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Quotes: Drums of Autumn (283 quotes)

Still less could I be afraid of those ghosts who touch my thoughts in passing. Any library is filled with them. I can take a book from dusty shelves, and be haunted by the thoughts of one long dead, still lively as ever in their winding sheet of words.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Prologue
Book Category: Imagery [Comments]


By blood and by choice, we make our ghosts; we haunt ourselves.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Prologue
Book Category: Philosophy [Comments]


"The breeches, which were borrowed, were substantially too tight, and did nothing whatever to detract from the general effect- an effect enhanced by the fact that he himself was totally ignorant of it. 'You're a walking inducement to harlots,' I said. 'Stick by me; I'll protect you.' "
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 1
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


If Hayes was still sober enough to see anything, the last thing he saw on earth would be the face of a friend.
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 1
Book Category: Death [Comments]


“It’s not that I dinna want ye, Ian. You know I should like nothing better than to keep ye with me. But what in hell will your mother say?” 

The glow returned to Ian’s face. “I dinna ken, Uncle,” he said, “but she’ll be saying it in Scotland, won’t she? And we’re here.”
---Jamie & Young Ian in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 1
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


He put his arms around Rollo and hugged him. The wolf seemed mildly taken aback by the gesture, but after a moment, put out a long pink tongue and daintily licked Ian’s ear. Testing him for flavor, I thought cynically.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 1
Book Category: Animals [Comments]


I mislike the thought of staying ower-long among strangers. And your kinsman would see we were not cheated nor robbed. Here—” He lifted one shoulder in eloquent indication of the un-Scottish—and thus patently dishonest—persons surrounding us.
---Duncan Innes in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 1
Book Category: Scots [Comments]


“I lived wi’ Gavin Hayes nearly as long as I’ve lived with you, Sassenach—and in much closer quarters. I kent him well.”
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 1
Book Category: Friends [Comments]


I hadn’t expected it, but I recognized it, all right. A sudden surge of lust was a common, if peculiar, response to the presence of death. Soldiers feel it in the lull after battle; so do healers who deal in blood and struggle. Perhaps Ian had been more right than I thought about the ghoulishness of doctors.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 2
Book Category: Healing and Medicine [Comments]


“I once lived through such a night, knowing I would hang, come morning. And yet I lived, through the grace of one who risked much to save me.”
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 2
Book Category: Death [Comments]


It means ‘half-ghost,’ one who should have died by right, but yet remains on the earth; a woman who survives a mortal illness, a man fallen into his enemies’ hands who escapes. They say an asgina ageli has one foot on the earth and the other in the spirit world. He can talk to the spirits, and see the Nunnahee—the Little People.”
---Stephen Bonnet in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 2
Book Category: Magic - Witches - Supernatural [Comments]


“The Crown doesna always pick the wrong man to hang, Sassenach,” he said. “More often than not, the man on the end of a rope deserves to be there. And I shouldna like to think I’ve helped a villain to go free.”
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 2
Book Category: Honor - Courage - Duty - Justice [Comments]


“I could know ye all my life, I think, and always love you. And often as I’ve lain wi’ you, ye still surprise me mightily sometimes, like ye did tonight.”
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 2
Book Category: Love [Comments]


“You can—finish? Without a man, I mean?” 

That made me laugh out loud, and soft reverberations sounded from the trees around us, echoed by the stream. “Yes, but it’s much nicer with a man,” I assured him.
---Jamie & Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 2
Book Category: Sex [Comments]


“I feel like Eve,” I said softly, watching the moon set behind him, over the dark of the forest. “Just on the edge of the Garden of Eden.” 

There was a small snort of laughter from the vicinity of my navel. “Aye, and I suppose I’m Adam,” Jamie said. “In the gateway to Paradise.” 

He turned his head to look wistfully across the creek toward the vast unknown, resting his cheek on the slope of my belly. “I only wish I knew was I coming in, or going out?” 

I laughed myself, startling him. I took him by both ears then, urging him gently up across the slippery expanse of my naked flesh. 

“In,” I said. “I don’t see an angel with a fiery sword, after all.” 

He lowered himself upon me, his own flesh heated as with fever, and I shivered under him. “No?” he murmured. “Aye, well, you’ll no be looking close enough, I suppose.” 

Then the fiery sword severed me from consciousness and set fire to my body. We blazed up together, bright as stars in the summer night, and then sank back burnt and limbless, ashes dissolved in a primordial sea of warm salt, stirring with the nascent throbbings of life.
---Jamie & Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 2
Book Category: Sex [Comments]


She’d wanted to put the events of last November well behind them; make a clean break. Then, when enough time had passed, perhaps they could come to each other again. Not as supporting players in the drama of her parents’ life, but this time as the actors in a play of their own choosing.
---Brianna in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 3
Book Category: Uncategorized [Comments]


Slowly, as it always did, the calm inexorable logic of the figures built its web inside her head, trapping all the random thoughts, wrapping the distracting emotions up in silken threads like so many flies. Round the central axis of the problem, logic spun her web, orderly and beautiful as an orb-weaver’s jeweled confection.
---Brianna in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 3
Book Category: Imagery [Comments]


“Ooh, say that again!” she begged. 

“Say what?” Roger looked puzzled. 

“Bread and butter,” Brianna told him, hoisting one of his bags onto her shoulder. “She wants to hear you roll the r’s again. Gayle has a thing about British accents. Oh—that’s Gayle.” She gestured at her friend in resignation. 

“Yes, I gathered. Er…” He cleared his throat, fixed Gayle with a piercing stare, and dropped his voice an octave. “Arround the rrruggged rrrock, the rrragged rrrascals rran. That do you for a bit?”
---Brianna & Roger in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 3
Book Category: Scots [Comments]


“My father always said that was the difference between an American and an Englishman. An Englishman thinks a hundred miles is a long way; an American thinks a hundred years is a long time.”
---Brianna in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 3
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


It’s—” She waved helplessly at the tartan swirl of noise and color all around them. “It’s so—Scottish.” 

He wanted to laugh at that; nothing could be less like Scotland than this mix of tourist claptrap and the bald-faced selling of half-faked traditions. At the same time, she was right, it was uniquely Scottish; an example of the Scots’ age-old talent for survival—the ability to adapt to anything, and make a profit from it.
---Brianna & Roger in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 4
Book Category: Scots [Comments]


“Once is enough to get pregnant,” Brianna said. “Or so my mother assured my high school health class. She’d draw pictures of sperm on the blackboard, all racing toward this huge egg with leers on their faces.”
---Brianna in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 4
Book Category: Foreshadowing [Comments]


But Claire had been sure—or she’d thought so. The broad clear brow and delicate mouth admitted of no doubt; the big, luminous eyes were fixed on her new husband with no sign of reservation or misgiving.
---Brianna in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 4
Book Category: Frank and Claire [Comments]


“Oh,” the doctor said, in a changed tone. “Like that, is it?” 

Roger’s collar was unbuttoned, but he felt as though he were wearing a tie tied too tight. He met the doctor’s eyes straight on. “Yeah,” he said. “Like that.” 

Dr. Abernathy reached for the bottle of Lagavulin, and filled both glasses. “Claire did say she liked you,” he said in resignation. He lifted one glass. “Okay. Slàinte.”
---Roger and Joe Abernathy in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 5
Book Category: Love [Comments]


Might there be common ground for them, a historian and an engineer? He facing backward to the mysteries of the past, she to the future and its dazzling gleam? 

Then the room relaxed in cheers and babbling, and she turned in his arms to kiss him hard and cling to him, and he thought perhaps it didn’t matter that they faced in opposite directions—so long as they faced each other.
---Roger in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 5
Book Category: Love [Comments]


“What it is that makes every man ye meet want to take off his breeks within five minutes of meetin’ ye.” 

Fergus choked slightly, and Ian went pink. I looked as demure as possible. 

“Well, if you don’t know, my dear,” I said, “no one does.
---Jamie & Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 6
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


Put two Highland Scots in a room together, and within ten minutes they would know each other’s family histories for the last two hundred years, and have discovered a helpful number of mutual relatives and acquaintances.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 6
Book Category: Scots [Comments]


While I was familiar with the eighteenth-century willingness to eat anything that could be overpowered and dragged to the table, I did not subscribe to the mania for presenting wild dishes as though they had not in fact undergone the intermediary processes of being killed and cooked before making their appearance at dinner.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 7
Book Category: Food [Comments]


“Oh, surely everyone is interested in taxes,” I said, turning slightly sideways so as to display my bosom to best effect. “Or don’t you believe that taxes are what we pay for a civilized society? Though having heard Mr. Stanhope’s story”—I nodded to my other side—“perhaps he would agree that the level of civilization isn’t quite equal to the level of taxation?”
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 7
Book Category: Politics and Law [Comments]


But Miss Wylie was twenty-five years my junior, fashionably gowned and jeweled, and if no great beauty, not plain, either. Her jealousy was a better reflection of my appearance, I thought, than any looking glass.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 7
Book Category: Men and Women [Comments]


The stone was warm in my hand; it felt warmer even than my skin, though that must be illusion. I did not normally wear jewelry beyond my wedding rings; had never cared much for it. It would be a relief to be rid of at least part of our dangerous treasure. And still I sat there holding the stone, cradling it in my hand, till I almost thought I could feel it beating like a small separate heart, in time with my blood.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 7
Book Category: Gemstones [Comments]


“I do not seek to remind you of past indignity,” he said quietly. “Nor yet to offend present honor. Still, you will understand that it is my duty to ask.” 

Jamie smiled, quite without humor. “And mine to answer, I expect,” he said. 

“Yes, I am a pardoned Jacobite. And aye, I have sworn the oath—like the others who paid that price for their lives.”
---Jamie & Tryon in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 7
Book Category: Oaths [Comments]


“Discretion is the better part of valor,” I said, standing up and kissing him back. “Not that I’ve ever met a Scot who seemed to think so.”
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 7
Book Category: Scots [Comments]


There are things worth dying or starving for—but not words.” 

“Maybe not those words.” 

He turned to look at me, features dim in starlight, but the hint of a smile visible on his mouth. “Ye know of words that are?” 

The gravestone had his name, but no date. I could stop him going back to Scotland, I thought. If I would. 

I turned to face him, leaning back against the window frame. “What about—‘I love you’?” 

He reached out a hand and touched my face. A breath of air stirred past us, and I saw the small hairs rise along his arm. 

“Aye,” he whispered. “That’ll do.”
---Jamie & Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 7
Book Category: Love [Comments]


“He’s much sneakier than I thought,” I said, not without admiration. “Practically Scottish.”
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 7
Book Category: Scots [Comments]


“Twenty-four years ago today, I married ye, Sassenach,” he said softly. “I hope ye willna have cause yet to regret it.”
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 8
Book Category: Love [Comments]


“It’s not the filthiness that troubles me, Sassenach,” he interrupted, scowling at Ian, who was hanging over the side of the boat, shouting encouragement to Rollo as he swam. 

“It’s the short.” He glanced at me, scowl changing to a look of approval as he took in my state of dishevelment. “I mean to take my time about it, aye?”
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 8
Book Category: Sex [Comments]


The heat of the day was sucked down into the earth, glowing with unseen energy beneath the surface of the soil, the rich, fertile flatlands simmering in black heat behind the screen of pines and sweetgum trees, working the alchemy of water and trapped sun.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 9
Book Category: Imagery [Comments]


“I dinna think I’ve breathed air since we left Georgia,” he said. “Every time I take a breath, I think I’ll maybe drown.”
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 9
Book Category: Heat [Comments]


“But if a man’s bound to go to the devil, he’ll find a way to do it, no matter where ye set him down.”
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 9
Book Category: Philosophy [Comments]


“I dinna wish to fight, or have ye ever in danger, Sassenach, but if there is a bit I can do…to build, maybe, to make it safe, and a good land for her…” He shrugged. “It would please me,” he finished softly.
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 9
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


At the thought of vengeance, I felt a new stab that displaced all lesser fears. While Jamie was not markedly vengeful—for a Scot—no Highlander would suffer a loss such as this with silent resignation; a loss not only of fortune but of honor. What might he feel compelled to do about it?
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 9
Book Category: Vengeance [Comments]


“I kent the man for what he was. I could have left him to the fate he’d earned—but I did not. I was a fool.” 

“You were kind. It’s not the same thing.” 

“Near enough.”
---Jamie & Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 9
Book Category: Regrets [Comments]


I had worn that gold ring for nearly thirty years; token of vows taken, forsaken, renewed, and at last absolved. A token of marriage, of family; of a large part of my life. And the last trace of Frank—whom, in spite of everything, I had loved.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 9
Book Category: Frank and Claire [Comments]


My hand lay limp and white in his, looking unaccustomedly frail; it was something of a shock to see it that way. 

I was used to paying a great deal of attention to my hands, one way and another. They were my tools, my channel of touch, mingling the delicacy and strength by which I healed. They had a certain beauty, which I admired in a detached sort of way, but it was the beauty of strength and competence, the assurance of power that made its form admirable. 

It was the same hand now, pale and long-fingered, the knuckles slightly bony—oddly bare without my ring, but recognizably my hand. Yet it lay in a hand so much larger and rougher that it seemed small, and fragile by comparison.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 9
Book Category: Imagery [Comments]


I felt at once horribly vulnerable and yet completely safe. But then—I had always felt that way with Jamie Fraser.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 9
Book Category: About Jamie [Comments]


"Why that's no but a bittie wee stinkard like a polecat!" He wrinkled his nose, with an expression between amusement and disgust. "Phew! And here I thought it was a dangerous huge beastie!"
---Young Ian in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 10
Book Category: Animals [Comments]


After a quick brush to remove at least some of the dog hairs from the garment, Ian was forcibly inserted into it, and sat firmly down to have his hair combed and plaited while Jamie gave him a quick refresher course in manners, this consisting solely of the advice to keep his mouth shut as much as possible.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 10
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


Jocasta’s smile might have been stitched on. Mr. Campbell, beside her, gave me the barest flick of gray eyebrow, and looked austere. Evidently, stabbing the Lieutenant through the heart with a fruit knife wasn’t on—at least not until he had signed the requisition order—so I did the next best thing I could think of; I picked up the whisky bottle and refilled his cup to the brim.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 10
Book Category: Alcohol and drunkenness [Comments]


“I am lured to the forest upon the pretext of smelling turpentine, and before I ken where I am, I’m sitting wi’ the British Navy, saying aye and nay to matters I ken nothing of, wi’ yon wee mannie kickin’ my shins under the table like a trained monkey!”
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 10
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


“I suppose that explains the Lieutenant’s offensive behavior at lunch,” I said, interested. “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, but the blokes don’t like it, either.” 

Jocasta turned her head toward me, startled—I think she had forgotten I was there—but Farquard Campbell laughed. 

“Indeed they don’t, Mrs. Fraser,” he assured me, eyes twinkling. “We’re fragile things, we poor men; ye trifle with our affections at your peril.”
---Claire and Farquard Campbell in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 10
Book Category: Men and Women [Comments]


You will see from the enclosed that you are restored to my wife’s good graces; she has quite ceased to talk of you in the same breath with Auld Scratch, and I have heard no recent references to Emasculation, which may relieve your mind.
---Ian in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 10
Book Category: Forgiveness [Comments]


what is there for them here? Poverty and want, with no hope of betterment. Why should they remain here, where they have nothing to inherit, where they are forbidden the plaid or the right to carry a man’s weapons? Why should they not seize the chance of reclaiming the notion of manhood—even should it mean they wear the tartan and carry a sword in the service of a German usurper? 

I think sometimes this is the worst of it; not only that murder and injustice have been loosed unchecked upon us, without hope of cure or recourse—but that our young men, our hope and future, should be thus piped away, squandered for the profit of the conqueror, and paid in the small coin of their pride.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 10
Book Category: Philosophy [Comments]


“Ye called it a matter of bloodshed, did ye no?” Jamie said, a marked edge in his voice. “My wife is ban-lighiche; she has seen war wi’ me, and more. If ye wish me there, she will go with me.”
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 11
Book Category: About Claire [Comments]


“I believe that was the Crown’s notion in executing my grandsire on Tower Hill after the Rising. Verra effective, too; all my relations have been quite well behaved since.” 

I had lived long enough among Scots to appreciate the effects of that little jab. Jamie might have come at Campbell’s request, but the grandson of the Old Fox did no man’s bidding lightly—nor necessarily held English law in high regard.
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 11
Book Category: Politics and Law [Comments]


“There’s little worse than a willful woman,” MacNeill said, a trifle louder than strictly necessary. “They’ve none to blame save themselves if harm comes to them.”

“Whereas,” I chipped in, leaning forward and raising my own voice enough to be heard over the clop and creak of the horses, “if harm comes to them because of some man, the satisfaction of blaming him will be adequate compensation?”
---Claire & MacNeill in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 11
Book Category: Men and Women [Comments]


His eyes met mine, dark with understanding. His shoulders straightened slightly, and he laid the pistol across his thigh. I could not help him make his choice; he could not help with mine—but he would defend me, whichever choice I made.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 11
Book Category: Choices [Comments]


I couldn’t ask if this would be his choice—I had made it for him. And having made it, could not ask for either approval or forgiveness.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 11
Book Category: Choices [Comments]


He had momentarily forgotten that most basic and essential protection—the only true protection a slave had: the blank, bland face that hid all thoughts.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 12
Book Category: Slavery [Comments]


For a moment, I saw him as he had looked the morning I married him. The sett of his tartan was nearly the same now as then; black check on a crimson ground, plaid caught at his shoulder with a silver brooch, dipping to the calf of a neat, stockinged leg. 

His linen was finer now, as was his coat; the dirk he wore at his waist had bands of gold across the haft. Duine uasal was what he looked, a man of worth. 

But the bold face above the lace was the same, older now, but wiser with it—yet the tilt of his shining head and the set of the wide, firm mouth, the slanted clear cat-eyes that looked into my own, were just the same. Here was a man who had always known his worth.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 12
Book Category: About Jamie [Comments]


“May I observe, ma’am, how most becoming is that shade of green?” 

“I don’t suppose I can stop you.”
---Claire & Wylie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 12
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


This body was. No good, no bad, it simply was. I knew it, now; it was mine. 

They were all mine; the unconscious body in my hands, its secrets open to me; the men who held it, their eyes on me. It didn’t always happen, but when it did, the sensation was unforgettable; a synthesis of minds into a single organism. And as I took control of this organism, I became part of it, and lost myself.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 12
Book Category: Healing and Medicine [Comments]


“ ‘Brekekekex, ko-ax!’ ” The shape hopped away and disappeared into the moist plants by the path. 

“I always knew you had a gift for tongues,” I said, amused. “Didn’t know you spoke frog, though.” 

“Well, I’m no ways fluent,” he said modestly. “Though I’ve a fine accent, and I say it myself.”
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 13
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


It had been a thoroughly MacKenzie-like plan, I thought; audacious, dramatic—and taking no account of the wishes of the persons involved.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 13
Book Category: Plotting [Comments]


Yes, Jamie needed men. Men to lead, to care for, to defend and to fight with. But not to own.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 13
Book Category: About Jamie [Comments]


“Her husband is dead. Whether she was fond of him or no, she is mistress here now, with none to answer to. And she enjoys the taste of power too well to spit it out.”
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 13
Book Category: Power [Comments]


“Your face is my heart, Sassenach,” he said softly, “and love of you is my soul. But you’re right; ye canna be my conscience.”
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 13
Book Category: Love [Comments]


“Oh, aye?” He looked mildly startled. “Ye think me verra wicked, then?” 

“You’re the best man I’ve ever met,” I said. “I only meant…it’s such a strain, to try to live for two people. To try to make them fit your ideas of what’s right…you do it for a child, of course, you have to, but even then, it’s dreadfully hard work. I couldn’t do it for you—it would be wrong even to try.”
---Jamie & Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 13
Book Category: Choices [Comments]


“Do ye not understand?” he said, in near desperation. “I would lay the world at your feet, Claire—and I have nothing to give ye!” 

He honestly thought it mattered. 

I sat looking at him, searching for words. He was half turned away, shoulders slumped in despair. 

Within an hour, I had gone from anguish at the thought of losing him in Scotland, to a strong desire to bed him in the herbaceous borders, and from that to a pronounced urge to hit him on the head with an oar. Now I was back to tenderness. 

At last I took one big, callused hand and slid forward so I knelt on the boards between his knees. I laid my head against his chest, and felt his breath stir my hair. I had no words, but I had made my choice. 

“ ‘Whither thou goest,’ ” I said, “ ‘I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge: thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God: Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried.’ ” Be it Scottish hill or southern forest. “You do what you have to; I’ll be there.”
---Jamie & Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 13
Book Category: Choices [Comments]


“There’s such a thing as mercy, too.” And had anyone asked, I would have called Jamie Fraser a merciful man. He had been, once. But the years between now and then had been hard ones—and compassion was a soft emotion, easily eroded by circumstance. I had thought he still had his kindness, though; and felt a queer pain at the thought of its loss.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 13
Book Category: About Jamie [Comments]


“Blessed are the merciful,” he said, “for they shall find mercy. Byrnes wasn’t, and he didn’t. And as for me, once God had made his opinion of the man known, I didna think it right to interfere.”
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 13
Book Category: Honor - Courage - Duty - Justice [Comments]


“And did you wonder if I’d killed him?” 

He looked faintly surprised. 

“Ye would have done as ye thought best.” He dismissed the minor question of whether I’d killed a man, in favor of the point at issue.
---Jamie & Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 13
Book Category: Choices [Comments]


I had not known her, would not miss her—but I grieved her; her and her child. And so for myself, rather than for her, I knelt by her body and scattered herbs: fragrant and bitter, leaves of rue and hyssop flowers, rosemary, thyme and lavender. A bouquet from the living to the dead—small token of remembrance.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 13
Book Category: Fear - Grief - Anguish - Horror [Comments]


I had known the girl no more than minutes before her death, and could in no way have prevented it—but she had died under my hands, and I felt the physician’s futile rage in such circumstances; the feeling that somehow I had failed, had been outwitted by the Dark Angel.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 13
Book Category: Healing and Medicine [Comments]


“Ye’ll maybe know the sort of man is decent enough on his own, but get him wi’ others like him, and they might as well be wolves?” 

“Bit hard on the wolves,” I said, smiling. “Think of Rollo. But yes, I know what you mean.” 

“Pigs, then. But beasts, when they’re together. There’s no lack of such men in any army; it’s why armies work—men will do terrible things in a mob, that they wouldna dream of on their own.”
---Jamie & Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 13
Book Category: War, Fighting and Violence [Comments]


It had occurred to me briefly to wonder why he had worn his kilt this morning, instead of changing to breeks; the crimson tartan might be quite literally a red flag to a bull, flaunted thus before an English soldier. Now I knew. 

They’d taken it from him once before, thinking to take with it pride and manhood. They had failed in that attempt, and he meant to underscore that failure, whether it was sense to do so or not. Sense had little to do with the sort of stubborn pride that could survive years of such insult—and while he had more than his share of both, I could see that pride was well in the ascendancy at present.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 13
Book Category: Pride [Comments]


“I’ve been looking at your backside in breeks every day for months, but only occasionally does the sight move me to make indecent advances on your person.”

His mouth twitched, undecided whether to laugh or not. Taking advantage of the indecision, I took a step forward and put my arms around his waist, firmly cupping his backside. 

“Actually, it’s your kilt that makes me want to fling you to the floor and commit ravishment,” I told him. “But you don’t look at all bad in your breeks.”
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 13
Book Category: Kilts [Comments]


I laughed, and decided not to worry too much; anyone capable of spitting in a wolf’s eye would likely cope with Indians, wilderness, and anything else that came along.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 14
Book Category: Courage [Comments]


"'To hell with the Red Flower, ' I muttered.  I seized one of the trout by the tail, ran forward, and belted the bear across the nose with it as hard as I could."
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 15
Book Category: In a Different Time [Comments]


“Do you remember Father Anselm at the abbey?” I looked up; the color was going from the oak leaves overhead, leaving the soft silver undersides gray as mouse fur. “He said there was always an hour in the day when time seems to stop—but that it was different for everyone. He thought it might be the hour when one was born.”
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 15
Book Category: Philosophy [Comments]


“I thought I was going to die, and I didn’t want to die in my sleep.” 

He wasn’t shocked. He only raised one brow, and snorted faintly with amusement. 

“Would ye no?” 

“No, would you?” I twisted my head to look at him. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, still amused at the question. 

“Aye, well, perhaps. I’ve come close to death by hanging, and I didna like the waiting a bit. I’ve nearly been killed in battle a few times; I canna say I was much concerned about the dying then, though, bein’ too busy to think of it. And then I’ve nearly died of wounds and fever, and that was misery enough that I was looking forward verra keenly to being dead. But on the whole, given my choice about it, I think perhaps I wouldna mind dying in my sleep, no.” 

He leaned over and kissed me lightly. “Preferably in bed, next to you. At a verra advanced age, mind.”
---Jamie & Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 15
Book Category: Death [Comments]


Anytime. It could happen anytime, and just this fast. I wasn’t sure which seemed most unreal; the bear’s attack, or this, the soft summer night, alive with promise. 

I rested my head on my knees, letting the sickness, the residue of shock, drain away. It didn’t matter, I told myself. Not only anytime, but anywhere. Disease, car wreck, random bullet. There was no true refuge for anyone, but like most people, I managed not to think of that most of the time.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 15
Book Category: Death [Comments]


The English had always thought the Scottish Highlanders barbarians; I had never before considered the possibility that others might feel likewise. But these men had seen a ferocious savage, and approached him with due caution, arms at the ready. And Jamie, horrified beforehand at the thought of savage Red Indians, had seen their rituals—so like his own—and known them at once for fellow hunters; civilized men.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 15
Book Category: About Jamie [Comments]


"So long as my body lives, and yours - we are one flesh," he whispered.

"And when my body shall cease, my soul will still be yours, Claire - I swear by my hope of heaven, I will not be parted from you."
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 16
Book Category: Love [Comments]


"Nothing is lost, Sassenach; only changed."

"That's the first law of thermodynamics," I said, wiping my nose.

"No," he said.  "That's faith."
---Jamie & Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 16
Book Category: Philosophy [Comments]


The movement startled a large gray jay who had been pulling hairs out of my head, and he shot up into a nearby pine tree, screeching hysterically. “Serve you right, mate,” I muttered, rubbing the top of my head, but couldn’t help smiling. 

I had been told often enough that my hair looked like a bird’s nest first thing in the morning; perhaps there was something to it, after all.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 16
Book Category: About Claire [Comments]


In the fresh, cool light, he looked like Adam, newly touched by his Creator’s hand. 

Rather a battered Adam, though; on closer inspection, this was a snap taken well after the Fall. Not the fragile perfection of a child born of clay, nor yet the unused beauty of the youth God loved. No, this one was a man full-formed and powerful; each line of face and body marked with strength and struggle, made to take hold of the world he would wake to, and subdue it.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 16
Book Category: About Jamie [Comments]


Dragonflies hung over the water, jewels immobile in the air, vanishing in mist.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 16
Book Category: Imagery [Comments]


Happiness was sticking out all over him, like porcupine quills.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 16
Book Category: Imagery [Comments]


“Strawberries ha’ always been the emblem of the clan—it’s what the name meant, to start with, when a Monsieur Fréselière came across from France wi’ King William that was—and took hold of land in the Scottish mountains for his trouble.”
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 16
Book Category: Uncategorized [Comments]


He wore nothing but his plaid, crumpled and blood-stained, belted round his waist. With his hair unbound and tangled round his shoulders, he looked the wild Highlander he was. What I had thought a trap for him—his family, his clan—was his strength. And what I had thought my strength—my solitude, my lack of ties—was my weakness. 

Having known closeness, both its good and its bad, he had the strength to leave it, to step away from all notions of safety and venture out alone. And I—so proud of self-sufficiency at one time—could not bear the thought of loneliness again.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 16
Book Category: Isolation and Solitude [Comments]


“I’m afraid you’ll die, and I can’t stand it if you do, Jamie, I really can’t!” 

He jerked back a little, surprised, and looked down into my face. 

“Well, I’ll do my best to oblige ye, Sassenach,” he said, “but ye ken I may not have all the say in the matter.” His face was serious, but one corner of his mouth curled up irrepressibly.
---Jamie & Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 16
Book Category: Death [Comments]


“D’ye mean to tell me straight out what ye’re talkin’ about, Sassenach, or do ye mean me to suffer a bit first?” 

I glared at him, caught as usual between the urge to laugh and the urge to hit him with a blunt object.
---Jamie & Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 16
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


“I have lived as a slave, Claire,” he said quietly, head bent. “And I couldna live, knowing there was a man on earth who felt toward me as I have felt toward those who thought they owned me.”
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 16
Book Category: Slavery [Comments]


“You are my courage, as I am your conscience,” he whispered. “You are my heart—and I your compassion. We are neither of us whole, alone. Do ye not know that, Sassenach?” 

“I do know that,” I said, and my voice shook. “That’s why I’m so afraid. I don’t want to be half a person again, I can’t bear it.”
---Jamie & Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 16
Book Category: Love [Comments]


“But do ye not see how verra small a thing is the notion of death, between us two, Claire?” he whispered.
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 16
Book Category: Death [Comments]


She'd wanted to go to the Christmas Eve services. After that...

After that, he would ask her, make it formal. She would say yes, he knew. And then...

Why, then, they would come home, to a house dark and private. With themselves alone, on a night of sacrament and secret, with love newly come into the world. And he would lift her in his arms and carry her upstairs, on a night when virginity's sacrifice was no loss of purity, but rather the birth of everlasting joy.
---Roger in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 17
Book Category: Christmas [Comments]


“If ye have to ask yourself if you’re in love, laddie—then ye aren’t,” Mrs. Graham had assured him, tapping her spoon on the edge of her mixing bowl for emphasis.
---Mrs. Graham in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 17
Book Category: Love [Comments]


“Just the two of ye here, all on your ownie-o?” He was giving Brianna a rolling eye, looking her up and down with frank interest. 

“Oh, no,” Brianna said, straight-faced. She folded the letter in half and stuffed it into the back pocket of her jeans. “Uncle Angus is staying with us; he’s asleep upstairs.” 

Roger bit the inside of his cheek. Uncle Angus was a moth-eaten stuffed Scottie, a remnant of his own youth, unearthed during the cleaning of the house. Brianna, charmed with him, had dusted off his plaid bonnet and placed him on her own bed in the guest room.
---Brianna & Macbeth in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 17
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


With the house standing vacant, he might never have got the job finished. But with the impetus of Fiona behind, and the lure of Brianna before…he smiled at the thought of the two of them: little dark, curly-headed wren, and tall fire-haired Viking. Likely it took women to get men to do anything much.
---Roger in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 17
Book Category: Men and Women [Comments]


The bronze snakes of her hair fell gleaming, brushed his cheek with wet. Not a Gorgon’s beauty, but a water spirit’s, changing shape from serpent-maned horse to magic woman. 

“Kelpie,” he whispered against the flushed curve of her cheek. “You look like you’ve come straight out of a Highland burn.” She put her arms around his neck, let go of the towel; only the pressure of their bodies held it between them.
---Roger in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 17
Book Category: Imagery [Comments]


But what he’d felt in that brief moment when her body came alive to his went a great deal farther. The universe had shifted, with a small, decisive click; he could still hear its echo in his bones. 

He wanted her. He wanted all of her; not just bed, not just body. Everything, always. Suddenly the biblical injunction, one flesh, seemed something immediate, and very real. They’d nearly been just that, on the floor of the hallway, and stopping as he had made him feel suddenly and peculiarly vulnerable—he wasn’t a whole person any longer, but only half of something not yet made.
---Roger in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 17
Book Category: Love [Comments]


"You don’t really have to do it anymore, but I grew up doing it—it used to be that women couldn’t go into a Catholic church with their heads uncovered, you know.” 

“No, I didn’t,” he said, interested. “Why not?” 

“Saint Paul, probably,” she said, whipping a comb from her purse to tidy the ends of her hair. “He thought women ought to keep their hair covered all the time, so as not to be objects of unseemly lust. Cranky old crab,” she added, stuffing the comb back into the purse. “Mama always said he was afraid of women. Thought they were dangerous,” she said, with a wide grin. 

“They are.”
---Brianna & Roger in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 18
Book Category: Religion [Comments]


“Your Scottish accent comes out when you get upset,” she said, with a feeble attempt at a smile as she handed back the wadded hanky. 

“I shouldn’t wonder,” Roger said in exasperation. “Now tell me what you mean, and do it plainly, before ye drive me all the way to the Gaelic.”
---Brianna & Roger in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 18
Book Category: Scots [Comments]


Sleeping under the moon and stars in the arms of a naked lover, the two of you cradled by furs and soft leaves, lulled by the gentle murmur of the chestnut trees and the far-off rumble of a waterfall, is terribly romantic. Sleeping under a crude lean-to, squashed into a soggy mass between a large, wet husband and an equally large, equally wet nephew, listening to rain thrump on the branches overhead while fending off the advances of an immense and thoroughly saturated dog, is slightly less so.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 19
Book Category: Uncategorized [Comments]


Yes, I bloody well would be afraid. On the other hand, I’d lived long enough to realize that fear wasn’t usually fatal—at least not by itself. Add in the odd bear or savage, and I wasn’t saying, mind.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 19
Book Category: Fear - Grief - Anguish - Horror [Comments]


“How shall I tell ye what it is, to feel the need of a place?” he said softly. “The need of snow beneath my shoon. The breath of the mountains, breathing their own breath in my nostrils as God gave breath to Adam. The scrape of rock under my hand, climbing, and the sight of the lichens on it, enduring in the sun and the wind.” His breath was gone and he breathed again, taking mine. His hands were linked behind my head, holding me, face-to-face. “If I am to live as a man, I must have a mountain,” he said simply. His eyes were open wide, searching mine for understanding.
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 19
Book Category: New [Comments]


“A feather bed? Really? How wonderful!” I immediately dismissed any ungenerous thoughts I had ever harbored about Jocasta Cameron.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 19
Book Category: Uncategorized [Comments]


“My husband’s grandmother says that you have medicine now, but you will have more. When your hair is white like hers, that is when you will find your full power.”
---Gabrielle in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 20
Book Category: Magic - Witches - Supernatural [Comments]


“She says you must not be troubled; sickness is sent from the gods. It won’t be your fault.” 

I looked at Nayawenne, startled, but she had already turned away. 

“What won’t be my fault?” I asked, but the old lady refused to say more.
---Gabrielle in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 20
Book Category: Foreshadowing [Comments]


"What if I tell you a story, instead?"

Highlanders loved stories, and Jamie was no exception.

"Oh, aye," he said, sounding much happier. "What sort of story is it?"

"A Christmas story," I said, settling myself along the curve of his body. "About a miser named Ebenezer Scrooge."

"An Englishman, I daresay?"

"Yes," I said. "Be quiet and listen."

I could see my own breath as I talked, white in the dim, cold air. The snow was falling heavily outside our shelter; when I paused in the story, I could hear the whisper of flakes against the hemlock branches, and the far-off whine of wind in the trees.
---Jamie & Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 21
Book Category: Christmas [Comments]


“We could shift the bed a bit,” I suggested, though with no particular hope. I had been through this before. All suggestions that repair work could wait till daylight were met with astonished refusal; no proper man, I was given to understand, would countenance such a thing.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 21
Book Category: About Jamie [Comments]


“Don’t you go up on the roof in that!” I exclaimed, sitting up abruptly. “That’s your good woolen shirt!” 

He halted by the door, glared briefly at me, then, with the rebuking expression of an early Christian martyr, laid down his tools, stripped off the shirt, dropped it on the floor, picked up the tools, and strode majestically out to deal with the leak, buttocks clenched with determined zeal.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 21
Book Category: About Jamie [Comments]


“The lad speaks the Indian tongue a great deal better than he does Greek or Latin,” Jamie observed with some dourness, watching Ian exchanging cordial insults with an Indian companion as they left on one such excursion. 

“Well, if Marcus Aurelius had written about tracking porcupines, I expect he’d have found a more eager audience,” I replied soothingly.
---Jamie & Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 21
Book Category: About Young Ian [Comments]


I longed for Jamie, in a visceral way that had nothing to do with thought or reason. To be alone with Jamie was bliss, adventure, and absorption. To be alone without him was…to be alone.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 21
Book Category: Separation [Comments]


“I suppose I could try acupuncture,” I said, thinking aloud. “I’ve got Mr. Willoughby’s needles in my pouch, and—” 

“Sassenach,” he said, in measured tones. “I can stand fine bein’ hurt, cold, and hungry. I wilna put up wi’ being stabbed in the back by my own wife. Can ye not offer a bit of sympathy and comfort instead?”
---Jamie & Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 21
Book Category: Healing and Medicine [Comments]


“Told you,” I said, blushing slightly. “I suppose one of my ancestresses was bitten by a vampire or something.” 

“A what?” He looked quite blank. 

There was time to kill, so I gave him a thumbnail sketch of the life and times of Count Dracula. He looked bemused and appalled, but his hand carried on with its machinations, having now moved under my buckskin shirt and found its way beneath the cutty sark as well. His fingers were chilly, but I didn’t mind. 

“Some people find the notion terribly erotic,” I ended. 

“That’s the most disgusting thing I’ve ever heard!” 

“I don’t care,” I said, stretching out at full length beside him and putting my head back, throat invitingly exposed. “Do it some more.”
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 21
Book Category: Sex [Comments]


He had wanted badly for her to find her Jamie Fraser, to live happily ever after with him. The knowledge—or more accurately, the hope—that she had done so had been a small talisman to him; a witness that enduring love was possible, a love strong enough to withstand separation and hardship, strong enough to outlast time. And yet all flesh was mortal; no love could outlast that fact.
---Roger in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 22
Book Category: Love [Comments]


He was a scholar and the son of a scholar; he had grown up surrounded by books, imbued since childhood with the sanctity of the printed word. He felt like a murderer as he groped for his penknife and stealthily opened it, glancing around to be sure he was unobserved. 

It was instinct more than reason; the instinct that leads a man to want to clear up the remains of an accident, to lay a decent covering over the bodies, to obliterate the visible traces of disaster, even though the tragedy itself remains.
---Roger in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 22
Book Category: Scholars and Historians [Comments]


No, the past might twist on itself like a writhing snake, but it could not be changed. He wasn’t at all sure that Brianna shared his conviction, though. 

How do you mourn a time-traveler? she’d asked him.
---Roger in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 22
Book Category: Time Travel [Comments]


Was suppressing a dangerous truth the same as lying? Well, if it was, then he’d lie. To give consent to do wrong was a sin, he’d heard that from his early days. That was all right, he’d risk his soul for her, and willingly.
---Roger in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 22
Book Category: Deception and treason [Comments]


Jamie could in fact cook—at least so far as dressing game and roasting it over a fire—and I had done my best to initiate Ian into the mysteries of making oatmeal parritch, but, they being men, I suspected that they hadn’t bothered, choosing instead to survive on raw onions and dried meat. 

I couldn’t tell whether it was simply that after a day spent in the manly pursuits of chopping down trees, plowing fields, and carrying deer carcasses over mountains, they honestly were too exhausted to think of assembling a proper meal, or whether they did it on purpose, so that I would feel necessary.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 23
Book Category: Food [Comments]


“What do you want?” I said again, feeling helpless. “I can’t do anything for you. I know you’re there; I can see you. But that’s all.” 

Nothing moved, no words were spoken. But quite clearly the thought formed in my mind, in a voice that was not my own. That’s enough, it said.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 23
Book Category: Magic - Witches - Supernatural [Comments]


“How the hell did you find me?” I asked. “Did one of the Muellers follow me, or—don’t tell me the bloody horse led you to me, like Lassie?” 

“It’s a gelding, Auntie,” Ian put in reprovingly. “No a lassie.
---Young Ian & Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 23
Book Category: In a Different Time [Comments]


“Rollo tore off, bayin’ like a hound,” Ian said, eagerly taking up the story. “But then he came back a moment later, and began to sniff at your shoes and whinge and cry.” 

“I felt rather like doing that myself, aye?” Jamie’s mouth lifted slightly at one corner, but I could see the fear still dark in his eyes. 

I swallowed, but my mouth was too dry to talk, despite the brandywine. 

Jamie slipped one shoe onto my foot, and then the other. They were damp, but faintly warm from his body. 

“I did think ye were maybe dead, Cinderella,” he said softly, head bent to hide his face.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 23
Book Category: Animals [Comments]


And where do you get off shouting at me? I haven’t done anything wrong!” 

He inhaled strongly through his nose. Then he stood up, picked the rag from the bowl, and carefully wrung it out. He let out his breath, knelt down in front of me, and deftly swabbed my face clean. 

“No. Ye haven’t,” he agreed. One corner of his long mouth quirked wryly. “But ye scairt hell out of me, Sassenach, and it makes me want to give ye a terrible scolding, whether ye deserve it or no.”
---Jamie & Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 23
Book Category: Fear - Grief - Anguish - Horror [Comments]


“My father told me never to take advantage of a woman who was the worse for drink,” he said. He had stopped squirming, but now started again, slower, as though he couldn’t help himself. 

“I’m not worse, I’m better,” I assured him. “Besides—” I executed a slow, sinuous squirm of my own. “I thought he said you weren’t drunk if you could find your arse with both hands.” 

He eyed me appraisingly. 

“I hate to tell ye, Sassenach, but it’s not your arse ye’ve got hold of—it’s mine.” 

“That’s all right,” I assured him. “We’re married. Share and share alike. One flesh; the priest said so.”
---Jamie & Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 23
Book Category: Sex [Comments]


Duncan was every bit as good as Jamie at the Highland art of inarticulate eloquence. This particular noise captured both mild insult at Jamie’s implication that it was improper for Duncan to be accepting the gift of a horse from Jocasta, and a willingness to accept the likewise implied apology for the insult.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 23
Book Category: Uncategorized [Comments]


A fortunate portent, a caul offered—they said—protection from drowning in later life. And some children born with a caul were blessed with second sight—though having met one or two of those who saw with the third eye, I took leave to doubt that such a blessing was unmixed. 

Whether lucky or not, Brianna had never showed any signs of that strange Celtic “knowing,” and I thought it just as well. I knew enough of my own peculiar form of second sight—the certain knowledge of things to come—not to wish its complications on anyone else.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 23
Book Category: About Brianna [Comments]


People spoke of night falling, but it didn’t, really. Darkness rose, filling first the hollows, then shadowing the slopes, creeping imperceptibly up tree trunks and fenceposts as night swallowed the ground and rose up to join the greater dark of the star-spread sky above. 

I sat staring out the window, watching the light change on the horses in the paddock; not so much fading as altering, so that everything—arched necks, round rumps, even single blades of grass—stood stark and clean, reality freed for one brief moment from the day’s illusions of sun and shadow.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 23
Book Category: Imagery [Comments]


"Well, I dinna ken,uncle Jamie," he said dubiously. "If Ye want to let your balls hang over a pit wi a deadly viper, in it that's your concern, but the notion makes my flesh creep a bit."
---Young Ian in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 25
Book Category: New [Comments]


If William, Viscount Ashness, ninth Earl of Ellesmere, was not the very last person I had ever expected to see in the backwoods of North Carolina, he was certainly next to the last—King George was a trifle less likely to turn up on the doorstep, I supposed.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 25
Book Category: About William [Comments]


And just what do you propose to do, I thought silently and savagely toward Lord John Grey, when he finds out that he’s really the bastard son of a pardoned Scottish criminal? And more important—what’s the Scottish criminal going to do? or feel?
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 25
Book Category: About William [Comments]


He appeared to guess what I was thinking, for he gave me a brief wry smile. I really would have to do something about my face, I thought. Having Jamie read my thoughts was one thing, and not at all unpleasant, on the whole. Having total strangers walk in and out of my mind at will was something else.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 25
Book Category: Uncategorized [Comments]


“What news from the Underworld, Persephone?” he said, unable to keep the quaver of laughter out of his voice. 

A pair of slanted eyes looked blue murder out of the mask of filth obscuring his Lordship’s features. It was a thoroughly Fraser expression, and I felt a qualm go through me at the sight. By my side, Ian gave a sudden start. He glanced quickly from the Earl to Jamie and back, then he caught my eye and his own face went perfectly and unnaturally blank.
---Lord John in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 25
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


Knowing all too well what usually happened to a Fraser who reached that particular level of incandescence, I thought the time had come to break up the party.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 25
Book Category: Anger [Comments]


"I have all that man could want,' he said quietly.  'A place, and honorable work.  My wife at my side.  The knowledge that my son is safe and well cared for.'  He looked up then, at Grey.  'And a good friend.'  He reached over, clasped Lord John's hand, and let it go.  'I want no more.'
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 26
Book Category: Philosophy [Comments]


I tried to ignore the conversation going on behind me, to lose myself instead in the memory of Jamie hewing bark and squaring logs, of sleeping in his arms under the shelter of a half-built wall, feeling the house rise up around me, enclosing me in warmth and safety, the permanent embodiment of his embrace. I always felt safe and soothed by this vision, even when I was alone on the mountain, knowing I was protected by the house he had built for me.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 26
Book Category: Imagery [Comments]


To his credit, he always did return before dawn. Sometimes to a back curled against him in cold reproach, sometimes to the furious challenge of a body thrust against him in demand, urging him wordlessly to deny it, to prove his innocence with his body—trial by combat. More often than not, he accepted the challenge. But it didn’t help. 

Yet neither of us spoke of such things in the daylight. I could not; I had no right. Frank did not; he had revenge. 

Sometimes it would be months—even a year or more—between episodes, and we would live in peace together. But then it would happen again; the silent phone calls, the too-excused absences, the late nights. Never anything so overt as another woman’s perfume, or lipstick on his collar—he had discretion. But I always felt the ghost of the other woman, whoever she was; some faceless, indistinguishable She. 

I knew it didn’t matter who it was—there were several of them. The only important thing was that She was not me. And I would lie awake and clench my fists, the marks of my nails a small crucifixion.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 26
Book Category: Frank and Claire [Comments]


“I think ye shouldna torment him wi’ medicine. He’s fixed to die, Auntie; we heard an owl in the night—he will have heard it, too. It is a sign of death to them.”
---Young Ian in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 26
Book Category: Healing and Medicine [Comments]


I had been present at a good many deaths, from accident, warfare, illness, or natural causes, and had seen men meet death in many ways, from philosophical acceptance to violent protest. But I had never seen one die quite this way. 

He simply waited, eyes on mine, until I had come to the end of the song. Then he turned his face toward the door, and as the rising sun struck him, he left his body, without the twitch of a muscle or the drawing of a final breath. 

I sat quite still, holding the limp hand, until it occurred to me that I was holding my breath, too. 

The air around me seemed queerly still, as though time had stopped for a moment. But of course it had, I thought, and forced myself to draw breath. It had stopped for him, forever.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 26
Book Category: Death [Comments]


It was perhaps as well that he was leaving; he could be of no help, and sickness always left him with a helpless feeling that made him at once afraid and angry.
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 27
Book Category: Fear - Grief - Anguish - Horror [Comments]


No, if John died, his tenuous link with William would be broken. He had long since resigned himself to the situation, and accepted the necessity without complaint—but he would feel bereft indeed if the measles robbed him not only of his closest friend but of all connection with his son.
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 27
Book Category: Friends [Comments]


An unaccustomed weed of jealousy sprang up in Jamie’s heart, stinging like nettles. He stamped firmly on it; he was fortunate indeed to know that his son enjoyed a loving relationship with his stepfather. There, that was the weed stamped out. The stamping, though, seemed to have left a small bruised spot on his heart; he could feel it when he breathed.
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 27
Book Category: Jealousy and Possession [Comments]


He could not take a lord in his arms to comfort him, nor could a young earl admit to wanting such comfort. Two men could lie close together without shame, though, for the sake of warmth. Willie fell asleep at once, nestled close against his side. Jamie lay awake for a long time, one arm laid lightly across the sleeping body of his son.
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 27
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


“My—my mother said it wasn’t proper, and that I must learn to use the other, as a gentleman ought. But Papa said no, and made them let me write with my left hand. He said it didn’t matter so much if I should look awkward with a quill; when it came to fighting with a sword, I should be at an advantage.” 

“Your father is a wise man.” His heart twisted, with something between jealousy and gratitude—but gratitude was far the uppermost.
---Jamie & William in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 27
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


Jamie stood quite still, feeling his heart beat, watching. It was one of those strange moments that came to him rarely, but never left. A moment that stamped itself on heart and brain, instantly recallable in every detail, for all of his life.
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 27
Book Category: Memories [Comments]


“No, I’ve a son, too,” he said, eyes on the hook that had somehow embedded its barb in his thumb. A tiny drop of blood welled up around the shining metal. “A bonny lad, and I love him weel, though he’s away from home just now.”
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 27
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


Still, there seemed no way out of it now—Ian was fractious as a child insisting on a bedtime story, and Lord John was sitting up in bed like a chipmunk waiting for nuts, eyes bright with interest.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 28
Book Category: Imagery [Comments]


---Claire & Lord John 



	in Drums of Autumn, 
	Chapter 28 
 

Book Category: Truth and Directness [Comments]


“You are neither circumspect nor circuitous. In fact, I don’t believe I have ever met anyone more devastatingly straightforward—male or female.” 

“Well, it’s not by choice,” I said. I came to the end of the thread and tucked it neatly into the ball. “I was born that way.” 

“So was I,” he said, very softly.
---Claire & Lord John in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 28
Book Category: Truth and Directness [Comments]


“Jamie has held my life in his hands for a good many years now,” he answered softly. 

“I will trust him with William’s.”
---Claire & Lord John in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 28
Book Category: Trust and Respect [Comments]


“And I think that if a boy has lived all his life in the secure belief that he is the ninth Earl of Ellesmere, the notion that he might actually be the illegitimate offspring of a Scottish groom is not one that would enter his head—or be long entertained there, if it did.”
---Lord John in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 28
Book Category: About William [Comments]


"I suppose he's using the term 'reason with' rather loosely, then."

“Mueller can’t be reasoned with by any means more sophisticated than an ax handle,” I said. 

“But what is he being unreasonable about?” Grey frowned—he didn’t recognize my use of “sophisticated,” I realized, though he understood what I meant.
---Claire & Lord John in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 28
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


“When he began to speak of you, both of us thought you dead,” he pointed out. “And while you are undoubtedly a handsome woman, it was never of your looks that he spoke.” 

To my surprise, he picked up my hand and held it lightly. 

“You have his courage,” he said.
---Claire & Lord John in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 28
Book Category: Courage [Comments]


“He doesn’t hold back for fear of skinned knuckles,” he said. “Neither do you, I think.”

"I can't." I took a deep breath and wiped my nose; the tears had stopped. "I'm a doctor."
---Claire & Lord John in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 28
Book Category: Courage [Comments]


Her name meant. “It may be; it will happen.” Now it had, and all that was left me for consolation was her words: “She says you must not be troubled; sickness is sent from the gods. It won’t be your fault.”
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 28
Book Category: Foreshadowing [Comments]


Some of them registered awareness of his presence; others stared sightlessly into a distance he knew too well—the infinite prospect of sorrow and despair. All too many were missing. 

He had seen this before, and the ghosts of war and murder dragged at his footsteps as he passed.
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 29
Book Category: Fear - Grief - Anguish - Horror [Comments]


He went, the grief of the place clinging to him like the smoke that permeated clothes and hair. And within his charred heart as he left the camp sprang a small green shoot of selfishness, relief that the grief was—for this time—not his own. His woman still lived. His children were safe.
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 29
Book Category: Fear - Grief - Anguish - Horror [Comments]


"...have you any idea how dangerous a place the eighteenth century was?” 

“No,” Abernathy said dryly. “Though I gather you do. But Claire seemed to manage all right there.”

“She survived,” Roger agreed. “Not much of a sell for a vacation spot, is it, though—‘If your luck’s in, you’ll come back alive?’ ”
---Roger and Joe Abernathy in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 30
Book Category: Danger [Comments]


"A damn wet day for a walk on the moors, but ye know what loons these American tourists are.” Well, he knew what kind of a loon that one was, at least. Curse her thick head and fiendish stubbornness, if she thought she had to do it, why in hell hadn’t she told him?
---Roger in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 31
Book Category: About Brianna [Comments]


The unreality of the situation swept over him all of a sudden. He couldn’t be sitting here, in the comfortable, shabby kitchen he’d known since boyhood, sipping tea from a mug with the Queen’s face painted on the side, discussing sacred stones and time-flight with Fiona. Not Fiona, for God’s sake, whose interests were confined to Ernie and the domestic economy of her kitchen! 

Or so he’d thought.
---Roger in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 31
Book Category: Absurdity [Comments]


This is the grimoire of the witch, Geillis. It is a witch’s name, and I take it for my own; what I was born does not matter, only what I will make of myself, only what I will become.
---Geillis Duncan in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 32
Book Category: Magic - Witches - Supernatural [Comments]


“I can’t take this!” He reached to give it back, but she took a step backward, and put her hands behind her back. 

“Dinna worry, it’s insured,” she said. “Ernie’s a great one for the insurance.” She tried to smile at him, though the tears were running down her face now. “So am I.”
---Roger & Fiona in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 33
Book Category: Uncategorized [Comments]


“Young Jamie!” she exclaimed, startling him with her eagerness. “You’re Young Jamie!” 

“My family calls me so,” he said stiffly, managing to give her the impression that he objected to having the name used wantonly by strange women in unsuitable clothes.
---Brianna & Young Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 34
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


Brianna smiled tentatively, nodding to her aunt—her mother’s friend, her father’s beloved only sister. Oh, please! she thought, suddenly suffused with a longing as intense as it was unexpected. Please like me, please be happy I’m here!
---Brianna in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 34
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


“He left me.” 

The words were spoken without heat, but they fell with the weight of stones in still water, spreading endless ripples of pain and betrayal.
---Laoghaire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 34
Book Category: Imagery [Comments]


That was it, she thought; they were delighted with her not so much for her sake, but for Jamie’s. They loved him, and they were happy not for themselves but for him. That realization brought tears to her eyes.
---Brianna in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 34
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


The plaid cloth was old—she could see the fading along the creases and the wornness at the hem—but carefully kept. It would have been hidden away after Culloden, along with the pistols and the swords, with the pipes and their pibrochs—all the symbols of pride conquered. 

No, not quite conquered, she thought, with a queer small tug at her heart.
---Brianna in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 34
Book Category: Kilts [Comments]


No, not conquered. Not through a thousand years of strife and treachery, and not now. Defeated, scattered, but still surviving. Like Ian, maimed but upright. Like her father, exiled but still a Highlander.
---Brianna in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 34
Book Category: Scots [Comments]


She sat still, and listened, and thought she knew what Jamie Fraser had found here. 

Not loneliness, but solitude. Not suffering, but endurance, the discovery of grim kinship with the rocks and sky. And the finding here of a harsh peace that would transcend bodily discomfort, a healing instead of the wounds of the soul. 

He had perhaps found the cave not a tomb, but a refuge; drawn strength from its rocks, like Antaeus thrown to earth. For this place was part of him, who had been born here, as it was part of her, who had never seen it before.
---Brianna in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 34
Book Category: Isolation and Solitude [Comments]


“He’s strong, and he looks honest!” 

Brianna thought the gentleman in question looked too stupid to be dishonest, but refrained from saying so, merely shaking her head emphatically.
---Brianna & Young Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 35
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


Brianna looked down and found the decision made for her. 

“Oh, dear,” she murmured, seeing the neat white parting down the middle of the small head that bent in a deep curtsy before her. “A puppy.”
---Brianna in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 35
Book Category: Sympathy [Comments]


She took a deep breath and drew herself up to her full height. Well, and if you came right down to it, she thought, she was as much a Fraser as her cousin. Let them find out just how stubborn a rock could be.
---Brianna in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 35
Book Category: Stubbornness [Comments]


“She’s eaten my food,” Brianna said, with as much assurance as she could conjure up. “She’s mine.” 

Rather to her surprise, this statement finally put a stop to the argument.
---Brianna in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 35
Book Category: Uncategorized [Comments]


“They say it’s a wise bairn that kens its father, but I dinna think there’s much doubt who yours is, lass. Ye might have had the lang nebbit and red locks from anyone, but ye didna get the stubbornness from any man but Jamie Fraser.”
---Ian in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 35
Book Category: Stubbornness [Comments]


He knew all about the sale of lands that forced small crofters off the lands their families had tended for hundreds of years, all about the dreadful conditions of penury and starvation in the cities, the simple insupportableness of life in Scotland in these days. And not all his years of reading and study had prepared him for the look of that woman’s face, her eyes fixed on the fresh-sanded floor, her daughters’ hands clutched hard in her own.
---Roger in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 36
Book Category: Fear - Grief - Anguish - Horror [Comments]


The pale green eyes studied him dispassionately, unblinking. Like a leopard watching a passing wildebeest, Roger thought, wondering whether it would be worth the chase.
---Roger in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 36
Book Category: Imagery [Comments]


Roger turned smartly and went out, without a backward glance. There was a small cold spot at the base of his skull. If he looked back, he knew, he would see that lucent green gaze fixed unwaveringly over the edge of the unread book, taking note of every weakness. 

The cold spot, he thought, was where the teeth would meet.
---Roger in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 36
Book Category: Danger [Comments]


It was a leap of faith- to throw one's heart across a gulf and trust another to catch it.
---Roger in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 37
Book Category: Love [Comments]


“How old are you?” he asked suddenly. 

He caught the gleam of her eyes, surprised, and then the flash of teeth. 

“Yesterday I was two-and-twenty,” she said dryly. “Today, I’m maybe a hundred.”
---Roger & Morag in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 38
Book Category: Uncategorized [Comments]


Heads he lives, and tails he dies, he thought quite calmly, and did not mean the child below. He marked throat and crotch on the other man; grip and lunge, a blow and heave—the rail was no more than a foot away, the empty realm of the whales beyond.
---Roger in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 39
Book Category: Danger [Comments]


The man might be a devil indeed, one eye closed to human misery, one eye open to the dark. And here Roger stood quite literally between the devil and the deep blue sea, with his fate shining silver in the palm of his hand.
---Roger in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 39
Book Category: Imagery [Comments]


“Behaving as though your spinal column’s been removed is a fair indication of male satisfaction. No very gentle-man-like, maybe, but honest.”
---Roger in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 40
Book Category: Sex [Comments]


"Oh, God!"  He bent his head and kissed her, long and lingering.  She tensed a little, but then her mouth relaxed under his.

"It was all right, then?"

"Oh, Jesus!"

"You certainly swear a lot, for a minister's son," she said, with a faint note of accusation.  "Maybe those old ladies in Inverness were right; you have gone to the devil."

"Not blasphemy," he said.  He put his forehead against her shoulder, breathing in the deep, ripe scent of her, of them.  "Prayers of thanksgiving."
---Brianna & Roger in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 40
Book Category: Sex [Comments]


Brianna hadn’t appreciated her size for most of a life spent looming in the back row of class pictures, but she had begun to feel the advantages of height and strength as she grew older. And the longer she spent in this miserable place, the more advantageous they seemed.
---Brianna in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 40
Book Category: About Brianna [Comments]


She felt a strange sense of déjà vu and realized that her voice was the echo of her mother’s, both in words and tone. The realization was oddly comforting, as though her mother somehow stood behind her, speaking through her.
---Brianna in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 40
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


“You thought I’d found somebody else…and you still came after me?” 

He sighed, anger gone as suddenly as it had come, and wiped the damp hair off his face. 

“I’d have come if you were married to the King of Siam. Bloody woman.”
---Brianna & Roger in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 40
Book Category: Love [Comments]


“Feel my heart,” he said. His voice sounded thick to his own ears. “Tell me if it stops.”
---Roger in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 40
Book Category: Love [Comments]


If asked an hour before, he would have stoutly claimed to be in favor of sexual equality. Under the veneer of modernity, though, there was apparently enough of the Presbyterian minister’s son left to feel that a nice young woman really ought to be an ignoramus on her wedding night.
---Roger in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 40
Book Category: Sex [Comments]


She had expected to be helpless, the object of desire. Instead, she had held him, felt him quiver with need, all his strength leashed for fear of hurting her—hers to unleash as she would. Hers, to touch and rouse, to call to her, to command. 

Nor had she ever thought such tenderness existed as when he cried out and shuddered in her arms, pressing his forehead hard against her own, trusting her with that moment when his strength turned so suddenly to helplessness.
---Brianna in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 40
Book Category: Sex [Comments]


“Being certifiably insane is unfortunately no guarantee that someone is likewise wrong,” Roger said dryly.
---Roger in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 40
Book Category: Depression and Sanity [Comments]


“Well, I’ve heard men say I’m not a one to be met in the dark, poppet, but the women seem to prefer it.” He ran a thick finger down her forearm in play; the red-gold hairs rose at his touch.
---Stephen Bonnet in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 41
Book Category: Uncategorized [Comments]


“You can…call me Da,” he said. His voice was husky; he stopped and cleared his throat. “If—if ye want to, I mean,” he added diffidently. 

“Da,” she said, and felt the smile bloom easily this time, unmarred by tears. “Da. Is that Gaelic?” 

He smiled back, the corners of his mouth trembling slightly. 

“No. It’s only…simple.” And suddenly it was all simple. 

He held out his arms to her. She stepped into them and found that she had been wrong; he was as big as she’d imagined—and his arms were as strong about her as she had ever dared to hope.
---Jamie & Brianna in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 41
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


Raised to believe that British law in the abstract was one of the great achievements of civilization, I had seen a good deal too many of its concrete applications to have much faith in its avatars.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 41
Book Category: Lawyers [Comments]


“I, ah, I wasn’t expecting—” I said idiotically.

Brianna gave me a grin to match her father’s, eyes bright as stars and damp with happiness. 

“Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!”
---Claire & Brianna in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 41
Book Category: In a Different Time [Comments]


Claire knew the flavor of solitude. It was cold as spring water, and not all could drink it; for some it was not refreshment, but mortal chill.
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 42
Book Category: Isolation and Solitude [Comments]


“I think—” he began, then stopped. Would she think him daft? But she was looking up at him, wanting him to say. “The spirits that live there,” he said, a little awkwardly. “They are auld, and they’ve seen men for thousands on thousands of years; they ken us weel, and they’re none so wary of showing themselves. What lives here”—he laid a hand on the trunk of a chestnut tree that rose a hundred feet above them, whose girth measured more than thirty feet around—“they havena seen our like before.”

She nodded, seeming not at all taken back.

“They’re curious, though, aren’t they,” she said, “some of them?” and tipped back her head to look up into the dizzy spiral of the branches overhead. “Don’t you feel them watching, now and then?” 

“Now and then.”
---Jamie & Brianna in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 42
Book Category: Magic - Witches - Supernatural [Comments]


At first he had thought the loneliness would kill him, but once he had learned it would not, he came to value the solitude of the mountainside.
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 42
Book Category: Isolation and Solitude [Comments]


He had won. Claire was his; so was this glorious child—this young woman, he corrected himself, looking at her. But Randall had had the keeping of them for twenty years; there was no doubt he had set his mark on them. But what mark had it been?
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 42
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


"It doesn’t matter what happens; no matter where a child goes—how far or how long. Even if it’s forever. You never lose them. You can’t.”
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 42
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


“Bree? Is that the name ye call your daughter?” he asked. 

“Yes,” I said. “Why?” 

A smile showed briefly on Lindsey’s face. Then he glanced at Jamie, coughed, and buried the smile in his cup. “It’s a Scots word, Sassenach,” Jamie said, a rather wry smile appearing on his own face. “A bree is a great disturbance.”
---Jamie & Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 43
Book Category: About Brianna [Comments]


What a mystery blood was—how did a tiny gesture, a tone of voice, endure through generations like the harder verities of flesh? He had seen it again and again, watching his nieces and nephews grow, and accepted without thought the echoes of parent and grandparent that appeared for brief moments, the shadow of a face looking back through the years—that vanished again into the face that was now.
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 44
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


Brianna was his blood, and his flesh as well. An unspoken promise kept to his own parents; his gift to Claire, and hers to him.
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 44
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


Not for the first time, he found himself wondering about Frank Randall. And what had Randall thought, holding the child of another man—and a man he had no cause to love? 

Perhaps Randall had been the better man, come to that—to harbor a child for her mother’s sake, and not his own; to search her face with joy only in its beauty, and not because he saw himself reflected there. He felt vaguely ashamed, and struck down with greater force to exorcise the feeling.
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 44
Book Category: About Frank [Comments]


It was odd, though pleasant, their three-cornered way of talking; he and the lassie were a bit shy yet with each other—inclined to say personal things to Claire instead, confident that she would pass on their essence; their interpreter in this new and awkward language of the heart.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 44
Book Category: Imagery [Comments]


It was getting overchilly to be having at it in the herb shed or the forest—though he would admit that floundering naked in the huge drifts of yellow chestnut leaves had a certain charm, even if it lacked dignity. 

“Aye, well,” he muttered, smiling slightly to himself. “And when did a man ever worry for his dignity, doin’ that?”
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 44
Book Category: Sex [Comments]


"Oh, coitus interruptus?"

She nodded.

I took a deep breath and blew it out through pursed lips. "There is a word," I said, "for people who depend on that particular method of birth control."

"What's that?" she asked, looking wary.

"Parents," I said.
---Claire & Brianna in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 45
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


"My mother the sex encyclopedia! Do you have any idea how mortifying it is to have your own mother standing up in front of everybody, drawing pictures of penises?”
---Brianna in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 45
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


"It was like lifting his hand from the fur of a handsome ginger cat, only to find himself staring into the unblinking gaze of a tiger."
---Roger in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 46
Book Category: Imagery [Comments]


It was one thing to have been told that Jamie Fraser resembled his daughter. It was another to see Brianna’s bold features transmuted into power by the stamp of years, and fronting a personality not only thoroughly masculine, but fierce in aspect. 

It was like lifting his hand from the fur of a handsome ginger cat, only to find himself staring into the unblinking gaze of a tiger.
---Roger in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 46
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


“What are we going to do?” I said softly, addressing the question to the overwhelming depths of the vast dark sky overhead. 

I heard no sound but the rush of wind in the pine trees; no answer, save the form of my own question—the faint echo of “we” that rang in my ears. That much was true at least; whatever happened, none of us need face things alone. And I supposed that was after all as much answer as I needed, for now.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 47
Book Category: Uncategorized [Comments]


He hesitated, but then tilted his head toward hers and began to chant softly, an odd tuneless song in Gaelic. Jamie was tone-deaf; the song wavered oddly up and down, bearing no resemblance to music, but the rhythm of the words was a comfort to the ear. 

I caught most of the words; a fisher’s song, naming the fish of loch and sea, telling the child what he would bring home to her for food. A hunter’s song, naming birds and beasts of prey, feathers for beauty and furs for warmth, meat to last the winter. It was a father’s song—a soft litany of providence and protection.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 47
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


His features were harsh-cut and bold; hers, a more delicate echo of his heavy, clean-edged bones. Both stubborn, both strong. And both, thank God, mine.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 47
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


I could feel the rage boiling just under his skin. Very understandable, but anger is as volatile as kerosene—bottled under pressure, with no target on which to unleash it. An unwary word of mine might be enough to trigger an explosion. And if he exploded at me, I might either cry or go for his throat—my own mood was far from certain.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 47
Book Category: Anger [Comments]


“Randall,” he said, and his voice was meditative. “The most of what he did to me—I could have stood it.” He spread out the fingers of his right hand; the dressing on the cracked finger shone white. 

“I would have been afraid, been hurt; I would have meant to kill him for doing it. But I could have lived, after, and not felt his touch always on my skin, felt filthy in myself—were it not that he wasna satisfied with my body. He wanted my soul—and he had it.” The white bandage vanished as his fist folded.
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 47
Book Category: Rape [Comments]


I knew what he wanted of me; the same thing I wanted so desperately of him—reassurance. But neither of us had it to give, tonight.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 47
Book Category: Fear - Grief - Anguish - Horror [Comments]


“He stood by me,” I said, sounding choked even to my own ears. “I tried to make him go, but he wouldn’t. And when the baby—when Brianna came—he loved her, Jamie. He wasn’t sure, he didn’t think he could—neither did I—but he truly did. I’m sorry,” I added. 

He took a deep breath and let go of my shoulders. 

“Dinna be sorry for that, Sassenach,” he said gruffly. “Never.”
---Jamie & Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 47
Book Category: About Frank [Comments]


And that was the trouble; not that I’d had another man’s child—but that I’d loved you. And I wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t,” I added, in a softer tone. “He was better than me, Frank was. He could put the past away, at least for Bree’s sake. But for me—” The words caught in my throat and I stopped.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 47
Book Category: Frank and Claire [Comments]


“Aye, well,” he said, as we turned up the path past the pigsty. “I hope Roger Wakefield is a better man than the two of us—Frank and I.” He glanced at me. “Mind ye, if he’s not, I shall beat him to a pudding.” 

Despite myself I laughed. 

“That will be a great help to the situation, I’m sure.”
---Jamie & Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 47
Book Category: About Roger [Comments]


"And then grace came; the necessary vision; the memory of Jack Randall's face in Edinburgh, stricken to bare bone by the knowledge of his brother's death. And he felt once more the gift of pity, calm in its descent as the landing of a dove.

He closed his eyes, feeling the wounds bleed clean again as the succubus drew its claws from his heart."
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 48
Book Category: Forgiveness [Comments]


“Your mother willna let ye come to harm,” he said gruffly. “She’s fought the germs before; I’ve seen her. She didna let them have the better of me, and she willna let them trouble you, either. She’s a verra stubborn person, aye?” 

She laughed, and the choking feeling eased. 

“She’d say it takes one to know one.” 

“I expect she’s right about that.”
---Jamie & Brianna in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 48
Book Category: Stubbornness [Comments]


“There were gallant men who died there; men I loved well. If I didna know their deaths; if I couldna recall them or see them in my mind—then I didna have to think of them as dead. Maybe that was cowardice, maybe not. Perhaps I chose not to remember that day; perhaps I cannot if I would.” He looked down at her, his eyes gone softer, but then turned away, plaid swinging, not waiting for an answer. 

“Afterward—aye, well. Vengeance didna seem important, then. There were a thousand dead men on that field, and I thought I should be one of them in hours. Jack Randall…” He made an odd, impatient gesture, brushing aside the thought of Jack Randall as he might a biting deerfly. “He was one of them. I thought I could leave him to God. Then.”
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 48
Book Category: Culloden [Comments]


She understood then that his promise of protection was in good part illusion. He would kill for her, yes. Or willingly die himself, she had no doubt. He would—if she let him—avenge her honor, destroy her enemies. But he could not defend her from her own child; he was as powerless to save her from that threat as if she had never found him.
---Brianna in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 48
Book Category: Danger [Comments]


“She was ten when our mother died, Jenny was,” he said at last. “It was the day after the funeral when I came into the kitchen and found her kneeling on a stool, to be tall enough to stir the bowl on the table. 

“She was wearing my mother’s apron,” he said softly, “folded up under the arms, and the strings wrapped twice about her waist. I could see she’d been weepin’, like I had, for her face was all stained and her eyes red. But she just went on stirring, staring down into the bowl, and she said to me, ‘Go and wash, Jamie; I’ll have supper for you and Da directly.’ ” 

His eyes closed altogether, and he swallowed once. Then he opened them, and looked down at her again. 

“Aye, I ken fine how strong women are,” he said quietly. “And you’re strong enough for what must be done, m’ annsachd—believe me.”
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 48
Book Category: Strength [Comments]


A surgeon in his way, like her mother. From this odd plateau of remoteness, she could see how much her parents—so wildly different in temperament and manner—were alike in this one respect; that odd ability to mingle compassion with sheer ruthlessness. 

But they were different even in that, she thought; Claire could hold life and death together in her hands, and yet preserve herself, hold aloof; a doctor must go on living, for the sake of her patients, if not for her own sake. Jamie would be ruthless toward himself, as much as—or more than—he would be to anyone else.
---Brianna in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 48
Book Category: About Jamie [Comments]


All might be well, or it might not. But whatever happened, Jamie Fraser would be there, fighting. It was a comfort.
---Brianna in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 48
Book Category: About Jamie [Comments]


If he could not face his own demons, he could not conquer hers.
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 48
Book Category: Strength [Comments]


How to tell her in words, then, what he had learned himself by pain and grace? That only by forgiveness could she forget—and that forgiveness was not a single act, but a matter of constant practice.
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 48
Book Category: Forgiveness [Comments]


Educated in the universities of Paris, confidant of kings and friend to philosophers, still he was a Highlander, born to blood and honor. The body of a warrior and the mind of a gentleman—and the soul of a barbarian, he thought wryly, to whom neither God’s nor mortal law stood more sacred than the ties of blood. 

Yes, there was forgiveness; she must find a way to forgive the man, for her own sake. But he was a different matter. 

“ ‘Vengeance is mine, sayeth the Lord.’ ” He whispered it to himself. Then he looked up, away from the safe small glow of hearth and home, to the flaming glory of the stars above. 

“The hell it is,” he said, aloud, shamed but defiant. It was ungrateful, he knew. And wrong, forbye. But there it was, and no use to lie either to God or to himself about it.
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 48
Book Category: Vengeance [Comments]


Though on reflection, exposure to a two-year-old boy was probably the best possible object lesson in the dangers of motherhood, I thought wryly.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 49
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


“I know what it is to bear a child. I know what it is to have your body and your mind and your soul taken from you and changed without your will. I know what it is to be ripped out of the place you thought was yours, to have choice taken from you. I know what it is, do you hear me? and it isn’t something anyone should do without being willing.”
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 49
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


Two miracles I had been given, carried beneath my heart, born of my body, held in my arms, separated from me and part of me forever. I knew much too well that neither death nor time nor distance ever altered such a bond—because I had been altered by it, once and forever changed by that mysterious connection.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 49
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


“Ye’ve only the twa choices now, Auntie,” he murmured in my ear. “Douse them both wi’ a pan o’ cold water, or come away with me and leave them to it. I’ve seen Uncle Jamie and my Mam go at it before. Believe me, ye dinna want to step between two Frasers wi’ their dander up. My Da said he’s tried once or twice, and got the scars to prove it.”
---Young Ian in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 50
Book Category: Anger [Comments]


“What am I to do?” he demanded, without preamble. 

“Apologize,” I said. 

“Apologize?” His hair seemed to be standing on end, though it was likely only the effects of the wind. “But I havena done anything wrong!” 

“Well, what difference does that make?” I said, exasperated. “You asked me what you should do, and I told you.”
---Jamie & Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 50
Book Category: Forgiveness [Comments]


I should be able to do something, to say something. I should be able to help them, to take care of them. But I could do nothing. I could not help one without betraying the other—had already betrayed them both. I had sold Jamie’s honor to keep him safe, and the doing of it had taken Roger and destroyed Bree’s happiness. 

I could go to neither of them now. All I could do was to stand there, feeling my heart crumble into small, jagged chunks.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 50
Book Category: Choices [Comments]


Safety wasn’t what mattered; love was. If he’d cared for safety, he wouldn’t have crossed that desperate void to begin with.
---Roger in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 51
Book Category: Love [Comments]


There were a lot of things she didn’t mean to think about until later; one more wouldn’t hurt.
---Brianna in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 52
Book Category: Procrastination [Comments]


She couldn’t lie in bed mourning what was lost; it was no longer anyone’s job to protect her. The job of protector was hers, now.
---Brianna in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 52
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


His voice was soft and even, and his face calm when I turned to look, but I seemed to see the surface of a dark Scottish pool reflected in his eyes, the water ruffled as though something heavy had just sunk below.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 53
Book Category: Imagery [Comments]


“Stephen Bonnet is a wicked creature,” he said precisely, “and I shall kill him at the first opportunity I have. But I dinna see how I can blame him for my own failings as a man.”
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 53
Book Category: Guilt [Comments]


For the first time, he thought he understood what it was that made Claire Randall tick; made her walk onto battlefields, to lay her hands on wounded men. To ease pain and death in another was to soothe the fear of it in oneself—and to soothe his own fear, he would do almost anything.
---Roger in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 54
Book Category: About Claire [Comments]


She’d drawn him in three-quarter profile, head turned to listen as he tuned his guitar strings. It was no more than a sketch, but it caught the line of head and body with a rightness that memory confirmed. She could look at this and conjure him, bring him close enough almost to touch.
---Brianna in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 55
Book Category: Separation [Comments]


“My sin was to love her,” Alexandre said, very softly, “and that I cannot stop.”
---Alexandre in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 56
Book Category: Love [Comments]


Only that I have been a hunter— and I have been hunted. Ye ken how when something strange is near, the birds stop singing, and there is a stillness in the wood?” 

He nodded toward the village, eyes fixed on the swirl of smoke as though some shape might emerge from it. 

“There is a stillness there. Something is happening that I canna see. I dinna think it is to do with us—and yet…I am uneasy,” he said abruptly. “And I have lived too long to dismiss such a feeling.”
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 57
Book Category: Danger [Comments]


Was it truly a dream I would tell her, or a memory like these, brought to life on the wings of smoke from a burning tree? It didn’t matter; here, all my memories were dreams.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 57
Book Category: In a Different Time [Comments]


“He was a stranger,” she said softly. “But he didn’t know he was a stranger. I think he never understood.”
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 57
Book Category: In a Different Time [Comments]


"Well, she was Scottish too- 'Well, half,' she muttered, cupping a hand over her belly- and entitled to her own stubbornness. They were coming back. All of them; mother, father, Roger. If it felt as though that conviction were made of feathers rather than iron...still it was hers. And she was hanging on to it like a raft, until they pried her fingers off and let her sink."
---Brianna in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 58
Book Category: Stubbornness [Comments]


"This be Lord John William Grey, of Mount Josiah plantation in Virginia." Phaedre rolled out the syllables with great ceremony, though seeming rather disappointed by the unfortunately brief and simple names of the lord. She would, Brianna knew, have preferred a Lord FitzGerald Vandlandingham Walthamstead if she could have got one."
---Phaedre in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 58
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


No, they couldn’t, she thought, with a kind of despair. They couldn’t leave her alone. They were Scots, kindly but practical, and with an iron conviction of their own rightness—the same conviction that had got half of them killed or exiled after Culloden.
---Brianna in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 58
Book Category: Scots [Comments]


“Ah? Well, while I admire the boldness of your strategy, Miss Fraser—may I call you ‘my dear’?—I regret to inform you that your tactics do not suit the terrain upon which you’ve chosen to employ them.”
---Brianna in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 58
Book Category: Uncategorized [Comments]


“It doesn’t matter what I do. I’m doomed. They’ll have me married off to somebody, no matter what I do!” 

“You must give me leave to doubt that,” he said. His smile quirked sideways, a little painfully. 

“From what I have seen of you, you have your mother’s bluntness and your father’s sense of honor. Either would be sufficient to preserve you from such entrapment.”
---Lord John & Brianna in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 58
Book Category: Uncategorized [Comments]


She wasn’t sure if this was expiation or exultation—a need to share the discomfort her parents might be facing, or some more pagan rite—a need to lose herself by joining in the ferocity of the elements. Either or both, it didn’t matter; she stepped deliberately under the spout of the gutter, letting the water pound against her scalp and soak her hair and shoulders.
---Brianna in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 58
Book Category: Guilt [Comments]


“I do like women,” he said, exasperated. “I admire and honor them, and for several of the sex I feel considerable affection—your mother among them, though I doubt the sentiment is reciprocated. I do not, however, seek pleasure in their beds. Do I speak plainly enough?”
---Lord John in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 58
Book Category: Men and Women [Comments]


"But before you startle Farquard Campbell into an apoplexy with your notion of a suitable marriage contract, I beg you sit with me for a moment and share the processes of your most remarkable brain."
---Lord John in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 59
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


"I am honored to be the recipient of his esteem," he said shortly. "However, that esteem would very shortly cease to exist, upon Jamie Fraser's discovering that his daughter was serving as consort and brood mare to a degenerate sodomite."
---Lord John in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 59
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


" 'Suggested,' she says," he muttered. "Public denunciation? The pillory? Suggested? "
---Lord John in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 59
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


"I hated him for as long as I could. But then I realized that loving him...that was part of me, and one of the best parts. It didn't matter that he couldn't love me, that had nothing to do with it. But if I could not forgive him, then I could not love him, and that part of me was gone. And I found eventually that I wanted it back."
---Lord John in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 59
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


“And here you come offering me your innocent body, with its echoes of his flesh—and add to that the promise of giving me a child who would mingle my blood with his—and all this, because your honor will not let you wed a man you love, or love a man you wed.” He broke off and sank his head in his hands. 

“Child, you would make an angel weep, and God knows I am no angel!”
---Lord John in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 59
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


“I could forgive his not wanting me,” he said, with quiet bitterness. “But I couldn’t forgive him for making me use him in that fashion. Not forcing me merely to hurt him, but to degrade him. He could not merely refuse to acknowledge my feeling; he must destroy it. It was too much.”
---Lord John in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 59
Book Category: Jamie and John [Comments]


“You’re right, I think. To live with someone you love, knowing that they tolerate the relation only for the sake of obligation—no, I wouldn’t do it, either. Were it only a matter of convenience and respect on both sides, then yes; such a marriage is one of honor. As long as both parties are honest—” His mouth twisted briefly as he glanced in the direction of the servants’ quarters. “There is no need for shame on either side.”
---Lord John in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 59
Book Category: Love [Comments]


"You were expecting the 78th Hieland regiment?" Fraser asked sarcastically....."I brought whiskey."
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 60
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


He had thought he would be hollow forever, but suddenly there was something there; something small, but very solid. Something he could hold in the cup of his heart. Brianna. He had her back.
---Roger in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 60
Book Category: Love [Comments]


Dying with the reassurance that Brianna loved him was better than dying without it—but he hadn’t wanted to die in the first place.
---Roger in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 60
Book Category: Love [Comments]


He’d killed men when he must, and mostly their ghosts let him sleep at night with no great rattling of bones. Dougal’s death, though, was one that he had lived through more than once, and woke from sweating, with the sound of those last silent words of Dougal’s ringing in his ears; words mouthed in blood.
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 60
Book Category: Death [Comments]


She was entirely calm, no more than a conduit for the ancient savagery that men call motherhood, who mistake its tenderness for weakness.
---Brianna in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 61
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


You asked me once whether it was right to kill in revenge of the great Wrong done you.  I tell you  that you must not.  For the sake of your Soul, for the sake of your own Life, you must find the grace of forgiveness.  Freedom is hard won, but it is not the fruit of Murder.
---Jamie in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 62
Book Category: Forgiveness [Comments]


"I saw how they looked at each other. I never saw her look at Frank Randall that way—or him at her.” 

“Ah, yes.” A small gust of bleakness swept through him. He’d seen that look once or twice; the first time, he had wanted desperately to put a knife through Claire Randall’s heart. 

“Do you know how rare such a thing is?” he asked quietly. “That peculiar sort of mutual passion?” The one-sided kind was common enough.
---Lord John & Brianna in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 62
Book Category: Love [Comments]


"At this point, you will be totally destitute and lacking in property, which appears to be your chief desire, second only to preventing any possibility of personal happiness by ensuring that you cannot marry the man you love.”
---Lord John in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 63
Book Category: Absurdity [Comments]


“When we heard that there were two riders coming, and one of them Jamie, we feared lest something had happened to your nephew, or MacKenzie. Somehow, it occurred to neither of us to think that anything had happened to you.” 

“I’m immortal,” she murmured, peering alternately into his eyes. “Didn’t you know?”
---Claire & Lord John in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 63
Book Category: About Claire [Comments]


“I promised I’d listen to him first.” She cast a narrow eye at Lord John. “Though I still say it’s emotional blackmail.” 

“So much more effective than any other kind,” he agreed.
---Lord John & Brianna in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 63
Book Category: Uncategorized [Comments]


“Beyond the state of my bowels, I have no secrets from you, madame.”
---Lord John in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 63
Book Category: Humor [Comments]


“I confess to some gratitude at your prompt arrival,” he said, letting her ease him back onto the pillows and smooth his bedding. “I have barely survived the experience of being your daughter’s nursemaid; I fear serving as her midwife would finish me completely.”
---Lord John in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 63
Book Category: About Brianna [Comments]


It’s like baseball,” I assured her. “Long stretches of boredom, punctuated by short periods of intense activity.” 

She laughed, then stopped abruptly, grimacing. 

“Ugh. Intense, yeah. Whew.” She smiled, a little lopsidedly. “At least at baseball games you get to drink beer and eat hot dogs in the boring parts.”
---Claire & Brianna in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 64
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


“I’ll trust you to take care of them,” he said quietly to me, with a nod toward the wagon, where two bright heads bent together in mutual absorption over the bundle in Brianna’s lap. 

“You may,” I said, and pressed his hand. “I’ll trust you, too.” He lifted my hand to his lips, briefly, smiled at me, and rode away without looking back.
---Claire & Lord John in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 65
Book Category: Trust and Respect [Comments]


She was interrupted by a loud thud and an equally loud grunt, as a heavy body struck the wall outside.                                      

"Treat her badly and I'll rip your balls off and cram them down your throat, " Jamie's voice said softly, in Gaelic.

I glanced at Brianna, and saw that her mastery of Gaelic was sufficient to have appreciated the gist of this. Her mouth opened, but she did not get a word out.

There was the sound of a quick scuffle outside, ending in an even louder thump, as of a head striking logs.

Roger didn't have Jamie's air of quiet menace but his voice rang with sincerity.  "Lay hands on me once more, you fucking sod, and I'll stuff your head back up your arse where it came from!"

There was a moment's silence, and then the sound of feet moving off. A moment later, Jamie made a Scottish noise deep in his throat, and moved off too.

Brianna's eyes were round as she looked at me.

"Testosterone poisoning," I said, with a shrug.
---Jamie & Roger in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 66
Book Category: War, Fighting and Violence [Comments]


Nayawenne had told me that the scent of carnivore urine would keep rabbits away—and a man who ate meat was nearly as good as a mountain lion, to say nothing of being more biddable.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 66
Book Category: Animals [Comments]


MacKenzie, I thought suddenly. Viking beasts, bloody-minded and big. And saw the third echo of that flaming heritage blaze up in Brianna’s eyes, the only thing alive in her face.
---Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 66
Book Category: Tension [Comments]


“You are blood of my blood,” he said softly, “and bone of my bone. I claim thee as my son before all men, from this day forever.”
---Roger in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 66
Book Category: Children, Parenthood and Family [Comments]


“I’ve seen a marriage made from obligation—and I’ve seen one made for love. If I hadn’t—” She stopped and swallowed, then went on, looking at Roger. “If I hadn’t seen both, I could have lived with obligation. But I have seen both—and I won’t.”
---Brianna in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 66
Book Category: Love [Comments]


He knew now. He’d come back because he couldn’t live on the other side. If it were guilt over abandoning them—or the simple knowledge that he would die without her…either or both, take your choice. He knew what he was giving up, and none of it bloody mattered; he had to be here, that was all.
---Roger in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 67
Book Category: Love [Comments]


“Did Frank Randall not love you as his own? Take you as the child of his heart, knowing you were the blood of another man, and one he’d good reason to hate?” 

He took her other shoulder and gave her a little shake. 

“Did that redheaded bastard not love your mother more than life? And love you enough to sacrifice even that love to save you?” 

She made a small, choked noise, and a pang went through him at the sound, but he would not release her. 

“If you believe it of them,” he said, his voice little more than a whisper, “then by God you must believe it of me. For I am a man like them, and by all I hold holy, I do love you.”
---Brianna & Roger in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 67
Book Category: Love [Comments]


Now he stood before her for the first time naked in the light, and she sat there watching him with a baby in her arms. Which of them had changed more, since their wedding night?
---Roger in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 67
Book Category: Reunion [Comments]


“It was a long time ago,” I said softly. 

“And a long time,” he said. “I am a jealous man, but not a vengeful one. I would take you from him, my Sassenach—but I wouldna take him from you.”
---Jamie & Claire in Drums of Autumn, Chapter 71
Book Category: Frank and Claire [Comments]