — makes them life like as if you can close your eyes an they are there before you. I have yet to see anyone else write like she does.
Another great thing and bonus about this series is, it learns you some words and phrases of a dieing language – Scottish Gaelic. Although this language is difficult to learn and pronounce, I think it gives this series something extra that makes them quite special.
“I love you, a nighean donn. I have loved ye from the moment I saw ye, I will love ye ’til time itself is done, and so long as you are by my side, I am well pleased wi’ the world.”
“When the day shall come, that we do part,” he said softly, and turned to look at me, “if my last words are not ‘I love you’—ye’ll ken it was because I didna have time.”
“D’ye ken that the only time I am without pain is in your bed, Sassenach? When I take ye, when I lie in your arms-my wounds are healed, then, my scars forgotten.”
“You are beautiful,” he whispered to me. “If you say so.” “Do ye not believe me? Have I ever lied to you?” “That’s not what I mean. I mean—if you say it, then it’s true. You make it true.”
“I always wake when you do, Sassenach; I sleep ill without ye by my side.”
“I want to take ye to bed. In my bed. And I mean to spend the rest of the day thinking what to do wit ye once I got ye there. So wee Archie can just go and play at marbles with his bollucks, aye?”
He was not afraid to die with her, by fire or any other way – only to live without her.
“I like ye fat, Sassenach,” he said softly. “Fat and juicy as a plump wee hen. I like it fine.”
“I didn’t want to … to have to ask him to defend me.” He stared at her, his face blank with incomprehension. He shook his head slowly, not taking his eyes away from her. “What in God’s name d’ye think a man is for?” he asked at last.
“Wat’s tes-tees?” inquired a small voice. Jemmy had abandoned his rocks and was looking up at me in profound interest. “Er …” I said. I glanced round the room in search of aid. “That’s Latin for your balls, lad,” Roger said gravely, suppressing a grin.