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To see the years touch ye gives me joy, Sassenach,” he whispered, “—for it means that ye live.”

He lifted his hand and let my hair fall slowly from his fingers, brushing my face, skimming my lips, floating soft and heavy on my neck and shoulders, lying like feathers at the tops of my breasts.

Mo nighean donn,” he whispered, “mo chridhe, My brown lass, my heart.”

Come to me. Cover me. Shelter me, a bhean, heal me. Burn with me, as I burn for you.”

I lay on him, covered him, my skin, his bone, and still—still!—that fierce bright core of flesh to join us. I let my hair fall down around us both, and in the fire-shot cavern of its darkness, whispered back.

Until we two be burned to ashes.”

— Jamie and Claire


  1. And people wonder why I'm an Obsessenach!!

    1. I love that term! I need to steal it and start using it!! And I totally understand. Diana Gabaldon is an amazing storyteller!


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