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  • QOTD for Wednesday, January 21, 2015 -- CindyG, 22:53:55 01/20/15 Tue
    The following quote is taken from Voyager by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 28, Virtue's Guardian. Copyright © 1994 by Diana Gabaldon, All Rights Reserved.

    “'Almost fifteen!' Young Ian corrected, sitting up and looking interested.
    'Well, that is certainly sufficient,' Fergus said, with a glance at Madame Jeanne for confirmation. 'Your brothers were no older when I first brought them here, and they acquitted themselves honorably.'
    'You what?' Jamie goggled at his protégé.
    'Well, someone had to,' Fergus said, with slight impatience. 'Normally, a boy’s father—but of course, le Monsieur is not—meaning no disrespect to your esteemed father, of course,' he added, with a nod to Young Ian, who nodded back like a mechanical toy, 'but it is a matter for experienced judgment, you understand?'
    'Now'—he turned to Madame Jeanne, with the air of a gourmand consulting the wine steward—'Dorcas, do you think, or Penelope?'
    'No, no,' she said, shaking her head decidedly, 'it should be the second Mary, absolutely. The small one.'
    'Oh, with the yellow hair? Yes, I think you are right,' Fergus said approvingly. 'Fetch her, then.'
    Jeanne was off before Jamie could manage more than a strangled croak in protest. 'But—but—the lad canna—' he began.
    'Yes, I can,' Young Ian said. 'At least, I think I can.' It wasn’t possible for his face to grow any redder, but his ears were crimson with excitement, the traumatic events of the day completely forgotten.
    'But it’s—that is to say—I canna be letting ye—' Jamie broke off and stood glaring at his nephew for a long moment. Finally, he threw his hands up in the air in exasperated defeat. 'And what am I to say to your mother?' he demanded, as the door opened behind him.
    Framed in the door stood a very short young girl, plump and soft as a partridge in her blue silk chemise, her round sweet face beaming beneath a loose cloud of yellow hair. At the sight of her, Young Ian froze, scarcely breathing.
    When at last he must draw breath or die, he drew it, and turned to Jamie. With a smile of surpassing sweetness, he said, 'Well, Uncle Jamie, if I were you'—his voice soared up in a sudden alarming soprano, and he stopped, clearing his throat before resuming in a respectable baritone—'I wouldna tell her. Good night to ye, Auntie,' he said, and walked purposefully forward."


    I know this is a little long, but I hope you will all forgive me such a tantalizing Wednesday quote! The first time is always special, right?

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  • QOTD for Tuesday, January 20, 2015 -- CindyG, 20:59:39 01/19/15 Mon
    The following quote is taken from Voyager by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 27, Up in Flames. Copyright © 1994 by Diana Gabaldon, All Rights Reserved.

    "Young Ian, though, was the focus of attention, as multiple heads came popping out of the drawing room in response to the noise Bruno was making. With his singed hair, swollen red face, beaky nose, and lashless, blinking eyes, he strongly resembled the fledgling young of some exotic bird species—a newly hatched flamingo, perhaps. His face could scarcely grow redder, but the back of his neck flamed crimson, as the sound of feminine giggles followed us up the stairs.

    Safely ensconced in the small upstairs sitting room, with the door closed, Ian turned to face his hapless offspring.

    'Going to live, are ye, ye wee bugger?' he demanded.

    'Aye, sir,' Young Ian replied in a dismal croak, looking rather as though he wished the answer were “No.”

    'Good,' his father said grimly. 'D’ye want to explain yourself, or shall I just belt hell out of ye now and save us both time?'"

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  • QOTD for Monday, January 19, 2015 -- CindyG, 21:26:49 01/18/15 Sun
    The following quote is taken from Voyager by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 26, Whore's Brunch. Copyright © 1994 by Diana Gabaldon, All Rights Reserved.

    "The door opened very slowly, and after quite a long pause, a head poked its way through the opening, much in the manner of a snail emerging from its shell after a hailstorm.

    It was topped with an ill-cut shag of dark brown hair so thick that the cropped edges stuck out like a shelf above a pair of large ears. The face beneath was long and bony; rather pleasantly homely, save for a pair of beautiful brown eyes, soft and huge as a deer’s, that rested on me with a mingled expression of interest and hesitancy.

    The head and I regarded each other for a moment.

    'Are you Mr. Malcolm’s … woman?' it asked.

    'I suppose you could say so,' I replied cautiously. This was obviously not the chambermaid with my breakfast. Neither was it likely to be one of the other employees of the establishment, being evidently male, though very young. He seemed vaguely familiar, though I was sure I hadn’t seen him before. I pulled the sheet a bit higher over my breasts. 'And who are you?' I inquired.

    The head thought this over for some time, and finally answered, with equal caution, 'Ian Murray.'"



    I just loved how Claire refers to him as "the head" until Ian tells her who he is.

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  • QOTD for Sunday, January 18, 2015 -- CindyG, 21:10:19 01/17/15 Sat
    The following quote is taken from Voyager by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 5, To Us A Child is Given. Copyright © 1994 by Diana Gabaldon, All Rights Reserved.

    "'D’ye want to see him?'
    'Oh, a him, is it?' With hands experienced by years of unclehood, he lifted the tiny package and cuddled it against himself, pushing back the flap of blanket that shaded its face.
    Its eyes were closed tight shut, the lashes not visible in the deep crease of the eyelids. The eyelids themselves lay at a sharp angle above the flushed smooth rounds of the cheeks, giving promise that it might—in this one recognizable feature, at least—resemble its mother.
    The head was oddly lumpy, with a lopsided appearance that made Jamie think uncomfortably of a kicked-in melon, but the small fat mouth was relaxed and peaceful, the moist pink underlip quivering faintly with the snore attendant on the exhaustion of being born.
    'Hard work, was it?' he said, speaking to the child, but it was the mother who answered him.
    'Aye, it was,' Jenny said. 'There’s whisky in the armoire—will ye fetch me a glass?'"


    And so we meet young Ian!

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  • QOTD for Saturday, January 17, 2015 -- Lady Linda, 17:01:35 01/16/15 Fri
    The following quote is taken from An Echo in the Bone by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 35, TICONDEROGA, Copyright © 2009 by Diana Gabaldon, All Rights Reserved.

           “Oh, just part of the general decline.” I said, trying to make a joke of it. I flexed my right arm, gingerly, feeling a twinge in the elbow. “Things don’t bend quite so easily as they used to. And other things hurt. Sometimes I think I’m falling apart.”

           Jamie closed one eye and regarded me.

           “I’ve felt like that since I was about twenty,” he observed. “Ye get used to it.” He stretched, making his spine give off a series of muffled pops, and held out a hand. “Come to bed, a nighean. Nothing hurts when ye love me.

           He was right, nothing did.

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  • QOTD for Friday, January 16, 2015 -- Lady Linda, 16:41:20 01/15/15 Thu
    The following quote is taken from A Breath of Snow and Ashes by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 98, To Keep A Ghost At Bay , Copyright © 2005 by Diana Gabaldon, All Rights Reserved.

           “He loves you. Ye ken that, aye?” He spoke very quietly; I heard the reverberation of the words in his chest, as much as the words themselves.

           “He said he did.” I felt a tightness in the throat, recalling that very direct gray look. Tom Christie was a man who said what he meant, and meant what he said---a man like Jamie, in that regard at least.

           Jamie was quiet for what seemed a long time. Then he sighed, and turned his head so his cheek rested against my hair; I heard the faint rasp of his whiskers.

           “Sassenach---I would have done the same, and counted my life well lost, if it saved ye. If he feels the same, then ye’ve done nay wrong to him, to take your life from his hand.”

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  • QOTD for Thursday, January 15, 2015 -- Lady Linda, 17:38:15 01/14/15 Wed
    The following quote is taken from The Fiery Cross by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 111, And Yet Go Out To Meet It, Copyright © 2001 by Diana Gabaldon, All Rights Reserved.

            Jamie’s hand still lay on mine. It tightened a little, and I glanced at him, but his eyes were still fixed somewhere past the dooryard; past the mountains, and the distant clouds. His grip tightened further, and I felt the edges of my ring press into my flesh.

           “When the day shall come, that we do part, he said softly, and turned to look at me, “if my last words are not, ‘I love you’---ye’ll ken it was because I didna have time.”

           Hands down my favorite quote from this book.

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  • QOTD for Wednesday, January 14, 2015 -- Lady Linda, 17:51:27 01/13/15 Tue
    The following quote is taken from Drums of Autumn by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 21, Night on a Snowy Mountain, Copyright © 1997 by Diana Gabaldon, All Rights Reserved.

           “Really?” That was a little startling; I too had dreamt of Brianna in our icy shelter---something I seldom did.

           “I did wonder . . .” Jamie hesitated for a moment. “Has she a birthmark, Sassenach? And, if so, did ye tell me of it?”

           “She does,” I said slowly, thinking. “I don’t think I ever told you about it, though; it isn’t visible most of the time, so it’s been years since I noticed it myself. It’s a ---“

           His hand tightening on my shoulder stopped me.

           “It’s a wee brown mark, shaped like a diamond,” he said. “Just behind her left ear. Isn’t it?”

           “Yes, it is.” It was warm and cozy in bed, but a small coolness on the back of my neck made me shiver suddenly. “Did you see that in your dream?”

           “I kissed her there,” he said softly.

           Obviously not the usual type of Wednesday quote but it is one of my favorites from the fourth book in the series.

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  • QOTD for Tuesday, January 13, 2015 -- Lady Linda, 17:10:33 01/12/15 Mon
    The following quote is taken from Voyager by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 24, A. Malcolm, Printer, Copyright © 1994 by Diana Gabaldon, All Rights Reserved.

           He splayed a hand out over the photographs, trembling fingers not quite touching the shiny surfaces, and then he turned and leaned toward me, slowly, with the improbable grace of a tall tree falling. He buried his face in my shoulder and went very quietly and thoroughly to pieces.

           I held him to my breast, arms tight around the broad, shaking shoulders, and my own tears fell on his hair, making small dark patches in the ruddy waves. I pressed my cheek against the top of his head, and murmured small incoherent things to him as though he were Brianna. I thought to myself that perhaps it was like surgery---even when an operation is done to repair existing damage, the healing is still painful.

           “Her name?” He raised his face at last, wiping his nose on the back of his hand. He picked up the pictures again, gently, as though they might disintegrate at his touch. “What did ye name her?”

           “Brianna,” I said proudly.

           “Brianna?” he said, frowning at the pictures. “What an awful name for a wee lassie!”

           Speaking of wee. This went a wee bit long and I am afraid that Judie will dock my pay! LOL!

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  • Thank you, quoters! -- Judie, 07:14:52 01/13/15 Tue
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    You keep the joint going!

    Please feel free to take another week. :D

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  • QOTD for Monday, January 12, 2015 -- Lady Linda, 17:01:31 01/11/15 Sun
    The following quote is taken from Dragonfly In Amber by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 29, To Grasp The Nettle, Copyright © 1992 by Diana Gabaldon, All Rights Reserved.

            “That was the entrance, once,” he said. “The rocks fell once before, and sealed this place.” He turned back and rested a hand on the rocky outcrop that shielded the lovers from the light.

           “They must have felt their way around the cave, hand in hand,” I said. “Looking for a way out, in the dust and the dark.”

           “Aye.” He rested his forehead against the stone, eyes closed. “And the light was gone, and the air failed them. And so they lay down in the dark to die.” The tears made wet tracks through the dust on his cheeks. I brushed a hand beneath my own eyes, and took his free hand, carefully weaving my fingers with his.

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  • QOTD for Sunday, January 11, 2015 -- Lady Linda, 18:48:14 01/10/15 Sat
    The following quote is taken from Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 17, We Meet A Beggar, Copyright © 1991 by Diana Gabaldon, All Rights Reserved.

            “Ah, that’s it,” he said finally, in the satisfied tones of a man who has solved a difficult puzzle. “Now I know what ye mind me of, lad.” He turned to me.

           “Ever seen a red stag near the end of the rutting season, lass?” he said confidentially. “The poor beasts dinna sleep nor eat for several weeks, because they canna spare the time, between fightin’ off the other stags and serving the does. By the end o’ the season, they’re naught but skin and bones. Their eyes are deep-sunk in their heads, and the only part o’ them that doesna shake wi’ palsy is their-----“

           The last of this was lost in a chorus of laughter as Jamie pulled me up the stairs. We did not come down to supper.

           No special theme this week. Just one quote from each of the first seven books.

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  • Quote of the Day for Saturday, January 10, 2015 -- Rita, 20:53:06 01/09/15 Fri
    The following quote is taken from Written In my Own Heart’s Blood by Diane Gabaldon, Chapter 91: "Keeping Score". Copyright (c) 2014 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

    Jamie saw the Greys out of the house and came back with an air of grim satisfaction. I would have laughed if it hadn’t hurt to do it, but settled for smiling at him.
    Your son, your nephew, your wife,” I said. “Fraser, three; Grey, nil.”
    He gave me a startled look, but then his face truly relaxed for the first time in days. “You’re feeling better, then,” he said, and, coming across the room, bent and kissed me. “Talk daft to me some more, aye?”

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  • Quote of the Day for Friday, January 9, 2015 -- Rita, 20:09:05 01/08/15 Thu
    The following quote is taken from Written In my Own Heart’s Blood by Diane Gabaldon, Chapter 88: "A Whiff of Roquefort". Copyright (c) 2014 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

    “If that’s the case,” I said, “then presumably he’ll come back, once he’s either found them or given up looking for them. Wouldn’t he? Would he go AWOL over them—er … absent without leave, I mean?”
    “He wouldn’t have to risk that,” Hal said. “He’s been relieved of duty.”
    “What?” John exclaimed, rounding on his brother. “What the devil for?”
    Hal sighed, exasperated. “Leaving camp when he was ordered to stay there in the middle of a battle, what else? Getting into a fight with another officer, ending up at the bottom of a ravine with a dent in his skull through being in the wrong place at the wrong time, and in general being a bloody nuisance.”
    “You’re right, he is your son,” I said to Jamie, amused. He snorted, but didn’t look altogether displeased.

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  • Quote of the Day for Thursday, January 8, 2015 -- Rita, 02:50:38 01/08/15 Thu
    The following quote is taken from Written In my Own Heart’s Blood by Diane Gabaldon, Chapter 88: "A Whiff of Roquefort". Copyright (c) 2014 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

    “And I do, of course, wish to retrieve my nephew, William—should he in fact be with Richardson. My brother informs me that you have doubts as to the probability of this being the case?”
    “I do,” Jamie said shortly. “My son is not a fool, nor a weakling.” I caught the faint emphasis on “my son,” and so did both Greys, who stiffened slightly. “He wouldna go off on some feeble pretext, nor would he allow someone of whom he was suspicious to take him captive.”
    “You have a bloody lot of faith in a boy you haven’t seen since he was six,” Hal observed conversationally.
    Jamie smiled, with considerable rue.
    “I had the making of him until he was six,” he said, and turned his gaze on John. “I ken what he’s made of. And I ken who shaped him after that. Tell me I’m wrong, my lord.”

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  • Quote of the Day for Wednesday, January 7, 2015 -- Rita, 03:38:13 01/07/15 Wed
    The following quote is taken from Drums of Autumn by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 27: "Trout Fishing in America". Copyright (c) 1997 by Diana Gabaldon. Chapter 45. Fifty-Fifty.

    It wasn’t stubbornness, nor even loyalty, that had made Willie insist on staying at the Ridge. It was love of John Grey, and fear of his loss. And it was the same love that made the boy weep in the night, desperate with worry for his father.
    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.

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  • Quote of the Day for Tuesday, January 6, 2015 -- Rita, 17:04:07 01/05/15 Mon
    The following quote is taken from The Scottish Prisoner by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 39: "The Fog Comes Down". Copyright (c) 2011 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

    Willie clung to him like a leech, trying to burrow into his chest, and he wrapped his arms tight around the boy, too overcome to speak.
    To this point, he could not really have said that he loved William. Feel the terror of responsibility for him, yes. Carry thought of him like a gem in his pocket, certainly, reaching now and then to touch it, marveling. But now he felt the perfection of the tiny bones of William’s spine through his clothes, smooth as marbles under his fingers, smelled the scent of him, rich with the incense of innocence and the faint tang of shit and clean linen. And thought his heart would break with love.

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  • Quote of the Day for Monday, January 5, 2015 -- Rita, 18:02:25 01/04/15 Sun
    The following quote is taken from The Scottish Prisoner by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 5. Why Am Not I at Peace? Copyright (c) 2011 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

    He was prey to the most extraordinary array of emotions. For the most part, he succeeded in keeping his thoughts of William strictly confined, though he thought of him every day. He seldom saw the child, and when he did, it was only as a glimpse of a woolly bundle in the arms of Nanny Elspeth or Peggy, the nursemaid, taking the air on one of the balconies. He had accustomed himself to thinking of William as a sort of small, glowing light in his mind, something like the flame of a wax candle lit before a saint’s statue in a dark chapel. He couldn’t afford such a candle, and wouldn’t be allowed into the Helwater chapel, but liked to imagine himself lighting one when he said his prayers at night. He would watch the flame catch and swell, wavering a bit and then growing tall and still. He would go to sleep then and feel it burn, a peaceful watch fire in his heart.

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  • Quote of the Day for Sunday, January 4, 2015 -- Rita, 21:18:18 01/03/15 Sat
    The following quote is taken from Written in My Own Heart's Blood by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 113 "Thanks for All the Fish". Copyright© 2014 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

    “You can buy another when we reach Wilmington,” I said practically, returning his favor by unbuttoning his breeks. They slid off his lean hips and fell, puddling round his feet. “It would be lovely for William to know the truth about Bree and her family sometime. Will you tell him?”
    “In the event that he ever comes within speakin’ distance of me without trying to kill me?” One corner of his mouth curled ruefully. “Aye, maybe. But I maybe wouldn’t tell him all the truth.”
    “Well, perhaps not all at once, no,” I agreed. A warm breeze from the window stirred his hair and the tails of his shirt. I fingered the creased linen, warm and damp from his body. “Why don’t you take that off?”
    He looked me over carefully; I was standing now in nothing but my shift and stockings. A slow smile spread into his eyes.
    “Fair’s fair,” he said. “Take yours off, as well, then.”

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  • QOTD for Saturday, January 3, 2015 The following quote is taken from The Scottish Prisoner by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 5 “Why Am Not I at Peace”. Copyright (c) 2011 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved. -- Helka, 23:55:51 01/02/15 Fri

         "Does it taste well?" He asked casually.
    The question of taste appeared not to have occurred to Willie,
    who looked startled and frowned at the nail, as though wondering where it had come from.
         "Es," he said, but uncertainly.
         "Give me a taste, then." He leaned toward the child, putting out his tongue,
    and Willie blinked once, then obligingly reached the nail up.
    Jamie folded his hand very gently around Willie's fist and drew his tongue delicately up the length of the nail.

    It tasted, naturally enough, of iron and horse hoof, but he had to admit that it wasn't a bad taste at all.

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  • QOTD for Thursday, January 2, 2015 The following quote is taken from The Scottish Prisoner by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 11 “Vulgar Curiosity”. Copyright (c) 2011 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved. -- Helka, 02:37:26 01/02/15 Fri

         "He is Scotch and a Highlander, to boot."

         "Meaning what?" She was interested; one brow arched upward. "Is he such a savage as people say Highlanders are?
    Because if so, he apes the gentleman to an amazing degree."

         "James Fraser apes nothing," he assured her, feeling an obscure sense of offense on Fraser's behalf.
    He is—or was—a landed gentleman, and one of breeding, with substantial property and tenants.
    What I meant is that he has . . . " He hesitated, not quite sure how to put it into words.
    ". . . a sense of himself that is quite separate from what society demands. He is inclined to make his own rules."

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  • QOTD for Thursday, January 1, 2015 The following quote is taken from The Scottish Prisoner by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 31 “Betrayal”. copyright (c) 2011 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved. -- Helka, 01:05:55 01/01/15 Thu
    "He can—and will, I'm afraid—use you to accomplish his ends regarding Siverly,
    but those ends do not include either kidnapping or murder, and he intends you no harm.

    In fact—"he hesitated for a moment, but then firmed his jaw and went on,
    eyes fixed on the hands that hung between his knees— "should this venture end in success,
    I think I can promise you that you will . . . benefit from it."

    *************************

    Not exactly a New Year's quote, this is about Jamie ending up in serving someone else's interests. Dougal used him and, in a way, Claire telling about the ens of the Jacobite Cause turned him to work against it, which wouldn't have happened. I'm just waiting for him to finally focus on his own life at the ridge

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  • QOTD for Wednesday, December 31, 2014. The following quote is taken from The Scottish Prisoner by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 1 “April Fool”. -- Helka, 23:23:17 12/30/14 Tue
    Claire was still with him, vivid in his mind, solid in his hands.

    He could imagine that he smelled her hair in the scent of fresh hay.
    The memory of her mouth, those sharp white teeth. . .
    He rubbed his nipple, hard and itching beneath his shirt, and swallowed.

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  • QOTD for Tuesday, December 30, 2014. The following quote is taken from The Scottish Prisoner by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 7 “When a Man is Tired of London, He Is Tired of Life”. -- Helka, 08:13:53 12/30/14 Tue
    He'd imagined it, of course, but God only knew what the reality was. It was big, though;it had to be big. So he'd be prepared.

    Aye, prepared for a prison? he thought.

    The idea of it, of cold stone and small spaces, endless days, months,
    and years in a cage as life and body dwindled inexorably away, shriveled his heart.

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  • QOTD for Monday, December 29, 2014 The following quote is taken from The Scottish Prisoner by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 8 “Debts of Honor”. Copyright (c) 2011 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved. -- Helka, 00:20:57 12/29/14 Mon

         The soft blush had gone from her cheeks. She was pale, and her gentle lips were pressed in a grim line.

         "For the sake of the cause we once shared", she said very quietly , "I pray you, say nothing. Not yet"

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  • QOTD for Sunday, December 28, 2014 The following quote is taken from The Scottish Prisoner by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 31 “Betrayal”. copyright (c) 2011 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved. -- Helka, 00:15:05 12/28/14 Sun

    "Here, Your Grace" said a deep, cold voice, and James Fraser emerged from the library, Edmund Burke's
    A Philosophical Enquiry into the Origin of Our Ideas of the Sublime and Beautiful in his hand.

    "Did you wish to speak with me?"

    Grey had a moment's relief that Fraser had finished the collected disputations of Marcus Tullius Cicero;
    Burke would make much less of a dent in Hal's skull
    if it came to blows—which looked likely at the moment.

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  • Quoters Needed! -- Judie, 10:26:57 12/28/14 Sun
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    I think there are probably 800 pages of quotes in MOBY that folks could use. :D

    Anyone interested? Many weeks available!

    Click on "Contact Forum Admin" link above and send me an e-mail with the weeks you can or cannot do and I'll get back to you. Be sure to include your e-mail address.

    Thanks!

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  • QOTD for Saturday, December 27, 2014 -- kgp, 06:29:36 12/27/14 Sat
    The following quotation is from Lord John and the Brotherhood of the Blade by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2007. All Rights Reserved. Chapter17. In Which a Marriage Takes Place, among Other Things.

    “Grey had located a leg under the silk, straining with effort. Its fellow had to be there somewh- there. He gripped Olivia’s knees in what he hoped was a reassuring fashion, trying not to look at what might be happening between them.

    Suddenly Olivia slid down, pressing against Percy so hard that Grey heard his grunt above the music. Percy gripped her by the shoulders, bracing her disheveled head against his chest. Grey felt a sort of subterranean shudder go through her body, rather like the waves of sound that beat on them, and looked down involuntarily.

    There was a crash nearby as the outer doors were flung open, and to the clash of swords and the cheers of soldiers, a long purple object slithered out into Grey’s hands, accompanied by a gush of fluids that did his cream silk breeches no good at all."

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  • QOTD for Thursday, December 25th, 2014 -- kgp, 18:06:59 12/24/14 Wed
    The following quotation is from A Breath Of Snow And Ashes by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2005. All Rights Reserved. Chapter 115. Nosepicker

    “A difference of opinion,” I repeated.

    “Aye, they thought they’d throw us in the harbor, and we thought they wouldn’t.” He slung a chair round with his boot and sat down on in backward, arms crossed on its back. He looked indecently cheerful, face flushed with sun and laughter.

    “I don’t want to know,” I said, though of course I did. I glanced at Ian, who was still sniggering quietly to himself, and observed that while he was slightly less battered than Jamie, he had one forefinger lodged in his nose up to the knuckle.

    “Have you got a bloody nose, Ian?”

    He shook his head, still giggling. “No, Auntie. Some o’ the Society do, though.”

    “Well, why have you got your finger up your nose, then? Have you picked up a tick or something?”

    “No, he’s keepin’ his brains from falling out,” Jamie said, and went off into another fit.



    ** Not all of us are celebrating Christmas and some of us who are might rather not at present. But all of us could use a laugh. I hope that whatever your day brings, your brains won't fall out of your nose.**

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  • QOTD for Friday, December 26th, 2014 -- kgp, 04:29:39 12/26/14 Fri
    The following quotation is from The Fiery Cross by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2001. All Rights Reserved. Chapter 18. No Place Like Home.

    “He smiled, rubbing the sponge absently over his chest as his eyes traveled over me. His nipples puckered at the chill, dark and stiff among the ruddy, curling hairs, and the damp gleamed on his skin.

    “I like ye fat, Sassenach,” he said softly, “Fat and juicy as a plump wee hen. I like it fine.”

    I might have considered this a simple attempt to remove his foot from his mouth, were it not for the fact that naked men are conveniently equipped with sexual lie detectors. He did like it fine.”

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  • the Space between -- Rowena, 23:20:51 12/22/14 Mon
    hi I dont know if this is the right forum to discuss this ...
    but i just finished The Space Between, bout Michael and Joan. And (Spoiler Warning) just thought that since the comte st germain can travel, does that mean fergus can too?

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  • QOTD for Wednesday, December 24, 2014 -- kgp, 03:07:48 12/24/14 Wed
    The following quotation is from Outlander by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright . All Rights Reserved. Chapter 24. By The Pricking Of My Thumbs.

    “Mmm,” agreed Rupert, his mouth full. Swallowing, he added, “Had a wee bit of a taste for young Jamie here, last time he visited these parts, if I remember rightly. That was when, Dougal? Thirty-eight? Thirty-nine?”

    “Thirty-seven,” Dougal answered from the next table. He narrowed his eyes at his nephew. “Ye were rather a pretty lad at sixteen, Jamie.”

    Jamie nodded, chewing. “Aye. Fast, too.”

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  • QOTD for Tuesday, December 23, 2014 -- kgp, 19:09:35 12/22/14 Mon
    The following quotation is from Drums of Autumn by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 1997. All Rights Reserved. Chapter 45. Fifty-Fifty.

    “You think people plan it? Good God, how many times did I come to that school of yours and give talks about - ”

    “All the time! Every year! 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?

    Her face went the color of the scarlet maples, flushed with the memory.

    “I must not have done it all that well,” I said tartly, “since you seem not to have recognized one when you saw it.”

    Her face jerked toward me, blood in her eye, but then relaxed when she saw that I was joking – or trying to.

    “Right,” she said. “Well, they look different in 3-D.”

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  • QOTD for Monday, December 22, 2014 -- kgp, 16:18:57 12/21/14 Sun
    Posting early - I'm knackered and will be asleep soon.

    The following quotation is from Written In my Own Heart’s Blood by Diane Gabaldon, Copyright 2014. All Rights Reserved. Chapter 69 – Sparrow Fart

    “Jesus, if he thinks he’s a chance in hell of preventing Dorothea from marrying Dr. Hunter . . . I believe I’d pay good money to overhear the conversation when he meets Denzell,” he remarked. “Who would you bet on – given that Hal hasn’t got a regiment at his back to enforce his opinions?”

    “He likely has met him by now. As to odds – Denzell, three to two,” I said, after a moment’s consideration. “He’s got not only God but love – and Dorothea – on his side, and I do think that will outweigh even Hal’s brand of . . . of . . . autocratic conviction?”

    “I’d call it undiluted bastardliness, myself, but, then, I’m his brother. I’m allowed liberties.”

    I chuckled at the chapter title as well. 

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  • QOTD for Sunday, December 21. 2014 -- kgp, 04:09:05 12/21/14 Sun
    The following quotation is from An Echo In The Bone by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2009. All Rights Reserved. Chapter 19. Ae fond Kiss.

    “He was beginning to look a little less shocked, his normal irritation at my lack of womanly decorum drawing his face back into its usual stern lines.

    “Don’t be facetious. I was told that ye were dead,” he said, accusingly. “You and your entire family were burnt up in a fire.”

    Phaedre, delivering the drinks, glanced at me, eyebrows raised.

    “She ain’t looking too crispy round the edges, sir, if you pardon my mention of it.”

    **No theme this week, just things that made me laugh**

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  • Quote of the Day for Saturday, December 20, 2014 - - Swarl -- swarl, 18:12:53 12/19/14 Fri
    Having found out for himself what Jamie is made of, Willie finally dares to confront him with his anger.

    The following quote is taken from Written in My Own Heart's Blood by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 136, "Unfinished Business". Copyright© 2014 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

    "Are you sorry?" he said, and made no effort to keep his voice from shaking. "Are you sorry for it, damn you?"
    Fraser had turned away; now he turned sharply to face William but didn't speak at once. When he did, his voice was low and firm.
    "She died because of it, and I shall sorrow for her death and do penance for my part in it until my own dying day. But —" He compressed his lips for an instant, and then, too fast for William to back away, came round the table and, raising his hand, cupped William's cheek, the touch light and fierce,
    "No," he whispered. "No! I am not sorry." The he whirled on his heel, threw open the door, and was gone, kilt flying."

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  • Quote of the Day for Friday, December 19, 2014 - - Swarl -- swarl, 04:50:12 12/19/14 Fri
    William brings Fanny to Jamie’s rooms.

    The following quote is taken from Written in My Own Heart's Blood by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 134 "Last Rites". Copyright© 2014 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

    "William looked as though someone had hit him on the head, stunning him like an ox bound for slaughter. I looked uncertainly at Jamie, not knowing what to do for either of them. He glanced from one to the other, then rose and quietly took the girl into his arms.
    "There, a nighean,” he said quietly, patting her back. His eyes met Willie's and I saw something pass between them - a question asked and answered. Jamie nodded. "I'll care for her," he said.
    "Thank you. She . . .Jane," William said with difficulty. "I want to - to bury her. Decently. But I think I can't . . . . claim her."
    "Aye," Jamie said. "We'll see to it. Go and do whatever ye need to do. Come back when ye can."

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  • Quote of the Day for Thursday, December 18, 2014 - - Swarl -- swarl, 04:51:53 12/18/14 Thu
    I love how much they learn of each other’s mettle in this scene.

    The following quote is taken from Written in My Own Heart's Blood by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 133 "Last Resort". Copyright© 2014 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.


    "They didn't speak. They straightened the bedclothes in silence, put a clean quilt over the worst of the blood, and laid her on it. William wetted his kerchief from the ewer and cleaned the spatters of blood from her face and hands. He hesitated for a moment, then tore the kerchief violently in two and bandaged her torn wrists, then crossed her hands on her breast.
    Jamie Fraser was by him then, with a fugitive gleam from the blade of his knife.
    "For her sister," he said, and, bending, cut a lock of the shining chestnut hair. He put this into the pocket of the ragged breeches and went quietly out. William heard the brief creak of his footsteps on the stair and understood that he had been left to make his farewell in privacy."

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  • Quote of the Day for Wednesday, December 17, 2014 - - Swarl -- Swarl, 05:43:47 12/17/14 Wed
    No humping in this week’s father-son sequence. If you are desperate, try, “A coda in Three-Two Time,” on p.537 of MOBY

    The following quote is taken from Written in My Own Heart's Blood by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 133 "Last Resort". Copyright© 2014 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

    "If you think the risk too great —" William began, an edge to his voice, but Fraser stopped him, gripping his arm.
    "Ye've a claim to my help," he said, voice low and brusque. "For any venture ye deem worthy. But I've a family who have a claim to my protection. I canna leave them to starve if I'm taken."
    William had no chance to reply to this; Fraser had locked the door and was already walking off, beckoning impatiently. . . . .
    "For any venture ye deem worthy." Not a word about Jane’s being a whore or about her being a confessed murderess. Perhaps it was that Fraser himself was a criminal and felt some sympathy on that account.
    Or maybe it's just that he's willing to take my word that I have to do it. And willing to take the devil of a risk to help me.

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  • Quote of the Day for Monday, December 15, 2014 - - -- swarl, 05:31:19 12/15/14 Mon
    Hal, who now knows the truth, is tending to wounded Willie.

    The following quote is taken from Written in My Own Heart's Blood by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 80 "Pater Noster". Copyright© 2014 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

    "You might have done worse," his Uncle observed after a moment. "In the way of sires, I mean."
    "Oh really?" William said coldly.
    "Granted, he is a Scot," the duke said judiciously.
    "And a traitor."
    "And a traitor," Hal agreed. "Damned fine swordsman, though. Knows his horses."
    "He was a f***ing groom for God's sake! Of course he knows horses!" Fresh outrage made William jerk upright again, despite the thunder in his temples. "What am I bloody going to do?"
    His uncle sighed deeply and put the cork back in the flask,
    "Advice? You're too old to be given it and too young to take it." He glanced aside at William, his face very like Papa's. Thinner, older, dark brows beginning to beetle, but with that same rueful humor in the corners of his eyes. "Thought of blowing your brains out?"
    William blinked, startled.
    "No."
    "That's good. Anything else is bound to be an improvement, isn't it?"

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  • Quote of the Day for Tuesday, December 16, 2014 - - Swarl -- swarl, 18:30:50 12/15/14 Mon
    Well, this isn't exactly Jamie and Willie, but then again,it isn't exactly not Jamie and Willie. Hal and John are headed toward Philly with no firm plans and a flag of truce.

    The following quote is taken from Written in My Own Heart's Blood by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 86, "In Which Rosy-Fingered Dawn Shows Up Mob-Handed". Copyright© 2014 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

    "And who else has a better reason for helping us in this matter than does Jamie Fraser?"
    "Who indeed?" They rode for some time in silence. Hal apparently lost in thought. It wasn't until they paused to find a creek and water the horses that he spoke again, water streaming down his face where he’d splashed it.
    "So, you’ve not only somehow married Fraser's wife, but you've accidentally been raising his illegitimate son for the last 15 years?"
    "Apparently so," Grey said, in a tone that he hoped indicated complete unwillingness to talk about it. For once, Hal took the hint.
    "I see," he said, and, with no further questions, wiped his face with the flag of truce and mounted up.

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  • (B)Quote of the Day for Sunday, December 14, 2014 - - (/B) -- Swarl, 06:23:12 12/14/14 Sun
    So I get up (late) and sit down with my coffe and open my ipad to look at QUOTD, which is always the first order of business, and leap out of the couch yelling, "I forgot. I forgot. Its my week!!!!." Then my slow computer decided to get so slow that I couldn't figure out how to get the title in Bold. I promise the formatting will be better tomorrow. So now that I have inspired your confidence. Here we go.
    I was going to give us a week of Hal, but then realized that I kept coming back to Willie and Jamie in my re-reads. I love that they get to know each other thru actions and not words. So here we go. Enjoy.
    This is Jamie convincing Willie to free Ian whom he betrayed to the Brits after their fight.

    The following quote is taken from Written in My Own Heart's Blood by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 21, "Bloody Men". Copyright© 2014 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

    Jamie grabbed him by the upper arm again, and this time dug his fingers hard .....into the underside of the bone. William let out a strangled "Agh" and started to pant his eyes bulging.
    "You're going to catch up with the men ye sent Ian with and tell them to set him free," Jamie said evenly. "If ye don't, I go down under a flag of truce to the camp where they are taking him, introduce myself, tell the commander who you are, and explain the reason for the fight. Ye'll be right there beside me. Do I make myself clear?" he asked, increasing the pressure of his fingers.
    "Yes!" The word came out in a hiss, and Jamie let go suddenly, folding his hands into a fist to hide the fact that they were trembling and twitching from the effort.
    "God damn you, sir," William whispered, and his eyes were black with violence. "God damn you to hell."

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  • Quote of the Day for Saturday, December 13, 2014 -- Happiapple, 06:01:01 12/13/14 Sat
    The following quote is taken from Drums of Autumn by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 9 "Two-thirds of a Ghost". Copyright© 1992 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

    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 is seemed small, and fragile by comparison.
    His other hand squeezed tighter, pressing the metal of the silver ring into my flesh, reminding me of what remained. I lifted his fist and pressed it hard against my heart in answer. The rain began to fall, in large, wet drops, but neither of us moved.





    Thanks for allowing me to do the quotes this week. Sorry today's is a little late. Really tired last night, and I meant to get up early, but didn't. I have a good time doing these, and it always amazes me how well I remember the books. Some I've only read twice, but they obviously mean so much to me that I remember right where incidents occur. Have a great week.

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  • Quote of the Day for Friday, December 12, 2014 -- Happiapple, 20:37:16 12/11/14 Thu
    The following quote is taken from Dragonfly in Amber by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 46 "TIMOR MORTIS CONTURBAT ME". Copyright© 1992 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

    Unwrapping the blood-spotted handkerchief, I pressed my wounded hand tightly against his, fingers gripped together. The blood was warm and slick, not yet sticky between our hands.
    "Blood of my blood..." I whispered.
    "...and Bone of my Bone," he answered softly. Neither of us could finish the vow, "so long as we both shall live," but the unspoken words hung aching bewteen us. Finally he smiled crookedly.
    "Longer than that," hes said firmly, and pulled me to him once more.

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  • Quote of the Day for Thursday, December 11, 2014 -- Happiapple, 20:59:37 12/10/14 Wed
    The following quote is taken from Voyager by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 24 "A. Malcolm, Printer". Copyright© 1994 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

    I stretched out a hand toward him, as much to stop as to welcome him. I wanted more than anything to touch him again, but was unaccountably shy. After so long, how were we to start again?
    He felt the constraint of mingled shyness and intimacy as well. Stopping a few inches from me, he took my hand. He hesitated for a moment, then bent his head over it, his lips barely brushing my knuckles. His fingers touched the silver ring and stopped there, holding the metal lightly between thumb and forefinger.
    "I never took it off," I blurted. It seemed important he should know that. He squeezed my hand lightly, but didn't let go.

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  • Quote of the Day for Tuesday, December 9, 2014 -- Happiapple, 20:00:14 12/08/14 Mon
    The following quote is taken from Voyager by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 52 "A Wedding Takes Place". Copyright© 1994 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

    "I want him." I had not said that to Jamie at our marriage; I had not wanted him, then. But I had said it since, three times; in two moments of choice at Craigh na Dun, and once again at Lallybroch.
    "I want him." I wanted him still, and nothing whatever could stand between us.
    He was looking down at me; I could feel the wight of his gaze, dark blue and tender as the sea at dawn.
    "What are ye thinking, mo chridhe?" he asked softly.
    I blinked back the tears and smiled at him. His hands were large and warm on mine.
    "What I tell you three times is true," I said. And standing on tiptoe, I kissed him as the sailors' cheer went up.

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  • Quote of the Day for Wednesday, December 10, 2014 -- Happiapple, 20:18:57 12/09/14 Tue
    The following quote is taken from Written in My Own Heart's Blood by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 94 "The Sense of Meeting". Copyright© 2014 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

    A hush fell upon the room, and for a little while there was no sound but the remote noise of the streets outside. Here and there a cough, the clearing of a throat, but, overall, silence. Jamie laid a hand on mine, and my fingers turned to intertwine with his. I could feel his pulse in my own fingertips, the solid bones of knuckle and phalanges. His right hand, battered and marked with the scars of sacrifice and labor. Marked also with the signs of my love, the crude repairs done in pain and desperation.
    Blood of my blood, bone of my bone...

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  • Quote of the Day for Monday, December 8, 2014 -- Happiapple, 21:07:32 12/07/14 Sun
    The following quote is taken from The Fiery Cross by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 14 "Happy the Bride the Moon Shines On". Copyright© 2001 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

    Jamie reached across and took my right hand in his, his fingers linking with mine, and the silver of my ring shone red in the glow of the flames. I looked up into his face and saw the promises spoken in his eyes, as it was in mine.
    "As long as we both shall live."

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  • QOTD for Saturday, December 6, 2014 -- LisaW, 21:28:43 12/05/14 Fri
    The following quote is taken from The Scottish Prisoner by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 43 “Succession”. copyright (c) 2011 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.


       ” He lay for some time, his throat aching, listening to the dark,
    hearing the voices of his dead pass by in the wind. His thoughts
    grew vague and his grief eased, comforted by the knowledge of
    love, still alive in the world. Sleep came near again.
       He touched the rough crucifix that lay against his chest and
    whispered to the moving air, “Lord, that she might be safe, she
    and my children.”
       Then turned his cheek to her reaching hand and touched her
    through the veils of time. “

    Jamie did so many things to care for and heal others, but his greatest sacrifice was to make Claire leave him so that she and his child would be safe. I hope you all enjoyed this week! Right now I am up in Mt. Shasta City, in northern California. We are on our annual “Wanket Christmas Tree Hunt”, as we call it. There are 18 nieces and nephews, 6 siblings and 5 spouses(one sister-in-law could not come), and 1 brand new son-in-law(mine). I am Blessed to have my family and LOL in my life!

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  • Quote of the Day for Sunday, December 7, 2014 -- Happiapple, 21:07:46 12/06/14 Sat
    The following quote is taken from Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 14 “A Wedding Takes Place”. copyright (c) 2011 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

    A Highlander in full regalia is an impressive sight--any Highlander, no matter how old, ill-favored, or crabbed in appearance. A tall, straight-bodied, and by no means ill-favored young Highlander at close range is breath-taking.

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