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Quotes: Voyager (345 quotes)

Whether he was expecting a demon or an angel was uncertain. He had no idea of the staffing requirements of Purgatory; it wasn’t a matter the dominie had addressed in his schooldays.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 1
Book Category: Religion [Comments]


Spiritual anguish could be taken as a standard condition in Purgatory, and he had expected all along that the pain of separation would be his chief punishment—sufficient, he thought, to atone for anything he’d ever done: murder and betrayal included.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 1
Book Category: Separation [Comments]


Memory flooded back, and he groaned aloud. He had been mistaken. This was hell. But James Fraser was unfortunately not dead, after all.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 1
Book Category: Fear - Grief - Anguish - Horror [Comments]


He knew the memories would come back, and hoped he would be dead before they did.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 1
Book Category: Culloden [Comments]


“No, my lord,” said MacDonald, the faintest of smiles on his lips. “Traitors all. Shall we be hanged, then?”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 1
Book Category: Culloden [Comments]


More for form’s sake than because he felt the need of it, he closed his eyes and began the Act of Contrition, in French, as he always said it. Mon Dieu, je regrette…And yet he didn’t; it was much too late for any sort of regret.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 1
Book Category: Religion [Comments]


In any case, he would see her again; he clung to the conviction much more firmly than he embraced the tenets of the Church. God had given her to him; He would restore her.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 1
Book Category: Separation [Comments]


Being resigned to being shot was one thing, but listening to your friends being killed in your hearing was another, and not just calculated to settle the nerves.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 1
Book Category: War, Fighting and Violence [Comments]


"He promised to kill me. I dinna mind if you do it for him, though.”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 1
Book Category: Death [Comments]


But Roger was a historian. He had a scholar’s insatiable, amoral curiosity, too powerful to be constrained by simple compassion.
---Roger in Voyager, Chapter 2
Book Category: Scholars and Historians [Comments]


"But when the nurse had taken Brianna from her bassinet and handed her to Frank, with the words 'Here's Daddy's little girl,' his face had grown blank, and then- looking down at the tiny face, perfect as a rosebud- gone soft with wonder. Within a week, he had been hers, body and soul."
---Frank in Voyager, Chapter 3
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


Frank hadn’t wanted to leave this particular puzzle alone, either. But neither had he been willing to solve it.
---Frank in Voyager, Chapter 3
Book Category: Scholars and Historians [Comments]


Despite myself, tears began to well up in my eyes and roll down my cheeks. Mostly for Jamie, and myself, and the child I carried, but a few for Frank as well.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 3
Book Category: Fear - Grief - Anguish - Horror [Comments]


Frank made a face; an Englishman to the bone, he would rather lap water out of the toilet than drink tea made from teabags.
---Frank in Voyager, Chapter 3
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


At last, as usually happened here, I ceased to think. Whether it was the stoppage of time in the presence of eternity, or only the overtaking of a bone-deep fatigue, I didn’t know. But the guilt over Frank eased, the wrenching grief for Jamie lessened, and even the constant tug of motherhood upon my emotions receded to the level of background noise, no louder than the slow beating of my own heart, regular and comforting in the dark peace of the chapel.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 3
Book Category: Religion [Comments]


Frank knelt before me, his mouth a supplicant. Was this how God felt, I wondered, seeing the adorers before Him—was He, too, filled with tenderness and pity?
---Claire & Frank in Voyager, Chapter 3
Book Category: Sex [Comments]


“Dogsbody? First I’m a Sassenach, and now I’m a dogsbody. What do you Scots call people when you’re trying to be nice?” 

“Darrrrlin’,” he said, rolling his r’s exaggeratedly, and making both girls laugh.
---Brianna & Roger in Voyager, Chapter 3
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


Claire squeezed her daughter’s hand. “If you have your father’s hair, it’s nice to see you have your mother’s brains,” she said, smiling.
---Claire & Brianna in Voyager, Chapter 3
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


He would feel it begin to slip away when he left—that thin veneer of humanity—more of it gone with each step away from the farmhouse. Sometimes he would keep the illusion of warmth and family all the way to the cave where he hid; other times it would disappear almost at once, torn away by a chill wind, rank and acrid with the scent of burning.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 4
Book Category: Isolation and Solitude [Comments]


It dawned on Jamie quite suddenly that to the boys he must seem a most romantic figure. Living alone in a cave, emerging at dark to hunt, coming down out of the mist in the night, filthy and wild-haired, beard all in a fierce red sprout—yes, at their age, it likely seemed a glamorous adventure to be an outlaw and live hidden in the heather, in a dank, cramped cave. At fifteen and sixteen and ten, they had no notion of guilt or bitter loneliness, of the weight of a responsibility that could not be relieved by action. They might understand fear, of a sort. Fear of capture, fear of death. Not the fear of solitude, of his own nature, fear of madness. Not the constant, chronic fear of what his presence might do to them—if they thought about that risk at all, they dismissed it, with the casual assumption of immortality that was the right of boys.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 4
Book Category: Isolation and Solitude [Comments]


More and more, he felt the disorientation, the fragmenting of himself between day and night. By day, he was a creature of the mind alone, as he escaped his damp immobility by a stubborn, disciplined retreat into the avenues of thought and meditation, seeking refuge in the pages of books. But with the rising of the moon, all sense fled, succumbing at once to sensation, as he emerged into the fresh air like a beast from its lair, to run the dark hills beneath the stars, and hunt, driven by hunger, drunk with blood and moonlight.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 4
Book Category: Isolation and Solitude [Comments]


"How can ye stand the woman, living in the same house wi’ ye? I’d strangle her, were I here every day.” 

His sister snorted and closed her eyes, tilting her head back to let the whisky slide down her throat. “Ah, folk fash ye as much as ye let them; I dinna let her, much."
---Jamie & Jenny in Voyager, Chapter 5
Book Category: Practicality - Resourcefulness - Organization [Comments]


His size alone might provoke suspicion, but not certainty, and he had full confidence in the strength of his legs to carry him out of harm’s way should he have the ill luck to meet with an English patrol. Hares in the heather were little match for Jamie Fraser, given warning.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 5
Book Category: About Jamie [Comments]


Willie’s painted hand rested on his shoulder; he had always felt safe, with Willie standing behind him.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 5
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


What d’ye think, I’m the sort of man would slink about from house to house, bedding any woman who didna drive me out wi’ a girdle in her hand?” 

“As if they would. No, you’re a good man, Jamie.” Jenny smiled, half sadly. “Ye wouldna take advantage of any woman. Ye’d marry first, no?”
---Jamie & Jenny in Voyager, Chapter 5
Book Category: Men and Women [Comments]


“I couldna help my wife; I suppose I thought I might help you. Not that I could,” he added, with some bitterness. “I am as useless to you as I was to her.”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 5
Book Category: Helplessness [Comments]


The warmth of her seemed shocking, as though cold dread were his natural state and the touch of another person somehow foreign and unnatural.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 5
Book Category: Isolation and Solitude [Comments]


Fergus could never resist insolence when confronted with authority—especially English authority.
---Fergus in Voyager, Chapter 6
Book Category: Uncategorized [Comments]


Perhaps it was something in the attitudes of the soldiers, an irritableness of mood that communicated itself to him in the cave. Perhaps only the sense of doom that had clung to him since Culloden, as though everything in his vicinity were tainted; at risk by virtue only of being near him. Whether he had heard the sound of the saber or not, his body had tensed itself to spring before he saw the silver arc of the blade swing through the air.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 6
Book Category: Helplessness [Comments]


You can’t, it said to him, a thready whisper under the fury and the horror that filled him. He has done this for you; you cannot make it senseless. You can’t, it said, cold as death beneath the searing rush of futility that drowned him. You can do nothing.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 6
Book Category: Helplessness [Comments]


“So I am fortunate,” he murmured, still smiling. “For in one stroke, I am become a gentleman of leisure, non?”
---Fergus in Voyager, Chapter 6
Book Category: Uncategorized [Comments]


“But Jamie,” she whispered. “Even if they dinna hang ye outright—and that’s the hell of a risk to take—Jamie, ye could be killed when they take ye!” His shoulders slumped suddenly, under the weight of misery and exhaustion. 

“God, Jenny,” he said, “d’ye think I care?” 

There was a long silence before she answered. “No, I don’t,” she said. “And I canna say as I blame ye, either.” She paused a moment, to steady her voice. “But I still care.” Her fingers gently touched the back of his head, stroking his hair. “So ye’ll mind yourself, won’t ye, clot-heid?”
---Jamie & Jenny in Voyager, Chapter 6
Book Category: Choices [Comments]


Still, he searched the sky, looking for Taurus. Not the prettiest of constellations, but his own. Born under the sign of the bull, stubborn and strong. Strong enough, he hoped, to do what he intended.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 6
Book Category: Strength [Comments]


“I ken weel enough what ye’re thinkin’,” she said. “For I saw your lady, and I know how it was between the two of ye. I never had that,” she added, in a softer voice, “not wi’ either of the two men I wed. But I know the look of a true love, and it’s not in my mind to make ye feel ye’ve betrayed it.”
---Mary McNab in Voyager, Chapter 6
Book Category: Love [Comments]


"Still, honor prevents my acting otherwise, and I will confess that my spirit was lightened to see the man removed, still living, from the field, as I turned my own attentions to the melancholy task of disposing of the bodies of his comrades. So much killing as I have seen these last two days oppresses me,” the entry ended simply.
---Hal in Voyager, Chapter 7
Book Category: Culloden [Comments]


A week later, Roger’s faith in documents remained unshaken. The same could not be said for the eighteenth-century table in the late Reverend Wakefield’s study, whose spindly legs wobbled and creaked alarmingly beneath their unaccustomed burden.
---Roger in Voyager, Chapter 7
Book Category: Scholars and Historians [Comments]


“It wasn’t so much that I suddenly decided I must become a doctor—it was just that I suddenly realized one day that I’d been one for a long time—and then I wasn’t, and I missed it.”
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 7
Book Category: Calling [Comments]


“You’ve known forever who you are. Do you realize at all how unusual it is to know that?”
---Frank in Voyager, Chapter 7
Book Category: Calling [Comments]


"I haven't got that," he said quietly at last. "I'm good, all right. At what I do- the teaching, the writing. Bloody splendid sometimes, in fact. And I like it a good bit, enjoy what I do. But the thing is-" He hesitated, then looked at me straight on, hazel-eyed and earnest. "I could do something else, and be as good. Care as much, or as little. I haven’t got that absolute conviction that there’s something in life I’m meant to do—and you have.”

"Is that good?" The edges of my nostrils were sore, and my eyes puffed from crying.

He laughed shortly. "It's damned inconvenient, Claire. To you and me and Bree, all three. But my God, I do envy you sometimes."
---Frank in Voyager, Chapter 7
Book Category: Calling [Comments]


Once I had thought I was whole—had seemed to be able to love a man, to bear a child, to heal the sick—and know that all these things were natural parts of me, not the difficult, troubled fragments into which my life had now disintegrated.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 7
Book Category: Separation [Comments]


“So far as he ever felt he had a destiny—something he was really meant to do—he felt that Brianna was it,” Claire said.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 7
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


"I don’t think you could lie, even if you wanted to.”

She glanced at him sharply, and gave a short, dry laugh. “Everyone can lie, young Roger, given cause enough. Even me. It’s only that it’s harder for those of us who live in glass faces; we have to think up our lies ahead of time.”
---Roger & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 7
Book Category: Truth and Directness [Comments]


“Jamie had that,” she said softly, as though to herself. “He wasn’t a man to turn away from anything he thought his job. Dangerous or not. And I think he won’t have felt himself wasted—no matter what happened to him.”
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 7
Book Category: Honor - Courage - Duty - Justice [Comments]


"His foolish behavior at Carryarrick had saved Fraser's life at Culloden. Now, that debt discharged, and Fraser in his power, Fraser's sheer helplessness as a prisoner made him completely safe. For whether foolish or wise, naive or experienced, all the Greys were men of honor."
---Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 8
Book Category: Honor - Courage - Duty - Justice [Comments]


“Ardsmuir is the carbuncle on God’s bum,” Colonel Harry Quarry said. He raised his glass sardonically to the young man by the window. “I’ve been here a twelvemonth, and that’s eleven months and twenty-nine days too long. Give you joy of your new posting, my Lord.”
---Lord John & Harry Quarry in Voyager, Chapter 8
Book Category: Uncategorized [Comments]


“God knows what you did to be sent here, Grey,” he said, shaking his head. “But for your own sake, I hope you deserved it! Luck to you!” And with a swirl of blue cloak, he was gone.
---Lord John & Harry Quarry in Voyager, Chapter 8
Book Category: Uncategorized [Comments]


A scared young soldier, though, trying to keep abreast of an unfamiliar job, could be more rigid and tyrannical than the crustiest of old colonels.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 8
Book Category: Uncategorized [Comments]


She knew quite well that he was in disgrace; promising young officers in the good graces of their superiors were not sent to the arse-end of Scotland to oversee the renovation of small and unimportant prison-fortresses.
---Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 8
Book Category: Uncategorized [Comments]


An unfortunate affair of the heart! He smiled grimly, dipping his pen. Perhaps Hal had a greater sensitivity than he’d thought, in so describing it. But then, all his affairs had been unfortunate, since Hector’s death at Culloden.
---Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 8
Book Category: Culloden [Comments]


He couldn’t bring himself to mention his fears even to Hector. Hector loved him, but Hector was twenty, tall and muscular and fearless, with a lieutenant’s commission and dashing stories of battles fought in France.
---Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 8
Book Category: Fear - Grief - Anguish - Horror [Comments]


He had touched a great snake once, a python that a friend of his uncle’s had brought from the Indies, and that was what it had been like, Fraser’s touch, lithe and smooth and horribly powerful, moving like the muscular coils, never where you expected it to be.
---Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 8
Book Category: About Jamie [Comments]


“I did not threaten you!” The edge of the letter-opener was cutting into his hand; he was forced to loosen his grip. 

“Did ye no? Well, and I’m pleased to hear it.” Fraser turned toward the door. “In that case, Major, I shall bid ye good night.”
---Jamie & Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 9
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


The big Scot had sat by the man’s side all night, listening, encouraging, comforting. Grey had stood by the door, not wishing to frighten the man by the sight of his uniform, both surprised and oddly touched at Fraser’s gentleness.
---Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 9
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


He felt oddly comfortable with the man, he realized, with a feeling of surprise. Part of it was sheer fatigue, of course; all his usual reactions and feelings were numbed by the long night and the strain of watching a man die by inches. The entire night had seemed unreal to Grey; not least was this odd conclusion, wherein he found himself sitting in the dim dawn light of a country tavern, sharing a pitcher of ale with Red Jamie Fraser.
---Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 9
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


Perhaps you are too young to know the power of hate and despair. Quarry’s voice spoke in Grey’s memory. He was not; he recognized them at once in the depths of Fraser’s eyes.
---Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 9
Book Category: Fear - Grief - Anguish - Horror [Comments]


Grey wasn’t sure whether he was more angry at Fraser for breaking his word, or at himself, for having been fool enough to believe that a Highlander—gentleman or not—held a sense of honor equal to his own. But angry he was, and determined to search every deer path on this moor if necessary, in order to lay James Fraser by the heels.
---Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 9
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


“I fear you take me at a disadvantage, Mr. Fraser,” he said coolly, fastening his breeches with as much self-possession as he could muster. 

The Scot’s eyes were the only part of him to move, down over Grey and slowly back up. Looked over his shoulder, to where six armed soldiers stood, pointing their muskets. Dark blue eyes met his, straight on. At last, the edge of Fraser’s mouth twitched, and he said, “I think ye take me at the same, Major.”
---Jamie & Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 9
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


“That is possibly the most outrageous thing I have heard in my life!” 

“Your life has been rather brief, then, Major,” Fraser said. “If you will pardon my saying so.”
---Jamie & Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 10
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


“Stand here, sir!” 

“I am not a dog, Major!” Jamie snapped. “Ye’ll do as ye like wi’ me, but I’ll no come when ye call me to heel!”
---Jamie & Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 10
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


“I cannot tell you, Major.” 

“Cannot or will not?” Grey asked sharply. 

“It doesna seem a useful distinction, Major, as ye willna hear anything, either way.” He closed his eyes and waited, trying to soak up as much heat as possible before they took him away. 

Grey found himself at a loss, both for words and action. Stubborn does not begin to describe it, Quarry had said. It didn’t.
---Jamie & Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 10
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


Fraser evidently read the unspoken question in his face, for he said dryly, “All Scottish children are taught their letters, Major. Still, we have a great tradition of storytelling in the Highlands.”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 10
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


"Or do you not think that the character of an author shows in the construction of his work?” 

“Given some of the characters that I have seen appear in plays and novels, Major, I should think the author a bit depraved who drew them entirely from himself, no?”
---Jamie & Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 10
Book Category: Poetry and Writing [Comments]


“It was not Monsieur Arouet, but a colleague of his—a lady novelist—who remarked to me once that writing novels was a cannibal’s art, in which one often mixed small portions of one’s friends and one’s enemies together, seasoned them with imagination, and allowed the whole to stew together into a savory concoction.”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 10
Book Category: Poetry and Writing [Comments]


“I shall not ask you again why you left the prison,” he had said, calmly conversational. “But I will ask you—why did you come back?” 

Fraser had frozen briefly, startled. He turned back and met Grey’s eyes directly. For a moment he said nothing. Then his mouth curled up in a smile. “I suppose I must value the company, Major; I can tell ye, it’s not the food.”
---Jamie & Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 10
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


Grey had not taken part in the subjugation of the Highlands—he had been posted to Italy and France—but he had heard more than enough of that particular campaign. He had seen the blackened stones of too many charred cottages, rising like cairns amid the ruined fields, as he traveled north to Ardsmuir.
---Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 10
Book Category: Culloden [Comments]


“I had gone there hoping—and with that hope gone, the treasure seemed no more to me than a wee box of stones and bits of tarnished metal. I had no use for it.” He looked up, one brow slightly raised in irony. “But I didna see the ‘sense’ in giving it to King Geordie, either. So I flung it into the sea.”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 10
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


Grey extended his own hand in reflex, and a small object dropped into his open palm. It was a sapphire, dark blue as Fraser’s own eyes, and a good size, too.
---Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 10
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


And yet, looking at the Scot, he could well believe it. If ever there was a man whose judgment would not be distorted by greed, James Fraser was it.
---Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 10
Book Category: About Jamie [Comments]


"No, I think it is true that some stories simply require a greater space in which to be told."
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 11
Book Category: Philosophy [Comments]


" 'Ye wouldna speak to save your own life, but ye would do it to save a lady's honor. The honor of my own lady,' Fraser said softly. 'That doesna seem like cowardice to me.' "
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 11
Book Category: Honor - Courage - Duty - Justice [Comments]


Grey used it seldom, for it was a trick that would not work on a mediocre player, one not sharp enough to detect the knight’s threat, or its possibilities. It was a gambit for use against a shrewd and subtle mind, and after nearly three months of weekly games, Grey knew quite well what sort of mind he was facing across the tinted ivory squares.
---Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 11
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


“No,” he said softly. He smiled without humor. “Your brother verra stubbornly refused to shoot me. I wasna inclined to be grateful for the favor at the time.”
---Jamie & Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 11
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


“I think perhaps the greatest burden lies in caring for those we cannot help.” 

“Not in having no one for whom to care?” 

Fraser paused before answering; he might have been weighing the position of the pieces on the table. “That is emptiness,” he said at last, softly. “But no great burden.”
---Jamie & Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 11
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


“A man that doesna shit himself with a pistol held to his head, Major, has either no bowels, or no brains.”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 11
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


Could not even look away or blink, to break the dark blue gaze that held him frozen. Moving as slowly as though he stood atop an unexploded mine, he drew back his hand.
---Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 11
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


"In some far-off corner of his mind, Grey stored away another tiny scrap of information with the small hoard of facts kept in the jeweled coffer labeled 'Jamie' - his mother was a Mackenzie."
---Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 12
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


There was a shifting and a muttering among the ranks of the prisoners; there was little actual movement, but Grey could feel the alignment changing, as though they were in fact drawing toward Fraser, circling him, embracing him. The circle had broken and re-formed, and he was alone outside it. Jamie Fraser had gone back to his own.
---Jamie & Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 12
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


And over it all like a sticky coat of varnish sealing off Grey’s feelings was a thin layer of self-disgust, as he realized that his eyes were fixed on the scene not out of duty, but from sheer inability to look away from the sheen of mingled rain and blood that gleamed on muscle, tightened in anguish to a curve of wrenching beauty.
---Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 12
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


As for the flogging, he had borne it. There was no room then for thought or regret, or for anything beyond the stubborn, desperate struggle such bodily insult required.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 12
Book Category: Strength [Comments]


He had been born a leader, then bent and shaped further to fit such a destiny. But what of a man who had not been born to the role he was required to fill? John Grey, for one. Charles Stuart for another. For the first time in ten years, from this strange distance, he could find it in himself to forgive that feeble man who had once been his friend. Having so often paid the price exacted by his own gift, he could at last see the more terrible doom of having been born a king, without the gift of kingship.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 12
Book Category: Calling [Comments]


"I don't know who you were, mate," he whispered to the unseen Scot, "but you must have been something, to deserve her."
---Roger in Voyager, Chapter 13
Book Category: About Claire [Comments]


"This, with the anger and sorrow of his parting from his men fresh in memory - the wrenching loss of leaving the Highlands, with the knowledge that the parting might well be permanent - and his waking moments suffused with the physical pain of long-unused saddle muscles, were together enough to have kept him in torment for the whole journey. Only the fact that he had given his parole kept him from pulling Major John William Grey off his horse and throttling him in some peaceful lane."
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 14
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


"Squelching his way up the slope, John William Grey looked up at the man above him, still as a bronze statue on his mount, save for that rippling mane. The breath dried in his throat, and he licked his lips. "O Lucifer, thou son of the morning," he murmured to himself, but forbore to add the rest of the quotation."
---Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 14
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


He had lain before the inn hearth each night, aching in every limb, acutely aware of every twitch and rustle and breath of the man in the bed behind him, and deeply resentful of that awareness. By the pale gray of dawn, he was keyed to fury once more, longing for the man to rise from his bed and make some disgraceful gesture toward him, so that he might release his fury in the passion of murder. But Grey had only snored.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 14
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


It was a long way from freedom, and from Scotland as well, but perhaps something better either than the narrow stones of Ardsmuir or the distant hardships of the Colonies.
---Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 14
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


If he had no true freedom, he did at least have air, and light, space to stretch his limbs, and the sight of mountains and the lovely horses that Dunsany bred. The other grooms and servants were understandably suspicious of him, but inclined to leave him alone, out of respect for his size and forbidding countenance. It was a lonely life—but he had long since accepted the fact that for him, life was unlikely ever to be otherwise.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 14
Book Category: Uncategorized [Comments]


Despite himself, he felt some sympathy for her. But he would be damned if he allowed this skirted maniac to involve him in her troubles.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 14
Book Category: About Geneva [Comments]


A more natural smile broke out on her face, and he realized how very young she was. Aye, well, and a wee adder’s bite was as venomous as an auld one’s.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 14
Book Category: About Geneva [Comments]


“I’ll serve ye properly,” he said, looking down at his working fingers, “for the sake of my own honor as a man, and yours as a woman. But”—he raised his head and the narrowed blue eyes bored into hers—“having brought me to your bed by means of threats against my family, I’ll not have ye call me by the name they give me.”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 14
Book Category: About Geneva [Comments]


He felt an unexpected small liking for her. She might be spoiled, selfish, and reckless, but there was some character to her, at least. Courage, to him, was no small virtue.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 14
Book Category: About Geneva [Comments]


He was conscious of an extraordinary mixture of feelings. He had never in his life taken a woman in his arms without some feeling of love, but there was nothing of love in this encounter, nor could there be, for her own sake. There was some tenderness for her youth, and pity at her situation. Rage at her manipulation of him, and fear at the magnitude of the crime he was about to commit. But overall there was a terrible lust, a need that clawed at his vitals and made him ashamed of his own manhood, even as he acknowledged its power. Hating himself, he lowered his head and cupped her face between his hands.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 14
Book Category: Sex [Comments]


Having forced him here, she was, with a damnable, unwanted, unwarrantable trust, leaving the conduct of the whole affair up to him!
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 14
Book Category: About Geneva [Comments]


“What…what are you thinking?” The voice sounded hesitant, and a little shaken, but not hysterical. 

Too shaken himself to notice the absurdity of the question, he answered it with the truth. “I was wondering why in God’s name men want to bed virgins.”
---Jamie & Geneva in Voyager, Chapter 14
Book Category: Sex [Comments]


“Men are disgusting horrible beasts, just as your nurse told you. Have I hurt ye badly?”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 14
Book Category: Men and Women [Comments]


"You're a strong laddie," he had whispered. "Strong and braw and bonny. But my God, you are so small!"
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 15
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


Then he staggered, and Jamie leapt forward, noting with a sort of detached clarity the small round hole in the baby’s trailing drapery, where the pistol ball had passed through it.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 15
Book Category: Uncategorized [Comments]


He stood, eyes tight closed, shaking like a leaf, unable either to move or to think, arms wrapped tight about the shapeless, squirming, squawking bundle that contained his son.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 15
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


She turned like a tiny clockwork figure and left, going back to the world of Helwater, a thousand times more his prison now than it had ever been.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 15
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


"No, he had brought Jamie here because it was the best he could do; unable simply to release him at the time, Grey had done his best to ease the conditions of his captivity- by giving him air, and light, and horses."
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 16
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


" 'It is?' Willie was delighted. 'I'm a stinking Papist now, like you?' "
---William in Voyager, Chapter 16
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


"And sometimes the candle burned in memory of a young and reckless girl named Geneva, but he did not say that."
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 16
Book Category: Guilt [Comments]


Willie was a strong, courageous, bonny little lad. He had a blinding smile, and could charm birds from the trees if he liked. He was also remarkably spoilt.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 16
Book Category: About William [Comments]


"You like men, don't you?" he said quietly. "Tall men."

She smiled briefly, not looking at him. 

"One," she said softly.
---Roger & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 17
Book Category: Men and Women [Comments]


I felt a slight ruffling of my hair, and one lock brushed against my cheek, light as a lover’s touch. But surely it was no more than the rush of air from the vent overhead, and my imagination that the stale smells of perfume and cigarettes were suddenly underlaid by the scents of wool and heather.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 18
Book Category: Magic - Witches - Supernatural [Comments]


I had been taking careful note of the machines—all the contrivances of modern daily life—and more important, of my own response to them.
...
Could I live without all the “conveniences,” large and small, to which I was accustomed? I had been asking myself that with each touch of a button, each rumble of a motor, and was quite sure that the answer was “yes.”
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 19
Book Category: In a Different Time [Comments]


Odd all the same, that Brianna should have so much resembled both her fathers, in their very different ways.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 19
Book Category: About Brianna [Comments]


“Sometimes I wondered if I could rightfully blame you,” he said, almost thoughtfully. “He looked like Bree, didn’t he? He was like her?”
---Frank in Voyager, Chapter 19
Book Category: Frank and Claire [Comments]


There was a silence after this, of the sort that makes you hear all the tiny unbearable noises of creaking wood and breathing houses—only in an effort to pretend you haven’t heard what was just said.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 19
Book Category: Imagery [Comments]


The double doors at the end of the corridor were open to the icy dawn. The ambulance’s red light was pulsing like an artery, bathing the corridor in blood.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 19
Book Category: Imagery [Comments]


A handsome man, despite the lines that cut deep beside his mouth, lines of disappointment and unspoken anger, lines that even the relaxation of death could not wipe away.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 19
Book Category: Frank and Claire [Comments]


My hand showed startlingly white in Joe’s dark grasp, then red in the pulsing light, and then I had turned to him, solid as a tree trunk, rested my head on his shoulder, and—for the first time—wept for Frank.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 19
Book Category: Frank and Claire [Comments]


Now I wept for him for the last time, knowing even as the tears slid down my cheeks that we had parted, once and for all, twenty-odd years before, on the crest of a green Scottish hill.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 19
Book Category: Frank and Claire [Comments]


I tipped the messenger and carried the telegram down the hall. It seemed important not to open it until I had reached the relative safety of the bathroom, as though it were an explosive device that must be defused under water.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 19
Book Category: Imagery [Comments]


“You’re lucky, L.J.,” he said. “At least Bree isn’t giving you grief about who her granddaddy was. All you have to worry about is will she be doing dope and getting pregnant by some draft dodger who takes off for Canada.” 

I laughed, with more than a touch of irony. “That’s what you think,” I told him.
---Claire & Joe Abernathy in Voyager, Chapter 20
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


“Lady Jane! You’ve got you a man!” 

I felt the blood rising in my cheeks, but tried to keep my dignity. “I don’t know. Maybe. Just maybe.”
---Claire & Joe Abernathy in Voyager, Chapter 20
Book Category: Men and Women [Comments]


“I’ve known Bree how long? Ten years, at least.” He shook his head. “She’s got a lot of you in her, L. J., but I’ve never seen anything of Frank. Daddy’s got red hair, huh?” he asked. “And he’s one big son of a bitch, or everything I learned in Genetics 101 was a damn lie.”
---Joe Abernathy in Voyager, Chapter 20
Book Category: About Brianna [Comments]


"Well, not to worry," I said, taking the dress over my arm and turning toward the dressing room. "If I go through with this, zippers will be the least of it."
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 21
Book Category: In a Different Time [Comments]


"Roger, if she’s gone, there won’t be a soul left in the world who cares what I’m like, or thinks I’m special not because of anything, but just because I’m me! She’s the only person in the world who really, really cares I was born, and if she’s gone…”
---Brianna in Voyager, Chapter 22
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


“You’re wrong, you know,” he said softly, and held out his hand to her. “It isn’t only your mother who cares.”
---Roger in Voyager, Chapter 22
Book Category: Love [Comments]


I think if I’d heard that outside my window, I’d have spent the rest of the night hiding under the bedclothes.” 

“Oh, I usually did,” Roger assured her. “Though once, when I was seven or so, I got up my nerve, stood up on the bed and peed on the windowsill—the Reverend had just told me that pissing on the doorposts is supposed to keep a ghost from coming in the house.” 

Claire laughed delightedly, the firelight dancing in her eyes. “Did it work?” 

“Well, it would have worked better had the window been open,” Roger said, “but the ghosts didn’t come in, no.”
---Roger & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 22
Book Category: Magic - Witches - Supernatural [Comments]


“He gave you to me,” she said, so low I could hardly hear her. “Now I have to give you back to him, Mama.”
---Brianna in Voyager, Chapter 23
Book Category: Separation [Comments]


"Jamie. There it was; the anchor point to which I had clung, my single hold on sanity."
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 24
Book Category: About Jamie [Comments]


My first coherent thought was, “It’s raining. This must be Scotland.”
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 24
Book Category: Scotland [Comments]


I looked down and saw a layer of fallen rowan berries, gleaming red and black among the grass. Very appropriate, I thought, vaguely amused. I had fallen down under a rowan—the Highland protection against witchcraft and enchantment.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 24
Book Category: Magic - Witches - Supernatural [Comments]


I was alive, though. Alive, and with a small feeling of certainty, like a tiny glowing sun beneath my ribs. He was here. I knew it now, though I hadn’t known it when I threw myself between the stones; that had been a leap of faith. But I had cast out my thought of Jamie like a lifeline tossed into a raging torrent—and the line had tightened in my grasp, and pulled me free.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 24
Book Category: In a Different Time [Comments]


The most irritating thing about clichés, I decided, was how frequently they were true.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 24
Book Category: Philosophy [Comments]


"...he was a convicted traitor, after all. Made rather a habit of it, too, it looks like,” he had added critically, looking over the scrawled manuscript of the antitax diatribe. “For the times, this is bloody near sedition.” 

“Yes, that sounds like Jamie,” I had said dryly, but my heart had leapt at the sight of that distinctively untidy scrawl, with its boldly worded sentiments.
---Roger & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 24
Book Category: About Jamie [Comments]


He had passed from the pages of history, and from my life as well, leaving wreck and ruin in his wake. It remained to be seen what might be salvaged now.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 24
Book Category: Characters [Comments]


I opened my hand, and let the bit of plastic film fall surreptitiously to the ground. Wadded up, it rolled a few inches on the cobbles, crinkling and unfolding itself as though alive. The light wind caught it, and the small transparent sheet took sudden wing, scudding over the gray stones like a leaf. The draft of a set of passing wheels sucked it under a drayman’s cart; it winked once with reflected light, and was gone, disappearing without notice from the passersby. I wondered whether my own anachronistic presence would cause as little harm.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 24
Book Category: In a Different Time [Comments]


His eyes rolled up and he slumped to the floor in a shower of papers and oddments that had been sitting on the press—he fell rather gracefully for such a large man, I thought abstractedly.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 24
Book Category: Reunion [Comments]


But we were strangers now, barely touching, each seeking the way toward joining, slowly, tentatively, seeking and giving unspoken permission with our silent lips. My eyes were closed, and I knew without looking that Jamie’s were, as well. We were, quite simply, afraid to look at each other.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 24
Book Category: Reunion [Comments]


“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.”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 24
Book Category: Reunion [Comments]


Do as ye like wi’ your own soul, man, but if it’s come to orgies in the shop, it’s come too far, that’s what I say. I quit!” He placed the package precisely in the center of the counter, spun on his heel and stalked toward the door. Outside, the Town Clock on the Tolbooth began to strike. Geordie turned in the doorway to glare accusingly at us. “And it not even noon yet!” he said. The shop door slammed behind him.
---Geordie in Voyager, Chapter 24
Book Category: Reunion [Comments]


He held the pictures close to his chest, unmoving, wide-eyed and staring as though he had just been transfixed by a crossbow bolt through the heart—as I supposed he had.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 24
Book Category: Reunion [Comments]


He splayed a hand out over the photographs, trembling fingers not quite touching the shiny surfaces, and then he turned and leaned toward me, slowly, with the improbable grace of a tall tree falling. He buried his face in my shoulder and went very quietly and thoroughly to pieces.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 24
Book Category: Reunion [Comments]


I sat still for a moment, looking at him. I had had months to prepare myself for this, and still my knees felt weak and my stomach was clenched in knots. He had been taken completely unawares by my appearance; little wonder if he was reeling a bit under the impact.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 24
Book Category: Reunion [Comments]


“It’s like bicycle riding, I expect,” I said. My head rested peacefully in the curve of his shoulder, my hand idly playing with the red-gold curls that sprang up in thickets across his chest. “Did you know you’ve got lots more hairs on your chest than you used to?” 

“No,” he said drowsily, “I dinna usually count them. Have bye-sickles got lots of hair, then?” 

It caught me by surprise, and I laughed. “No,” I said. “I just meant that we seemed to recall what to do all right.” 

Jamie opened one eye and looked down at me consideringly. “It would take a real daftie to forget that, Sassenach,” he said. “I may be lacking practice, but I havena lost all my faculties yet.”
---Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 25
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


“Well, I speak Chinee about as well as Mr. Willoughby speaks English, but then, he hasna got all that much choice in who he talks to, so he puts up wi’ me.”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 25
Book Category: Uncategorized [Comments]


I had found him, and whatever unknowns life now held, they didn’t seem to matter. I felt reckless and indestructible.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 25
Book Category: Reunion [Comments]


He bent over the barrel, saying something in Scots-accented Chinese. This was one of the odder sounds I had ever heard; rather like the squeaks of a bagpipe tuning up, I thought, vastly entertained by the performance.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 25
Book Category: Uncategorized [Comments]


“But it has been a time, Sassenach, since you and I were one. You’ll have had your life—then—and I have had mine here. You’ll know nothing of what I’ve done, or been. Did ye come now because ye wanted to—or because ye felt ye must?”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 25
Book Category: Reunion [Comments]


“I have burned for you for twenty years, Sassenach,” he said softly. “Do ye not know that?"
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 25
Book Category: Reunion [Comments]


“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?”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 25
Book Category: Reunion [Comments]


“You’ve the devil’s own courage, aye? But then, ye always did.”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 25
Book Category: About Claire [Comments]


“What about you? How do you know what I’m like? You don’t know what I’ve been doing for the last twenty years, either. I might be a horrible person, for all you know!” 

The smile on his lips moved into his eyes, lighting them with humor. “I suppose ye might, at that. But, d’ye know, Sassenach—I dinna think I care?”
---Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 25
Book Category: Reunion [Comments]


“Jesus,” he whispered at last. “Claire…you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” 

“You,” I said with conviction, “are losing your eyesight. It’s probably glaucoma; you’re too young for cataracts.” 

He laughed at that, a little unsteadily, and then I saw that he was in fact blinded—his eyes shone with moisture, even as he smiled. He blinked hard, and held out his hand. “I,” he said, with equal conviction, “ha’ got eyes like a hawk, and always did. Come here to me.”
---Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 25
Book Category: Reunion [Comments]


“And if ye bear the scars of your own battles, Sassenach,” he said softly, “they dinna trouble me, either.”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 25
Book Category: Reunion [Comments]


“Well, it’s no much to see, Sassenach,” he said, with an uncertain laugh. “But whatever it is, it’s yours—if ye want it.”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 25
Book Category: Reunion [Comments]


I couldn’t say it. I saw the need of it on his face, but he couldn’t say it, either; it was both too soon and too late for such words between us. But we had shared another language, and my body still recalled it.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 25
Book Category: Reunion [Comments]


“Well, I’m no a saint, Sassenach,” he said. “But I’m no a pimp, either.” 

“Glad to hear it,” I said. There was a momentary pause, and then I said, “Do you mean to tell me what you are, or shall I go on running down the disreputable possibilities until I come close?”
---Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 25
Book Category: Reunion [Comments]


“Oh, I’m still a traitor,” he assured me. “I just havena been convicted lately.”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 25
Book Category: Deception and treason [Comments]


The body’s memory is different from the mind’s. When I thought, and wondered, and worried, I was clumsy and awkward, fumbling my way. Without the interference of conscious thought, my body knew him, and answered him at once in tune, as though his touch had left me moments before, and not years.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 25
Book Category: Reunion [Comments]


“It has always been forever, for me, Sassenach,” he said simply.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 25
Book Category: Love [Comments]


“Culloden,” he said, the whispered word an evocation of tragedy. Death. Futility. And the terrible parting that had taken me from him.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 25
Book Category: Culloden [Comments]


“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.”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 25
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


"I am thinking that you are verra beautiful, Sassenach," he said softly.

"Maybe if one has a taste for goosefelsh 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."
---Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 26
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


"I havena been afraid for a verra long time, Sassenach," he whispered. "But now I think I am. For there is something to be lost, now."
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 26
Book Category: Fear - Grief - Anguish - Horror [Comments]


“I wish I could have been there to take care of you,” I said softly. “It was the most horrible thing I ever did—leaving you, knowing…that you meant to be killed.” I could hardly bear to speak the word. 

“Well, I tried hard enough,” he said, with a wry grimace that made me laugh, in spite of my emotion. “It wasna my fault I didna succeed.” He glanced dispassionately at the long, thick scar that ran down his thigh. “Not the fault of the Sassenach wi’ the bayonet, either.”
---Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 26
Book Category: Culloden [Comments]


“Aye. I only stood it by imagining what I’d do to Melton if I ever met him again, to get back at him for not shooting me.”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 26
Book Category: Culloden [Comments]


“She said she wasna going to let me die,” he said, with a rueful smile. “And she didn’t. My opinion didna seem to have anything to do wi’ the matter, so she didna bother to ask me.”
...
She said she wasna going to let me die, and she wasna going to have me be a cripple, and she wasna going to have me lie about all the day feelin’ sorry for myself, and—” He shrugged, resigned. “By the time she finished tellin’ me all the things she wouldna let me do, it seemed the only thing left to me was to get well.”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 26
Book Category: Healing and Medicine [Comments]


“I had to do something,” he said, shrugging. “And if the English were fool enough to pay good money for my lousy carcass—well, there’s nay law against takin’ advantage of fools, is there?”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 26
Book Category: Helplessness [Comments]


I’d always thought the descriptions of what people did when seeing ghosts rather exaggerated, but had been forced to revise my opinions in light of the responses I had been getting since my return to the past. Jamie had fainted dead away, and if Ian’s hair was not literally standing on end, he assuredly looked as though he had been scared out of his wits. Eyes bugging out, he opened and closed his mouth, making a small gobbling noise that seemed to entertain Jamie quite a lot.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 26
Book Category: Not Dead After All [Comments]


I felt much like one who has been handed a sealed casket containing a long-lost treasure. I could feel the satisfying weight and the shape of it, and know the great joy of its possession, but still did not know exactly what was contained therein.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 26
Book Category: Reunion [Comments]


He had been fixed in my memory for so long, glowing but static, like an insect frozen in amber. And then had come Roger’s brief historical sightings, like peeks through a keyhole; separate pictures like punctuations, alterations; adjustments of memory, each showing the dragonfly’s wings raised or lowered at a different angle, like the single frames of a motion picture. Now time had begun to run again for us, and the dragonfly was in flight before me, flickering from place to place, so I saw little more yet than the glitter of its wings.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 26
Book Category: Imagery [Comments]


He looked up at me, smiling as tears streamed down his face. He had large white perfect teeth. Suddenly memory stirred and shifted, showing me the outlines of an urchin’s face beneath the man’s bold visage.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 26
Book Category: Reunion [Comments]


“I’ve an arrangement with the Superintending Customs Officer for the district, Sassenach.” 

I gaped at him. “Arrangement?” 

He shrugged. “Well, bribery then, if ye like to be straight out about it.”
---Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 26
Book Category: Deception and treason [Comments]


While I had decided that I was not past wanting to commit passionate acts after all, I was still too old to want to commit them on the bare floorboards.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 27
Book Category: Sex [Comments]


“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.”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 27
Book Category: Reunion [Comments]


“no, a knife is verra much what you are, now I think of it. A clever-worked scabbard, and most gorgeous to see, Sassenach”—he traced the line of my lips with a finger, provoking a smile—“but tempered steel for a core…and a wicked sharp edge, I do think.” 

“Wicked?” I said, surprised. 

“Not heartless, I don’t mean,” he assured me. His eyes rested on my face, intent and curious. A smile touched his lips. “No, never that. But you can be ruthless strong, Sassenach, when the need is on ye.”
---Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 27
Book Category: About Claire [Comments]


“I have wondered,” he said, so low I could scarcely hear him. “Wondered often, if I could call that edge to my service, and sheathe it safe again. For I have seen a great many men grow hard in that calling, and their steel decay to dull iron. And I have wondered often, was I master in my soul, or did I become the slave of my own blade? 

“I have thought again and again,” he went on, looking down at our linked hands…“that I had drawn my blade too often, and spent so long in the service of strife that I wasna fit any longer for human intercourse.”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 27
Book Category: War, Fighting and Violence [Comments]


“And he trusted you.” It wasn’t a question; the only man who had ever trusted Jamie Fraser in error was Charles Stuart—and in that case, the error was Jamie’s.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 27
Book Category: Trust and Respect [Comments]


“The English took my sword and dirk away,” he said softly. His finger touched the slugs that lay in my palm. “But Tom Gage put a weapon into my hands again, and I think I shall not lay it down.”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 27
Book Category: Poetry and Writing [Comments]


"What about you? You look like Malcolm X,” I said, peering at him over Young Ian’s heaving shoulder. 

“I do?” He put a hand to his face, looking startled, then grinned reassuringly. “Nay, I canna say how I look, but I’m no an ex-Malcolm yet; only a wee bit singed round the edges.”
---Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 27
Book Category: In a Different Time [Comments]


“Ye canna thrash someone who’s just had his eyebrows burnt off, Ian,” Jamie protested hoarsely, pouring out a glass of porter from the decanter on the table. “It wouldna be humane.”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 27
Book Category: Uncategorized [Comments]


“Am I to blame for Charles Stuart?” he said. His eyes flashed angrily and he set his teacup down with a thump that sloshed tea and whisky over the polished tabletop. 

“Did I not try all I could to stop the wee fool? Did I not give up everything in that fight—everything, Ian! My land, my freedom, my wife—to try to save us all?” He glanced at me briefly as he spoke, and I caught one very small quick glimpse of just what the last twenty years had cost him.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 27
Book Category: Charles Stewart [Comments]


"What a man most often does, when he's soul-sick wi' killing, is to find a woman, Sassenach," he answered softly.  "His own, if he can; another, if he must.  For she can do what he cannot - and heal him."
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 28
Book Category: Killing [Comments]


“Well, I mean…” Young Ian hesitated, glancing at me, and then hastily away. “I mean, nay doubt you’ll be wanting to…er…mmphm?” A Highlander born, he managed to infuse this last noise with an amazing wealth of implied indelicacy.
---Young Ian in Voyager, Chapter 28
Book Category: Sex [Comments]


“But—but—the lad canna—” he began. 

“Yes, I can,” Young Ian said. “At least, I think I can.” It wasn’t possible for his face to grow any redder, but his ears were crimson with excitement, the traumatic events of the day completely forgotten.
---Jamie & Young Ian in Voyager, Chapter 28
Book Category: Sex [Comments]


“Nay, I’ve ne’er seen the lady. But whatever’s the matter with her,” she added, frowning after the departed Reverend, “I’m sure that livin’ wi’ him doesna improve it any!”
---Louisa the shopkeeper in Voyager, Chapter 29
Book Category: Uncategorized [Comments]


“How long has it been since you’ve been to confession?” 

“I told Father Hayes it was six months.” 

“And was it?” 

“No, but I supposed if he was going to shrive me for thieving, assault, and profane language, he might as well shrive me for lying, too.” 

“What, no fornication or impure thoughts?” 

“Certainly not,” he said austerely. “Ye can think any manner of horrible things without sin, and it’s to do wi’ your wife. It’s only if you’re thinking it about other ladies, it’s impure.” 

“I had no idea I was coming back to save your soul,” I said primly, “but it’s nice to be useful.”
---Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 29
Book Category: Religion [Comments]


“How many decades of the rosary are you supposed to say as penance?” I asked curiously. 

“Eighty-five,” he muttered. The rosiness of his freshly shaved cheeks deepened.
---Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 29
Book Category: Religion [Comments]


The chief entertainment of the ride north to Arbroath was watching the conflict of wills between Jamie and Young Ian. I knew from long experience that stubbornness was one of the major components of a Fraser’s character. Ian seemed not unduly handicapped in that respect, though only half a Fraser; either the Murrays were no slouches with regard to stubbornness, or the Fraser genes were strong ones.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 30
Book Category: Stubbornness [Comments]


Kicking men in the testicles is vastly overrated as a means of defense. That is to say, it does work—and spectacularly well—but it’s a more difficult maneuver to carry out than one might think, particularly when one is wearing heavy skirts. Men are extremely careful of those particular appendages, and thoroughly wary of any attempt on them.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 31
Book Category: War, Fighting and Violence [Comments]


“What do you tell your nieces and nephews about him?” I asked quietly, under the noise of Ian’s snorting. 

“About Charles?” Jamie’s gaze sharpened and focused on me; I had been right, then. His eyes warmed slightly, and the hint of a smile acknowledged the success of my mind-reading, but then both warmth and smile disappeared. “I never speak of him,” he said, just as quietly, and turned away to catch the horses.
---Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 32
Book Category: Charles Stewart [Comments]


He glared at her, then turned to look up at me, with an expression of mingled bewilderment and annoyance. “Why in the name o’ heaven,” he demanded, his voice cracking with strain, “does everyone think bein’ clean will help?”
---Young Ian in Voyager, Chapter 32
Book Category: Uncategorized [Comments]


“Whiskers? You?” he croaked in imitation of his niece, setting us both off again. He shook his head, gulping for air. “Christ, she’s like her mother! That’s just what Jenny said to me, in just that voice, when she caught me shavin’ for the first time. I nearly cut my throat.”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 32
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


There were so many invisible cross-currents of emotion in the room that I had a sudden impulse to stand up and call the meeting to order, just to break the tension.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 32
Book Category: Tension [Comments]


The prodigal was as presentable as soap, water, and razor could make him. His bony jaws were reddened with scraping and the hair on his neck was clotted in wet spikes, most of the dust beaten from his coat, and the round neck of his shirt neatly buttoned to the collarbone. There was little to be done about the singed half of his head, but the other side was neatly combed. He had no stock, and there was a large rip in the leg of his breeks, but all things considered, he looked as well as someone could who expects momentarily to be shot.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 32
Book Category: About Young Ian [Comments]


Young Ian blinked in reflex, and his shoulder blades drew together, then apart, as though he were trying to alter his size, and unsure whether to grow larger or try to be smaller.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 32
Book Category: About Young Ian [Comments]


“Ye’ve said often enough ye care for him as though he were your son.” He tilted his head to one side, and while his expression stayed mild, the brown eyes were implacable. “Well, I’ll tell ye, Jamie—it’s no that easy to be his Da; best ye go and find that out now, aye?”
---Ian in Voyager, Chapter 32
Book Category: About Young Ian [Comments]


It was wrong of me, Ian, to let ye stay in Edinburgh, and it was maybe wrong, too, to tell ye stories and make ye think of running away to start with. I took ye to places I shouldna, and might have put ye in danger, and I’ve caused more of a moil wi’ your parents than maybe ye should be in by yourself. I’m sorry for it, Ian, and I’ll ask ye to forgive me.”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 32
Book Category: Guilt [Comments]


"They were mine," he said softly. "And the having of them kept me alive."
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 33
Book Category: Honor - Courage - Duty - Justice [Comments]


“I could have beaten Young Ian half-senseless—his father has, once or twice—and it would ha’ done nothing but make him more determined to run off, once he got the chance. But he’ll walk through hot coals before he risks havin’ to do something like that again.”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 33
Book Category: About Young Ian [Comments]


“No one’s hunted you for your pelt,” I said softly, “but they’ve hunted you, haven’t they?” 

His shoulder moved slightly, not quite a shrug. “Now and then,” he said. 

“Now?” I asked. 

He breathed slowly for a moment or two before answering. “Aye,” he said. “I think so.”
---Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 33
Book Category: Danger [Comments]


“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!”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 34
Book Category: Reunion [Comments]


“Am I a man? To want you so badly that nothing else matters? To see you, and know I would sacrifice honor or family or life itself to lie wi’ you, even though ye’d left me?”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 34
Book Category: Reunion [Comments]


“No,” he said, much more quietly. “I canna regret that, whatever the cost. I would have given my life, for her and for you. If it took my heart and soul, too…”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 34
Book Category: Sacrifice [Comments]


“Do ye know what it is to live twenty years without a heart? To live half a man, and accustom yourself to living in the bit that’s left, filling in the cracks wi’ what mortar comes handy?”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 34
Book Category: Separation [Comments]


"And having seen ye again—I tell ye, I would ha’ done far worse than lie to keep you!”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 34
Book Category: Reunion [Comments]


We were doing our level best to kill each other, fueled by the rage of years apart—mine for his sending me away, his for my going, mine for Laoghaire, his for Frank.
---Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 34
Book Category: Reunion [Comments]


Jamie stood looking down at her as though he had never seen any creature quite like her, and was making up his mind what she might be.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 34
Book Category: Imagery [Comments]


Love for a child cannot be free; from the first signs of movement in the womb, a devotion springs up as powerful as it is mindless, irresistible as the process of birth itself. But powerful as it is, it is a love always of control; one is in charge, the protector, the watcher, the guardian—there is great passion in it, to be sure, but never abandon. 

Always, always, I had had to balance compassion with wisdom, love with judgment, humanity with ruthlessness. 

Only with Jamie had I given everything I had, risked it all. I had thrown away caution and judgment and wisdom, along with the comforts and constraints of a hard-won career. I had brought him nothing but myself, been nothing but myself with him, given him soul as well as body, let him see me naked, trusted him to see me whole and cherish my frailties—because he once had.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 35
Book Category: Love [Comments]


I was free to love him, with everything I had and was, and be loved with an honesty that matched my own.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 35
Book Category: Love [Comments]


“There was an awful collieshangie, but I couldna hear much. Auntie…I mean Laoghaire—she doesna seem to know how to fight properly, like my Mam and Uncle Jamie. She just weeps and wails a lot. Mam says she snivels,” he added.
---Young Ian in Voyager, Chapter 35
Book Category: About Laoghaire [Comments]


“If you’re lying to me, Ian Murray,” I said, for the dozenth time, “you’ll regret it to the end of your life—which will be short!”
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 35
Book Category: Curses - Insults - Threats [Comments]


Twice now, I had left Jamie, knowing with certainty that I would never see him again. And yet here I was, going back to him like a bloody homing pigeon to its loft.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 35
Book Category: Separation [Comments]


I wasn’t, thank heaven, subject to noticing supernatural phenomena of that sort. No, I thought wryly, it takes something like a crack through time to get your attention.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 36
Book Category: Magic - Witches - Supernatural [Comments]


Jamie had had neither warning nor choice about my reappearance in his life; no time to make decisions or resolve conflicts. And he was not one to abandon his responsibilities, even for the sake of love.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 36
Book Category: Reunion [Comments]


He’d been afraid. So had I; afraid that he wouldn’t choose me, confronted with the struggle between a twenty-year-old love and a present-day family. So I'd run away. 

"Who you jiving, L.J.?" I heard Joe Abernathy's voice say, derisive and affectionate. I had fled toward Craigh na Dun with all the speed and decision of a condemned felon approaching the steps of the gallows. Nothing had slowed my journey but the hope that Jamie would come after me.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 36
Book Category: Reunion [Comments]


I watched the rise and fall of his breath, and the play of light and shadow on the strong, clean lines of his face, and knew that nothing truly mattered between us but the fact that we both still lived. So here I was. Again. And whatever the cost of it might be to him or me, here I stayed.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 36
Book Category: Reunion [Comments]


He unclenched his jaw and tentatively loosened his grip on his left arm. The resultant sensation proving unsatisfactory, he promptly grabbed it again and said several things in French involving the reproductive organs of assorted saints and animals.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 36
Book Category: Curses - Insults - Threats [Comments]


“You brought me through one bad fever, using what I still think was witchcraft. And Jenny got me through the next, wi’ naught but plain stubbornness. I suppose wi’ the both of ye here, ye might just manage it, but I’m no at all sure I want to go through such an ordeal again. I think I’d rather just die and ha’ done with it, if it’s all the same to you.”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 36
Book Category: Healing and Medicine [Comments]


“Your bottom hasn’t changed a bit in twenty years,” I remarked, admiring the muscular curves. 

“Neither has yours,” he replied courteously, “but I’m no insisting you expose it. Are ye suffering a sudden attack of lustfulness?” 

“Not just at present,” I said evenly, swabbing a patch of skin with a cloth soaked in brandy. 

“That’s a verra nice make of brandy,” he said, peering back over his shoulder, “but I’m more accustomed to apply it at the other end.” 

“It’s also the best source of alcohol available. Hold still now, and relax.” I jabbed deftly and pressed the plunger slowly in.
---Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 36
Book Category: Healing and Medicine [Comments]


“I thought ye stuck pins in ill-wish dolls when ye meant to witch someone; not in the people themselves.” 

“It’s not a pin, it’s a hypodermic syringe.” 

“I dinna care what ye call it; it felt like a bloody horseshoe nail. Would ye care to tell me why jabbing pins in my arse is going to help my arm?”
---Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 36
Book Category: Healing and Medicine [Comments]


The rest of the house was quiet, everyone safely in bed, and there was no sound but the hissing of the fire, the sigh of the wind, and the scratch of Ellen's rosebush at the window, insistent as the demands of love.
---Ellen in Voyager, Chapter 37
Book Category: Rosebush [Comments]


“For so many years,” he said, “for so long, I have been so many things, so many different men.” I felt him swallow, and he shifted slightly, the linen of his nightshirt rustling with starch. 

“I was Uncle to Jenny’s children, and Brother to her and Ian. ‘Milord’ to Fergus, and ‘Sir’ to my tenants. ‘Mac Dubh’ to the men of Ardsmuir and ‘MacKenzie’ to the other servants at Helwater. ‘Malcolm the printer,’ then, and ‘Jamie Roy’ at the docks.” The hand stroked my hair, slowly, with a whispering sound like the wind outside. “But here,” he said, so softly I could barely hear him, “here in the dark, with you…I have no name.”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 37
Book Category: Love [Comments]


I could feel the pull of it around me—the house, the family, the place itself. I, who couldn’t remember a childhood home, felt the urge to sit down here and stay forever, enmeshed in the thousand strands of daily life, bound securely to this bit of earth. What would it have meant to him, who had lived all his life in the strength of that bond, endured his exile in the hope of coming back to it, and then arrived to find himself still rootless?
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 37
Book Category: Separation [Comments]


"And then..." he whispered, "then to have it back again, that knowing. To be free in all ye say or do, and know that it is right.” 

“To say ‘I love you,’ and mean it with all your heart,” I said softly to the dark.
---Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 37
Book Category: Love [Comments]


"Has he come armed, then?" she asked anxiously. "Has he brought a pistol or a sword?"

Ian shook his head, his dark hair lifting wildly in the wind. "Oh, no, Mam!" he said. "It's worse. He's brought a lawyer!"
---Young Ian & Jenny in Voyager, Chapter 38
Book Category: Lawyers [Comments]


“The difficulty, milady, is that while a smuggler may be in possession of an income more than sufficient for the support of a wife, smuggling as a sole profession is not likely to appeal to the parents of a respectable young lady.”
---Fergus in Voyager, Chapter 38
Book Category: Smuggling [Comments]


While Fergus was possessed of dark good looks and a dashing manner that might well win a young girl’s heart, he lacked a few of the things that might appeal somewhat more to conservative Scottish parents, such as property, income, a left hand, and a last name.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 38
Book Category: About Fergus [Comments]


She looked him up and down, evidently gauging his ability to defend himself against an incompetent pigsticker, and reluctantly concluding that he might manage, even one-handed.
---Jenny in Voyager, Chapter 38
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


Anything less resembling vengeance incarnate than Hobart MacKenzie could scarcely be imagined.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 38
Book Category: Vengeance [Comments]


“Weel, the lady’s chief desire as stated,” he said circumspectly, “is to see ye castrated and disemboweled in the market square at Broch Mordha, and your head mounted on a stake over her gate.” 

Jamie’s shoulders vibrated briefly, and he winced as the movement jarred his arm. “I see,” he said, his mouth twitching. 

A smile gathered up the wrinkles by Ned’s ancient mouth. “I was obliged to inform Mrs.—that is, the lady—” he amended, with a glance at me and a slight cough, “that her remedies under the law were somewhat more limited than would accommodate her desires.”
---Jamie & Ned Gowan in Voyager, Chapter 38
Book Category: Lawyers [Comments]


“I told her I should go on supporting her and the two lassies! What does she think I am?” 

Ned exchanged a glance with Hobart, who shook his head. “Ye dinna want to know what she thinks ye are,” Hobart assured Jamie. “I wouldna have thought she kent such words, myself.
---Jamie & Hobart MacKenzie in Voyager, Chapter 38
Book Category: Curses - Insults - Threats [Comments]


Jenny and Ian exchanged a long look, one of those in which long-married couples are capable of carrying out complete conversations in the space of a few heartbeats. At last, Jenny tilted her head a bit to one side. Ian smiled and took her hand.
---Jenny & Ian in Voyager, Chapter 38
Book Category: Men and Women [Comments]


'Oh, aye. Ian will do fine. It's only that it's a good deal easier to something that's a bit dangerous than it is to wait and worry while someone else does it.'

'Ha,' I told him. 'So now you know what it's like being married to you.'
---Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 39
Book Category: Waiting [Comments]


I had seen everything with that clarity that attends tragedy; every detail fixed in my mind’s eye, to be shown again and again, always with that half-conscious feeling that this time, I should be able to alter it.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 39
Book Category: Fear - Grief - Anguish - Horror [Comments]


“I don’t know,” he said. “Damn me to hell, I don’t know what to do!” His hands flexed suddenly into fists at his sides. He shut his eyes, breathing heavily. 

I felt even more frightened at this admission. In the brief time I had been back with him, I had grown once more accustomed to having Jamie always know what to do, even in the direst circumstances. This confession seemed more upsetting than anything that had yet happened.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 39
Book Category: Helplessness [Comments]


“Well, but how do legitimate ships tell who each other is, if they haven’t got names painted on?” He glanced at me, one eyebrow raised. “I should know you from another woman,” he pointed out, “and ye havena got your name stitched upon your bosom.” 

“Not so much as a letter ‘A,’” I said, flippantly, but seeing his blank look, added, “You mean ships look different enough—and there are few enough of them—that you can tell one from another just by looking?”
---Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 39
Book Category: In a Different Time [Comments]


“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’s 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. 

“It bloody takes one to know one,” I said, and then we were both quiet for quite some time.
---Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 39
Book Category: Love [Comments]


"I have noticed," she said slowly, "that time does not really exist for mothers, with regard to their children. It does not matter greatly how old the child is - in the blink of an eye, the mother can see the child again as it was when it was born, when it learned to walk, as it was at any age -- at any time, even when the child is fully grown and a parent itself."
---Mother Hildegarde in Voyager, Chapter 40
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


I had not dared to think what life might be like once I had found Jamie, lest I not find him after all. Then I had found him, and in quick succession, had contemplated life as a printer’s wife among the political and literary worlds of Edinburgh, a dangerous and fugitive existence as a smuggler’s lady, and finally, the busy, settled life of a Highland farm, which I had known before and loved. 

Now, in equally quick succession, all these possibilities had been jerked away, and I faced an unknown future once more. 

Oddly enough, I was not so much distressed by this as excited by it. I had been settled for twenty years, rooted as a barnacle by my attachments to Brianna, to Frank, to my patients. Now fate—and my own actions—had ripped me loose from all those things, and I felt as though I were tumbling free in the surf, at the mercy of forces a great deal stronger than myself.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 40
Book Category: Reunion [Comments]


Jamie listened with attention, a slight smile on his lips. While he had no great interest in ancient money himself, he did have a great appreciation for a man with a passion.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 40
Book Category: About Jamie [Comments]


“What is ‘red shield’ in German?” I asked. 

He looked blank for a moment, then his eyes cleared as his brain made the proper connection. “Rothschild, Sassenach,” he said. “Why?” 

“Just a thought,” I said. I looked toward the window, where the clatter of wooden shoes was long since lost in the noises of the street. “I suppose everyone has to start somewhere.”
---Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 40
Book Category: In a Different Time [Comments]


Our eyes met with a perfect understanding. There was more than respect between us now, and room for all our secrets to be known, in good time.
---Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 40
Book Category: Reunion [Comments]


“I hope you won’t think me rude, Mother,” I said hesitantly, “but there is one question I wanted to ask you…” 

“Eighty-three,” she replied promptly. She grinned broadly, showing her long yellow horse’s teeth. “Everyone wants to know,” she said complacently. She looked back over her shoulder toward the tiny graveyard, and lifted one shoulder in a dismissive Gallic shrug. 

“Not yet,” she said confidently. “Le Bon Dieu knows how much work there is still to do.”
---Claire & Mother Hildegarde in Voyager, Chapter 40
Book Category: Practicality - Resourcefulness - Organization [Comments]


Still, all the holystoning in the world could not disguise the fact that thirty-four human beings occupied this limited space, and only one of us bathed.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 41
Book Category: Uncategorized [Comments]


“Not rat,” he said, shaking his head. “Not dragon, too. Tsei-mi born in Year of Ox.” 

“Really?” I said, looking after the broad shoulders and red head, lowered stubbornly against the wind. “How appropriate.”
---Claire & Mr. Willoughby in Voyager, Chapter 41
Book Category: About Jamie [Comments]


"All the names I've called you through the years- my chick, my pumpkin, precious dove, darling, sweetheart, dinky, smudge... I know why the Jews and Muslims have nine hundred names for God; one small word is not enough for love."
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 42
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


“I’ve seen pictures. It’s rocky, and barren, with no life at all—but very beautiful, with cliffs and mountains and craters—you can see the craters from here; the dark spots.” I nodded toward the smiling moon, then smiled at Jamie myself. “It’s not unlike Scotland—except that it isn’t green.”
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 42
Book Category: In a Different Time [Comments]


He thumbed through the pictures slowly, absorbed as he always was by the sight of his daughter’s face, so like his own. I watched him quietly, sharing his silent joy at this promise of our immortality.
---Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 42
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


I had seen Jamie as lover, husband, brother, uncle, laird, and warrior, but never before in his guise as a ferocious Scottish father. He was quite formidable. For the first time, I thought that perhaps it was not altogether a bad thing that he wasn’t able to oversee Bree’s life personally; he would have frightened the living daylights out of any lad bold enough to try to court her.
---Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 42
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


There were things I could explain to Jamie about my own time, but the idea of sexual freedom wasn’t one of them.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 42
Book Category: In a Different Time [Comments]


"Christ, I do want ye!” He drew me closer, pressing my hand in his against his heart. “I want ye so badly that sometimes I think my heart will burst wi’ the joy of having ye,” he added more softly.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 42
Book Category: Love [Comments]


She needn’t take a man out of necessity; she can take one for love.” 

His face began to relax, just slightly. “You took me from need,” he said. “When we wed.” 

“And I came back for love,” I said. “Do you think I needed you any less, only because I could feed myself?”
---Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 42
Book Category: Love [Comments]


Once you’ve chosen a man, don’t try to change him, I wrote, with more confidence. It can’t be done. More important—don’t let him try to change you. He can’t do it either, but men always try.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 42
Book Category: Men and Women [Comments]


“I think she will do verra well,” he whispered. “For no matter what poor gowk has fathered her, no lass has ever had a better mother. Kiss me, Sassenach, for believe me—I wouldna change ye for the world.”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 42
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


There’s the three choices; use each other, go a bit mad, or deal with the matter by yourself, aye?” 

He turned to look out to sea, and bent his head slightly to look down at me, a slight smile visible on his lips. “D’ye think me mad, Sassenach?” 

“Not most of the time,” I replied honestly, turning round beside him. He laughed and shook his head ruefully. 

“No, I dinna seem able to manage it. I now and then wished I could go mad”—he said thoughtfully “—it seemed a great deal easier than having always to think what to do next—but it doesna seem to come natural to me. Nor does buggery,” he added, with a wry twist of his mouth.
---Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 44
Book Category: Uncategorized [Comments]


“Well, maybe not to say understand him,” he admitted. He looked down at the deck between his feet. “But I do remember,” he said softly, “what it’s like to have nothing but your pride—and a friend.”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 44
Book Category: Friends [Comments]


“I thought much of women; their grace and beauty, blooming like lotus flowers, floating like milkweed on the wind. And the myriad sounds of them, sometimes like the chatter of ricebirds, or the song of nightingales; sometimes the cawing of crows,” he added with a smile that creased his eyes to slits and brought his hearers to laughter, “but even then I loved them."
---Mr. Willoughby in Voyager, Chapter 45
Book Category: Men and Women [Comments]


“It was in a way a most appropriate farewell for a poet,” he said. “Fleeing nameless, to the sound of great applause. As I passed the soldiers’ garrison at the city gate, I looked back, to see the many roofs of the Palace outlined by bursting flowers of red and gold. It looked like a magic garden—and a forbidden one, for me.”
---Mr. Willoughby in Voyager, Chapter 45
Book Category: Poetry and Writing [Comments]


"I dinna like ye, and I reckon ye ken that, but Da says you're a wisewoman, and I think you're maybe an honest woman, even if you are a whore, so you'll maybe tell me."
---Marsali in Voyager, Chapter 46
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


“I never did think a lot of St. Paul,” I observed, and she looked up, startled. 

“But he’s in the Bible!” she said, shocked. 

“So are a lot of other things,” I said dryly. 

“Heard that story about Gideon and his daughter, have you? Or the fellow who sent his lady out to be raped to death by a crowd of ruffians, so they wouldn’t get him? God’s chosen men, just like Paul. But go on, do.”
---Claire & Marsali in Voyager, Chapter 46
Book Category: Religion [Comments]


I started to protest that the Scottish smugglers were not his men, had no claim on his loyalty, and then stopped, realizing that it was useless. The Scots might not be his tenants or his kin, and one of them might well be a traitor. But he had brought them here, and if they went, he would go with them.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 46
Book Category: Honor - Courage - Duty - Justice [Comments]


A feeling of excitement began to grow in me; the feeling of a diagnosis just under my hands, and the sure knowledge of how to proceed with it. The call of trumpets to a warhorse, I thought with wry amusement.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 46
Book Category: Healing and Medicine [Comments]


“Look,” I said, groping for words. “I’m a doctor. They’re sick, and I can do something about it. I…it’s…well, I have to, that’s all!”
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 46
Book Category: Healing and Medicine [Comments]


“Is that how it’s done, then, in the company of physicians?” he asked. “Ye hold yourself bound to help whoever calls for it, even an enemy?” 

“It doesn’t make a great difference, you know, if they’re ill or hurt.” I looked up, searching his face for understanding. 

“Aye, well,” he said slowly. “I’ve taken an oath now and then, myself—and none of them lightly.” He reached out and took my right hand, his fingers resting on my silver ring. “Some weigh heavier than others, though,” he said, watching my face in turn. 

He was very close to me, the sun from the hatchway overhead striping the linen of his sleeve, the skin of his hand a deep ruddy bronze where it cradled my own white fingers, and the glinting silver of my wedding ring. “It does,” I said softly, speaking to his thought. “You know it does.”
---Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 46
Book Category: Oaths [Comments]


I knew, as he didn’t, what lay ahead—hours and days and possibly weeks of labor and exhaustion, when the senses would blur, and only bodily habit and blind instinct—and the leadership of a tireless chief—would keep those caring for the sick on their feet. I was far from tireless, but the illusion would have to be kept up.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 46
Book Category: Healing and Medicine [Comments]


"I'm not a lady, Elias," she said tiredly, "I'm a Doctor"
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 47
Book Category: Healing and Medicine [Comments]


I felt more like a sheepdog than a doctor—snapping and growling at their heels, and hoarse now with the effort.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 47
Book Category: Healing and Medicine [Comments]


“Not that being on a bloody floating hellhole like this isn’t likely to brain-damage anyone,” I remarked bitterly to a tern who alighted on the rail nearby. “As if it isn’t enough, trying to save half the miserable lot from typhoid, now the other half is trying to kill themselves with my alcohol! Damn the bloody lot of them!”
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 47
Book Category: Healing and Medicine [Comments]


My eyes flicked over the tabletop, seeking inspiration. And found it. With a mental apology to the shade of Aesculapius the physician, I picked up the late surgeon’s bone-saw, a wicked thing some eighteen inches long, a rust-flecked steel. I looked at this thoughtfully, turned, and laid the toothed edge of the instrument gently against the injured leg, just above the knee. I smiled charmingly into the seaman’s terrified single eye.

“Mr. Tompkins,” I said, “let us talk frankly.”
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 47
Book Category: Healing and Medicine [Comments]


" 'What it comes to, I think, is the knowledge that you are not God.' He paused, then added, softly, 'And the very real regret that you cannot be.' "
---Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 48
Book Category: Healing and Medicine [Comments]


To fight disease without medicine is to push against a shadow; a darkness that spreads as inexorably as night.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 48
Book Category: Healing and Medicine [Comments]


It had happened many times before, but it always took me by surprise. Always in the midst of great stress, wading waist-deep in trouble and sorrow, as doctors do, I would glance out a window, open a door, look into a face, and there it would be, unexpected and unmistakable. A moment of peace. 

The light spread from the sky to the ship, and the great horizon was no longer a blank threat of emptiness, but the habitation of joy. For a moment, I lived in the center of the sun, warmed and cleansed, and the smell and sight of sickness fell away; the bitterness lifted from my heart. 

I never looked for it, gave it no name; yet I knew it always, when the gift of peace came. I stood quite still for the moment that it lasted, thinking it strange and not strange that grace should find me here, too. 

Then the light shifted slightly and the moment passed, leaving me as it always did, with the lasting echo of its presence. In a reflex of acknowledgment, I crossed myself and went below, my tarnished armor faintly gleaming.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 48
Book Category: Moment of Peace [Comments]


Any doctor hates to lose a patient. Death is the enemy, and to lose someone in your care to the clutch of the dark angel is to be vanquished yourself, to feel the rage of betrayal and impotence, beyond the common, human grief of loss and the horror of death’s finality.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 48
Book Category: Death [Comments]


He bent his head, delicately preening his sleek black feathers, as though to contrast his immaculate appearance with my own dishevelment. 

“Well, la-di-dah,” I said sarcastically. “You’ve got wings, mate.” 

The bird stopped preening and eyed me censoriously. Then he lifted his beak into the air, puffed his chest, and as though to further establish his sartorial superiority, suddenly inflated a large pouch of brilliant red skin that ran from the base of his neck halfway down his body.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 50
Book Category: Animals [Comments]


“Either I’m hallucinating,” I told it conversationally, “or you are.” 

The fish didn’t answer, but hopped suddenly, landing on a branch several inches above the ground.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 50
Book Category: Animals [Comments]


As I did so, several of the odd little fish hopped up onto the bank beside me, goggling as though in curiosity. “Well, I think you look rather peculiar, too,” I told one. 

“Are you English?” said the fish incredulously. The impression of Alice in Wonderland was so pronounced that I merely blinked stupidly at it for a moment. Then my head snapped up, and I stared into the face of the man who had spoken.
---Claire & Lawrence Stern in Voyager, Chapter 50
Book Category: Animals [Comments]


Ermenegilda was gone, but the room still seemed inhabited. I touched a sleeve of peacock blue in farewell and tiptoed away, leaving the dresses to their dreams.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 50
Book Category: Imagery [Comments]


Was this the cable tier, the aft cargo hatch, the forward stinking God knew what? Christ, he hated boats!
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 51
Book Category: Seasickness and Boats [Comments]


He felt a welling of hope that was as refreshing to his heart as the water had been to his parched throat. Claire was stubborn, reckless, and had a great deal more courage than was safe for a woman, but she was by no means such a fool as to fall off a man-of-war by accident.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 51
Book Category: About Claire [Comments]


The fact that he was barefoot, penniless, and a fugitive from the Royal Navy seemed of no consequence. He had his wits and his hands, and with dry land once more beneath his feet, all things seemed possible.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 51
Book Category: Purpose [Comments]


He grabbed me by both arms, and kissed me briefly but thoroughly. “I forgot. I love you,” he said, giving me another shake for emphasis. “And I’m glad you’re no dead. Dinna do that again!” Letting go, he crashed back into the brush and disappeared.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 52
Book Category: Love [Comments]


“Mr. Fraser will do,” Jamie assured him, taking the tray with bowl and razor in one hand. “A less seaworthy captain doesna bear thinking of.” He paused, listening to the thump of feet above our heads.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 52
Book Category: Seasickness and Boats [Comments]


"I thought it all out, just what I would do, did I have ye naked and willing, no one in hearing, and room enough to serve ye suitably.”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 52
Book Category: Sex [Comments]


“And then,” he said, interrupting, “since ye will, according to the plan, be naked, and—provided I’ve done it right so far—possibly willing as well—” 

“Oh, just possibly,” I said. My lips were still tingling from step one. 

“—then I shall spread open your thighs, take down my breeks, and—” He paused, waiting. 

“And?” I said, obligingly. 

The grin widened substantially. “And we’ll see what sort of noise it is ye don’t make then, Sassenach.”
---Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 52
Book Category: Sex [Comments]


“Ermenegilda?” he said. “Arabella? Gowns?” He narrowed his eyes at me. “What sort of priest is this man, Sassenach?” 

I paused in the doorway, Marsali hovering impatiently in the passage beyond. 

“Well,” I said, “he drinks a bit. And he’s rather fond of sheep. But he might remember the words to the wedding ceremony.”
---Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 52
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


“Name,” he said abruptly. “I have to have a name. Can’t get married without a name. Just like a cock. Can’t get married without a name; can’t get married without a c—”
---Father Fogden in Voyager, Chapter 52
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


“Fergus Claudel Fraser,” he said, slowly and clearly. One eyebrow lifted as he looked at Fergus.

Fergus himself looked transfixed. His mouth hung open, eyes wide black pools in the dim light. Then he nodded slightly, and a glow rose in his face, as though he contained a candle that had just been lit. 

“Fraser,” he said to the priest. His voice was husky, and he cleared his throat. “Fergus Claudel Fraser.”
---Jamie & Fergus in Voyager, Chapter 52
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


So she had done it. One fifteen-year-old girl, with nothing but stubbornness as a weapon. “I want him,” she had said. And kept saying it, through her mother’s objections and Jamie’s arguments, through Fergus’s scruples and her own fears, through three thousand miles of homesickness, hardship, ocean storm, and shipwreck. 

She raised her face, shining, and found her mirror in Fergus’s eyes. I saw them look at each other, and felt the tears prickle behind my lids.

“I want him.” I had not said that to Jamie at our marriage; I had not wanted him, then. But I had said it since, three times; in two moments of choice at Craigh na Dun, and once again at Lallybroch. 

“I want him.” I wanted him still, and nothing whatever could stand between us.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 52
Book Category: Love [Comments]


“You know,” I said, “I really would like to read the letter Marsali’s sending to her mother. First Fergus, I mean, then Father Fogden and Mamacita, and now a dowry of ten tons of bat shit.”
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 53
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


Some small thing inside me suddenly snapped; I heard it, distinctly. Outraged by the market, the branding, the nakedness, the crude talk and casual indignity, outraged most of all by my own presence here, I could not even think what I was doing, but began to do it, all the same. I felt very oddly detached, as though I stood outside myself, watching.
...
Somewhere deep inside, I knew it would make no difference, would not help in any way, would do nothing but harm. And yet I could not stand here, consenting by silence. It was not for the branded girls, the man on the block, not for any of them that I did it; it was for myself.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 53
Book Category: Choices [Comments]


With his usual presence of mind, he had done the only thing that would quell the riot and prevent harm. He had bought the one-armed man. And as the ironic result of my little outburst of sensibilities, I was now the appalled owner of a genuine male Guinea slave, one-armed, but in glowing health and of guaranteed virility.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 53
Book Category: Fear - Grief - Anguish - Horror [Comments]


He shoved his face into the berth and glared at me. Sufficiently impressive when clean-shaven and unhurt, he was considerably more ferocious when viewed, stubbled, bloodstained, and angry, at a distance of six inches. I promptly shut my eyes again.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 54
Book Category: About Jamie [Comments]


“Damn ye, woman! Will ye never do as you’re told?” 

“Probably not,” I said meekly. 

He turned a black scowl on me, but I could see the corner of his mouth twitching under the copper stubble.
---Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 54
Book Category: Men and Women [Comments]


I was no stranger to horrible wounds, and this one—technically speaking—was not all that bad. On the other hand, it was my own personal flesh involved here, and I was not disposed to be technical.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 54
Book Category: Healing and Medicine [Comments]


I believe it was bloody old Ernest Hemingway who said you’re supposed to pass out from pain, but unfortunately you never do. All I can say in response to that is that either Ernest had a fine distinction for states of consciousness, or else no one ever poured brandy on several cubic inches of his raw flesh.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 54
Book Category: Healing and Medicine [Comments]


“I could see ye didn’t. That’s what frightened me. Ye never feel a fatal wound, Sassenach,” he said softly. 

I laughed shortly, but cut it off as the movement jarred my arm. “And how do you know that?” I asked, fumbling left-handed to pour water into a cup. “Not the sort of thing you’d learn firsthand, I mean.” 

“Murtagh told me.”
---Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 54
Book Category: Culloden [Comments]


“I went to Culloden meaning to die,” he said, his voice scarcely more than a whisper. “Not the rest of them. I should have been happy to stop a musket ball at once, and yet I cut my way across the field and halfway back, while men on either side o’ me were blown to bloody bits.” He stood up, then, looking down at me. 

“Why?” he said. “Why, Claire? Why am I alive, and they are not?”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 54
Book Category: Culloden [Comments]


“It’s a verra old feeling, I think; the wish to take an enemy with ye to the grave. I could feel it there, a hot red thing in my chest and belly, and…I gave myself to it,” he ended simply.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 54
Book Category: War, Fighting and Violence [Comments]


“Too many folk have died, Sassenach, because they knew me—or suffered for the knowing. I would give my own body to save ye a moment’s pain—and yet I could wish to close my hand just now, that I might hear ye cry out and know for sure that I havena killed you, too.”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 54
Book Category: Death [Comments]


“Ye know, I seldom wanted to go home to Laoghaire,” he said contemplatively. “And yet, at least when I did, I’d find her where I’d left her.” 

I turned my head to the side, where his soft breathing came from the darkened floor. “Oh? And is that the kind of wife you want? The sort who stays put?”
---Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 54
Book Category: Men and Women [Comments]


"Like me?" He said.  "White boys, English? Or Scots, d'ye mean?"

Ishmael shook his head in incomprehension; "Scot" was not in his vocabulary.

"Talkin' like dogs fightin'," he explained. "Grrrr!  Wuff!  He growled,  shaking his head in illustration like a dog worrying a rat, and I saw Fergus's shoulders shake in suppressed hilarity.

"Scots for sure," I said, trying not to laugh.
---Jamie & Ishmael in Voyager, Chapter 55
Book Category: Scots [Comments]


“It’s not fractured,” I assured him. “You have the thickest skull I’ve ever seen.” Moved by an instinct as old as motherhood, I leaned forward and kissed the bump gently. He lifted his head, eyes wide with surprise.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 55
Book Category: Healing and Medicine [Comments]


The prisoner eyed Jamie for a moment, then broke out in a low, rich laugh. “You no particular fool, mon,” he said. “You know that?” 

“I know that,” Jamie said dryly. “So long as ye know it as well. Tell me, then.”
---Jamie & Ishmael in Voyager, Chapter 55
Book Category: About Jamie [Comments]


"They do say abstinence makes the heart grow firmer, no?"

"Absence" I said, dodging the spoon for a moment. "And fonder. If anything's grower firmer from abstinence it wouldn't be his heart."
---Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 56
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


"Well, I'm still not drunk."  I straightened up against the pillows as best I could "You told me once that if you could still stand up, you weren't
drunk."

"You aren't standing up," he pointed out.

"You are.  And I could if I wanted to. Stop trying to change the subject. We were talking about your firmness."

"Well, ye can just stop talking about it, because --"  He broke off with a small yelp, as I made a fortunate grab with my left hand.

"Clumsy, am I?" I said, with considerable satisfaction.  "Oh, my.  Heavens, you do have a problem don't you?"
---Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 56
Book Category: Sex [Comments]


“It is easier to kill someone to save your own life than it is to hurt someone to save theirs. Ye’re a deal braver than I am, and I dinna mind your saying so.” 

I opened my eyes and looked at him. “The hell you don’t.” 

He stared down at me, blue eyes narrowed. The corner of his mouth turned up. “The hell I don’t,” he agreed. 

I laughed, but it hurt my arm. “I’m not, and you aren’t, and I didn’t mean it that way, anyway,” I said, and closed my eyes again.
---Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 56
Book Category: Healing and Medicine [Comments]


“If I thought there was a choice…then I maybe couldna do it. Ye dinna need to be so brave about things if ye ken ye canna help it, aye?” He looked at me then, with a faint smile. “Like a woman in childbirth, aye? Ye must do it, and it makes no difference if you’re afraid—ye’ll do it. It’s only when ye ken ye can say no that it takes courage.”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 56
Book Category: Courage [Comments]


“But the Colonies…” He took the peeled orange in one hand, and began to toss it lightly, a few inches in the air. “It’s verra primitive, Sassenach,” he said. “A wilderness, aye? I shouldna like to take ye into danger.” 

That made me laugh, and he glanced sharply at me, then, catching my thought, relaxed into a half-rueful smile. 

“Aye, well, I suppose draggin’ ye off to sea and letting ye be kidnapped and locked up in a plague ship is dangerous enough. But at least I havena let ye be eaten by cannibals, yet.”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 56
Book Category: Danger [Comments]


Believe me, Sassenach, once I’ve got Ian safely back, I shall never set foot on a filthy, godforsaken floating plank in my life again—except to go home to Scotland, when it’s safe,” he added, as an afterthought.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 56
Book Category: Seasickness and Boats [Comments]


He was wearing the loose petticoat breeches the sailors wore, in which he could easily have concealed three or four dead mullet, let alone a fugitive firmness.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 56
Book Category: About Jamie [Comments]


'He was the Governor of Ardsmuir prison,' he replied, surprising me after all. His eyes were still fixed on the Porpoise, narrowed in speculation.

'And he's a friend of yours?' I shook my head. 

'I'll never understand men.'

He turned and smiled at me, taking his attention at last from the English ship. 'Well, friends are where ye find them, Sassenach,' he said.
---Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 57
Book Category: Friends [Comments]


I was no more than mildly surprised. Jamie’s friends had once included the French minister of finance and Charles Stuart, as well as Scottish beggars and French pickpockets. I supposed it was not remarkable that he should now count English aristocrats among his acquaintance, as well as Highland smugglers and Irish seacooks.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 57
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


“We haven’t had room or time to make love properly in months,” I told him. “So we’re taking our time about it now, right?” 

“Ye take me at something of a disadvantage, Sassenach,” he murmured into my hair. He squirmed under me, pressing upward urgently. “Ye dinna think we could take our time next time?” 

“No, we couldn’t,” I said firmly. “Now. Slow. Don’t move.”
---Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 57
Book Category: Sex [Comments]


He was staring at Jamie, and on his face was a look of such naked hunger that the blood rushed to my own cheeks when I saw it.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 58
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


Grey had fast reflexes, I would say that for him; he sounded perfectly self-possessed, as though he were quite used to being found in custody of unconscious females.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 58
Book Category: About Lord John [Comments]


"Do you know," he said again, softly, addressing his hands, "what it is to love someone, and never- never!-be able to give them peace, or joy, or happiness."

He looked up then, eyes filled with pain. "To know that you cannot give them happiness, not through any fault of yours or theirs, but only because you were not born the right person for them?"
---Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 59
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


Grey was not sure at this point whether to laugh or cry. Instead, he reached a hand up and gently touched Jamie's cheek, fading now to its normal pale bronze. More quietly, he said, 'Besides, you cannot give me what you do not have.

Grey felt, rather than saw, the slight relaxation of tension in the tall body facing him.

'You shall have my friendship,' Jamie said softly, 'if that has any value to ye.'

'A very great value indeed.'
---Jamie & Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 59
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


I waved it away, and took a sip of brandy. “Yes, he mentioned you. He said you had been the Governor of the prison at Ardsmuir, and that you were a friend—and that he could trust you,” I added reluctantly. Possibly Jamie felt he could trust Lord John Grey, but I was not so sanguine. 

The smile this time was not quite so brief. “I am glad to hear that,” Grey said softly.
---Claire & Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 59
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


“I suspect that my mother-in-law knows, but of course she would never breathe a word.” 

“She wouldn’t?” 

He stared at me over the rim of his cup. “No, would you? If it were a choice of your only grandchild being either the ninth Earl of Ellesmere, and heir to one of the wealthiest estates in England, or the penniless bastard of a Scottish criminal?”
---Claire & Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 59
Book Category: About William [Comments]


“I came this afternoon to give you some news of my own; I am to be married.” 

“Married?” The shock was plain on Fraser’s face. “To a woman?” 

“I think there are not many alternatives,” Grey replied dryly. 

“But yes, since you ask, to a woman. To the Lady Isobel.”
---Jamie & Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 59
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


“Ye dinna want me, then?” 

Grey got to his feet, dusting the seat of his breeches. “I shall probably want you to the day I die,” he said matter-of-factly. “But tempted as I am—” He shook his head, brushing wet grass from his hands. 

“Do you really think that I would demand—or accept—any payment for such a service?” he asked. “Really, I should feel my honor most grossly insulted by that offer, save that I know the depth of feeling which prompted it.” 

“Aye, well,” Jamie muttered. “I didna mean to insult ye.”
---Jamie & Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 59
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


I had told Frank—Leave me. But he could not, no more than I could love him rightly, having found my match elsewhere.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 59
Book Category: Frank and Claire [Comments]


“I have been more fortunate than most, I suppose,” he said quietly. “There was the one thing he would take from me.” His expression softened as he looked down into the face of the boy in the palm of his hand. “And he has given me something most precious in return.” 

Without thinking, my hand spread out across my belly. Jamie had given me that same precious gift—and at the same great cost to himself.
---Claire & Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 59
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


“He’s spoilt and stubborn,” he said softly. “Ill-mannered. Loud. Wi’ a wicked temper.” He swallowed. “And braw and bonny and canty and strong,” he said, so softly I could barely hear him. 

“And yours,” I said. His hand tightened on mine, holding it against the soft stubble of his cheek. 

“And mine,” he said.
---Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 59
Book Category: About William [Comments]


“Geneva—Willie’s mother—she wanted my body,” he said softly, watching the gecko’s pulsing sides. “Laoghaire needed my name, and the work of my hands to keep her and her bairns.” He turned his head then, dark blue eyes fixed on mine. “John—well.” He lifted his shoulders and let them drop. “I couldna give him what he wanted—and he is friend enough not to ask it. 

“But how shall I tell ye all these things,” he said, the line of his mouth twisting. “And then say to you—it is only you I have ever loved? How should you believe me?”
---Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 59
Book Category: Love [Comments]


“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.”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 59
Book Category: Love [Comments]


"I trust you won't take this the wrong way," I said, sinking slowly back onto the wicker sofa, "but why aren't you dead?"
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 60
Book Category: Not Dead After All [Comments]


And yet there was nothing we could do. If the little Chinese was innocent, we could not save him; if he was guilty, we could not give him up. The best we might hope for was that he would not be found.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 60
Book Category: Helplessness [Comments]


And wretched as childbirth is, it’s better than being burnt at the stake.” 

“I’d suppose so,” I said, “though not having tried the latter, I couldn’t say for sure.”
---Claire & Geillis in Voyager, Chapter 60
Book Category: Uncategorized [Comments]


“Well, legends are many-legged beasties, aye? But they generally have at least one foot on the truth.”
---Geillis Duncan in Voyager, Chapter 60
Book Category: Magic - Witches - Supernatural [Comments]


The leaves of the trees all round us were fluttering like tethered butterflies, as the edge of the storm rose toward us up the slope of the mountain.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 60
Book Category: Imagery [Comments]


There was no room to move away; Jamie took off his coat and wrapped it around me, then put his arm around me to wait out the storm. In spite of the terrible racket outside, I felt suddenly safe, and peaceful, relieved of the strain of the last few hours, the last few days.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 60
Book Category: Protection [Comments]


“You know, Geilie showed me a special stone, a black diamond called an adamant,” I said. “She said it’s a stone the alchemists used; it gives a knowledge of the joy in all things. I think there might be one under this spot.”
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 60
Book Category: Joy and Happiness [Comments]


“What the devil—or perhaps I shouldna use that particular expression, wi’ respect to Mistress Duncan.” 

“Perhaps he’s come to exorcise her,” I suggested, with a nervous laugh. “He’s his work cut out for him, if so.”
---Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 60
Book Category: Magic - Witches - Supernatural [Comments]


“Aye, ye can come!” he said, rather testily. “Only do me the one wee favor, Sassenach. Try verra hard not to be killed or cut to pieces, aye? It’s hard on a man’s sensibilities.” 

“I’ll try,” I said, circumspectly.
---Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 60
Book Category: Uncategorized [Comments]


“A bit smitten, were ye, Lawrence?” 

Lawrence’s voice echoed Jamie’s smile. “There is a sort of carnivorous fly I have observed, friend James. The male fly, choosing a female to court, takes pains to bring her a bit of meat or other prey, tidily wrapped in a small silk package. While the female is engaged in unwrapping her tidbit, he leaps upon her, performs his copulatory duties, and hastens away. For if she should finish her meal before he has finished his own activities, or should he be so careless as not to bring her a tasty present—she eats him.” There was a soft laugh in the darkness. “No, it was an interesting experience, but I think I shall not call upon Mrs. Abernathy again.”
---Jamie & Lawrence Stern in Voyager, Chapter 61
Book Category: Men and Women [Comments]


I had never held anyone at gunpoint before; the sensation was quite oddly intoxicating, in spite of the way the pistol’s barrel wavered. At the same time, I had no real idea what to do.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 61
Book Category: War, Fighting and Violence [Comments]


“When I wake on dock, I am thinking ghosts have come, are all around me,” Yi Tien Cho said softly. His eyes were dark and flat, with no depth to them. “But I am wrong. It is me; I am the ghost.”
---Mr. Willoughby in Voyager, Chapter 61
Book Category: Isolation and Solitude [Comments]


'Is that right?' he said at last. 'Let you be taken, watch them hang you, and keep quiet about it- for fear of smirching my reputation? For God's sake, Jamie, what do you take me for?'

Jamie's mouth twitched slightly. 'For a friend, John,' he said. 'And if I'll take your friendship- and your damned boat!- then you'll take mine, and keep quiet. Aye?'

The governor glared at him for a moment, lips pressed tight, but then his shoulders sagged in defeat. 'I will,' he said shortly. 'But I should regard it as a great personal favor if you would endeavor not to be captured'
---Jamie & Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 62
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


"Between fear of the Maroons and fear of the Chinaman, the whole island is in such a panic that a mere smuggler is the most negligible of trivialities.” 

“It’s a great relief to me to be thought trivial,” Jamie said, very dryly.
---Jamie & Lord John in Voyager, Chapter 62
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


“Well, I say it is the place of science only to observe,” he said. “To seek cause where it may be found, but to realize that there are many things in the world for which no cause shall be found; not because it does not exist, but because we know too little to find it. It is not the place of science to insist on explanation—but only to observe, in hopes that the explanation will manifest itself.”
---Lawrence Stern in Voyager, Chapter 62
Book Category: Science [Comments]


“As a scientist who is also a Jew, I have perhaps a different perspective on such phenomena as stigmata—and the idea of resurrection of the dead, which a very great proportion of the civilized world accepts as fact beyond question. And yet, this skeptical view is not one I could even breathe, to anyone save yourself, without grave danger of personal harm.”
---Lawrence Stern in Voyager, Chapter 62
Book Category: Science [Comments]


“Faith is as powerful a force as science,” he concluded, voice soft in the darkness, “—but far more dangerous.”
---Lawrence Stern in Voyager, Chapter 62
Book Category: Science [Comments]


Reflections of the fire burned red in the pupils of her eyes. The red thing, Jamie had called it. I gave myself to it, he had said. 

I didn’t need to give myself; it had taken me. 

There was no fear, no rage, no doubt. Only the stroke of the swinging ax.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 62
Book Category: War, Fighting and Violence [Comments]


“I knew ye’d come, Uncle Jamie,” he said, with a tremulous smile, “but ye left it a bit late, aye?” The smile widened, then broke, and he began to tremble. He blinked hard, fighting back tears. 

“I did then, and I’m sorry, Ian. Come here, a bhalaich.” Jamie reached out and took him in a close embrace, patting his back and murmuring to him in Gaelic.
---Jamie & Young Ian in Voyager, Chapter 62
Book Category: Rescue [Comments]


“Well, what it comes to, Ian, is that your cock hasna got a conscience, and you have.” His hand left my shoulder as he turned toward his nephew. “Dinna trouble yourself, Ian,” he said.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 62
Book Category: About Young Ian [Comments]


"And it would be foolish to hate a man for not giving ye something he hasna got in the first place.” He opened his eyes then, with a faint smile, and I knew he was thinking of John Grey.
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 62
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


“Ow. Syphilis? Ye think so?” 

“I shouldn’t be a bit surprised. Pronounced dementia is one of the symptoms of the advanced disease—though I must say it would be hard to tell in her case.
---Jamie & Claire in Voyager, Chapter 62
Book Category: Depression and Sanity [Comments]


“Aye? And here I thought ye’d settled for sure on a sailor’s life, Mac Dubh; ye’re sae canty on deck. Why, ye havena puked once in the last twa days!” 

“That’s because I havena eaten anything in the last twa days,” Jamie said wryly. “I dinna much care if the island we find first is English, French, Spanish, or Dutch, but I should be obliged if ye’d find one with food, Duncan.”
---Jamie & Duncan in Voyager, Chapter 63
Book Category: Seasickness and Boats [Comments]


“Damn you, Sassenach!” his voice said, from a very great distance. His voice was choked with passion. “Damn you! I swear if ye die on me, I’ll kill you!”
---Jamie in Voyager, Chapter 63
Book Category: Fear - Grief - Anguish - Horror [Comments]


“America,” I said softly. “The New World.” The pulse beneath my fingers had quickened, echoing my own. A new world. Refuge. Freedom.
---Claire in Voyager, Chapter 63
Book Category: Freedom [Comments]