Their passionate encounter happened long ago by whatever measurement Claire Randall took. Two decades before, she had traveled back in time and into the arms of a gallant eighteenth-century Scot named Jamie Fraser. Then she returned to her own century to bear his child, believing him dead in the tragic battle of Culloden. Yet his memory has never lessened its hold on her… and her body still cries out for him in her dreams.
Then Claire discovers that Jamie survived. Torn between returning to him and staying with their daughter in her own era, Claire must choose her destiny. And as time and space come full circle, she must find the courage to face the passion and pain awaiting her…the deadly intrigues raging in a divided Scotland… and the daring voyage into the dark unknown that can reunite or forever doom her timeless love.
This book may contain explicit intimate scenes, so if you are not 18+ then I probably wouldn’t recommend it for younger readers.
I have never in my life loved to read, I just couldn’t get interested in it until I discovered Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander series. She writes with great detail and the way she describes her characters is unbelievable — they seem so lifelike as if you’d close your eyes and they’d appear right before you. I love the personalities of the characters that she creates and the wicked Scottish humor. Another thing that I love is Diana incorporates real people and real history into her novels which makes it a bit more interesting and fun to the history lovers as well. I plowed through the first bit of it to get to the part where Claire finally goes back to Jamie. When they were reunited, it was so sweet and well done. I really loved that moment. Also another part in the book – which I don’t want to give it away -, it was near the end about a re-occurring character thought to be dead. I loved the reference used with her and the twist that Diana wrote for that particular character since I was a bit familiar with the origins of the real story used. After finishing it I went straight onto Drums of Autumn because I had to know what happened next.
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.
“It has always been forever, for me, Sassenach”
“Do ye not understand?”he said, in near desperation. “I would lay the world at your feet, Claire-and I have nothing to give ye!” He honestly thought it mattered.”
I shook so that it was some time before I realized that he was shaking too, and for the same reason. I don’t know how long we sat there on the dusty floor, crying in each others arms with the longing of twenty years spilling down our faces.
“For so many years, for so long, I have been so many things, so many different men. But here,” he said, so softly I could barely hear him, “here in the dark, with you… I have no name.”
“Only you,” he said, so softly I could barely hear him. “To worship ye with my body, give ye all the service of my hands. To give ye my name, and all my heart and soul with it. Only you. Because ye will not let me lie–and yet ye love me.”
“Then kiss me, Claire,” he whispered, “And know that you are more to me than life, and I have no regret.”
“He gave you to me,” she said, so low I could hardly hear her. “Now I have to give you back to him, Mama.”
“Do ye want me?” he whispered. “Sassenach, will ye take me–and risk the man that I am, for the sake of the man ye knew?” I felt a great wave of relief, mingled with fear. It ran from his hand on my shoulder to the tips of my toes, weakening my joints. “It’s a lot too late to ask that,” I said…. “Because I already risked everything I had. But whoever you are now Jamie Fraser–yes. Yes, I do want you.”
“I am a coward, damn you! I couldna tell ye, for fear ye would leave me, and unmanly thing that I am, I thought I couldna bear that!”
“Dinna be afraid,” he said softly, “There’s the two of us now.”
“I’ve seen ye so many times,” he said, his voice whispering warm in my ear. “You’ve come to me so often. When I dreamed sometimes.When I lay in fever. When I was so afraid and so lonely I knew I must die. When I needed you, I would always see ye, smiling, with your hair curling up about your face. But ye never spoke. And ye never touched me.” “I can touch you now.” I reached up and drew my hand gently down his temple, his ear, the cheek and jaw that I could see. My hand went to the nape of his neck, under the clubbed bronze hair, and he raised his head at last, and cupped his face between my hands, love glowing strong in the dark blue eyes.
He kissed my forehead gently. “Loving you has put me through hell more than once, Sassenach; I’ll risk it again, if need be.” “Bah,” I said. “And you think loving you has been a bed of roses, do you?” This time he laughed out loud. “No,” he said, “but you’ll maybe keep doing it?” “Maybe I will, at that.” “You’re a verra stubborn woman,” he said, the smile clear in his voice.
“To have ye with me again–to talk wi’ you–to know I can say anything, not guard my words or hide my thoughts–God, Sassenach,” he said, “the Lord knows I am lust-crazed as a lad, and I canna keep my hands from you–or anything else–“he added, wryly,” but I would count that all well lost, had I no more than the pleasure of havin’ ye by me, and to tell ye all my heart.” …. “So tell me all your heart,”I said. “If there’s time.”
“Ye gave me a child, mo nighean donn,” he said softly, into the cloud of my hair. “We are together for always. She is safe; and we will live forever now, you and I.” He kissed me, very lightly, and laid his head upon the pillow next to me. “Brianna,” he whispered, in that odd Highland way that made the name his own.
“Damn you, Sassenach!” his voice said, from a very great distance. His voice was choked with passion. “Dam you! I swear if ye die on me, I’ll kill you!”
“I am thinking that you’re verra beautiful, Sassenach,” he said softly. “Maybe if one has a taste for gooseflesh on a large scale,” I said tartly, stepping out of the tub and reaching for the cup. He grinned suddenly at me, teeth flashing white in the dimness of the cellar. “Oh, aye,” he said. “Well, you’re speaking to the only man in Scotland who has a terrible cockstand at sight of a plucked chicken.”