- QOTD for Monday, September 23, 2019 -- Lady Linda, Sun, September 22 2019, 20:06:19
The following quote is taken from A Breath of Snow and Ashes by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 3, Keep Your Friends Close, Copyright © 2005 by Diana Gabaldon, All Rights Reserved.
The dog would run a few steps toward the house, circle once or twice as though unable to decide what to do next, then run back into the wood, turn, and run again toward the house, all the while whining with agitation, tail low and wavering.
“Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ,” I said. “Bloody Timmy’s in the well!” I flew down the steps and ran for the path, barely registering the Major’s startled oath behind me.
I found Ian a few hundred yards down the path, conscious, but groggy.
I’m in the mood to revisit ABOSSA which is one of my favorites. Love this reference to Lassie which was my favorite TV show when I was a girl. Wow, am I dating myself or what? LOL!
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- QOTD for Sunday, September 22, 2019 -- Lady Linda, Sun, September 22 2019, 7:29:30
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.
“Why Grand-pere is making faces?”
“We’re verra happy,” Jamie explained, expression still fixed in a rictus of amiability.
“Oh.” Germain at once stretched his own extraordinary mobile face into a crude facsimile of the same expression---a jack-o’-lantern grin, teeth clenched and eyes popping. “Like this?”
“Yes, darling,” I said, in a marked tone. “ Just like that.”
Marsali looked at us, blinked, and tugged at Fergus’s sleeve. He turned, squinting at us.
“Look happy, Papa!” Germain pointed to his gigantic smile. “See?”
Hope I am not stepping on anyone’s toes. Just jumping in here to post a quote as I don’t see anyone signed up for this week. I could do a few days but not the weekend as I am going out of town to a place with spotty internet service.
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- Thank you, Linda. Please do as many days as you can. :) (NT) -- Judie, Sun, September 22 2019, 9:15:11
- I will do through Friday if someone can pick up Saturday. (NT) -- Lady Linda, Sun, September 22 2019, 10:20:23
- Thank you, Cindy G. (NT) -- Lady Linda, Sun, September 22 2019, 20:04:02
- QOTD for Saturday, 9/21/19 -- Betsy, Blather-of-spinning-bare, Fri, September 20 2019, 22:11:58
I didn't really have a theme, as such. I had thought it would be fun taking a quote from each Book, in succession. The quotes about traveling through the stones just sort of happened. A couple of the Books didn't really have any interesting Travel the Stones quotes so I had to settle for other quotes that I like. I'm sure if I had started searching a couple of weeks ago I may have been able to find more of the Stones quotes but, ummmmm, I'm not known for my organizational abilities. Is that much of a surprise??
So here's the last quote for this week. Just a short quote that I have always LOVED and has made me laugh every time I read it.
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The following quote is taken from 'Written in My Own Heart's Blood,' by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 140, "Woman, Wilt Thou Lie With Me?" Copyright © 2014, by Diana Gabaldon. All rights researved.
She'd kept her own council on the matter of Mrs. Sylvie and the Wurms, though. They'd done their wee bit of business, trading two bottles of whisky for salt, sugar, nails, needles, thread, a hoe blade, and a bolt of pink gingham, and he'd bought her a dilled cucumber that was as long as the span of his outstretched fingers. She'd thanked him for this but hadn't said much else on the way home. She was presently licking the vegetable in a meditative sort of way as she rocked along on Clarence.
It fascinated him to watch her do that, and he nearly walked straight off a steep outcrop doing so. She turned round at his exclamation as he scrabbled for footing, though, and smiled at him, so she maybe wasn't that bothered about Sylvie.
"D'ye no mean to eat that?" he inquired, coming up beside her stirrup.
"I do," she said calmly, 'but all in good time." She licked the substantial length of the warty green thing with a long, slow swipe of her tongue and then--holding his eyes-- sucked deliberately on the end of it. He walked straight into a springy pine branch, which swiped him across the face with it's needles.
He swore, rubbing at his watering eyes. She was laughing?
"Ye did that on purpose, Rachel Murray!"
"Is thee accusing me of propelling thee into a tree?" she inquired, arching one brow "Thee is an experienced Indian scout, or so I was led to believe. Surely one of those should look where he's going." ...
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- I LOVE Rachel and Ian and can’t wait for Bees to read more about them. Do you think Claire’s sex ed had anything to do with Rachel knowing just how to eat a pickle? 🥰 🏴 🔥 (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Sat, September 21 2019, 8:47:57
- Hahaha. Great quote! (NT) -- oatcake, Sat, September 21 2019, 9:35:16
- I love Rachel. And I love Ian. Rachel is just so darned REAL. Well, so are all the characters, but there's something amazingly True about her. Perhaps it is because, as a Friend, you expect (or at least "I" expect) her to be soft, sweet, and demure, but she's hard as nails with a sense of humor that is sharp and truly funny. She is the perfect match for Ian. (NT) -- Betsy of the Spinning sort, more bear than bare., Sat, September 21 2019, 11:09:53
- QOTD for Friday, 9/20/10 -- Spinning+BlatheringBBS, Thu, September 19 2019, 21:04:33
My summers are taken up using my nursing skills. I've done this off and on since my babes were wee but I have done this for the entire summer each year for the past, oh...10 years or so. There are so many tales to tell about my exploits that have taken place while I am living in my Summer Nursing Home I could write a book. This one is different from the rest.
Outside of my large front yard is a small plot that is no longer used for anything except growing weeds. Last year I began using it to plant flowers. This year I added some tomato plants. Sooooo, one morning, my bottom denture was painfully rubbing against a sore in my mouth, so after breakfast, I removed it and tucked it into the pocket on the front of my shirt. I walk through a small path and over a wooden bridge to get back and forth from my home to and from the Commons, which is the large building used for all sorts of events, including meals.
One Monday when I came out of the woods, I gathered all the plants and tomatoes I had bought for my little garden and proceeded to happily play in the dirt, feet bare, hands in the mud. Bliss!!!
When I went inside to wash my hands and scrub my fingernails, I realized my dentures were no longer in my pocket. I searched EVERYWHERE, even in my underwear drawer, looked everywhere twice, until it hit me like a pole ax that my dentures went missing after I had built my garden. I grabbed my gardening claw and as carefully as I could without killing all the new plants, scratched in the dirt. No success. Yup, I planted my teeth. After I had brought a huge bag of bunny manure from home and stirred it in the garden dirt.
Well, I decided I would wait until the end of the summer when I could pull all plants up and look very thoroughly.
I am going to go back to camp in a few days to search. If you could possibly spare some "help this rapidly declining woman find her teeth" vibes, I would be very grateful . This MAY be part of the reason my grandchildren (and a whole lot of other people, too) call me Gummy.
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The following quote is taken from 'A Breath of Snow and Ashes," by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 105, "The Prodigal." Copyright © 2005, by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.
"Sshh," she said firmly, and clutched him round the head, forcing his face down into her shoulder, patting him, stroking his back. "Shh." It will be alright. It was only a dream. I won't let it hurt you-- I won't let anything hurt you. Hush, hush now."
She went on patting him, her eyes closed, trying to imagine herself holding Jemmy after such a nightmare, quiet in their cabin, the hearth fire low, Jem's little body relaxing in trust, the sweet little-boy smell of his hair near her face...
"I won't let you drown," she whispered. "I promise. I won't let you drown."
She said it over and over, and slowly, slowly, his breathing eased, and his grip on her slackened as sleep overcame him. Still, she repeated it, a soft, hypnotic murmur, her words half-lost in the sound of water, hissing past the side of the ship, and she spoke no longer to the man beside her, but to the slumbering child within.
"I won't let anything hurt you. NOTHING will hurt you. I promise."
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- Oh Betsy, you sound like Claire rootling around in the woods and garden! Try the St. Anthony prayer, “Dear St. Anthony, come around. There’s something lost that must be found.” (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Fri, September 20 2019, 3:56:21
- When I started to read this quote I thought “Roger”? But when I read “drown” - is it Stephen Bonnet? I vaguely remember Bri, compassionately, comforting him and I do remember she mercy killed him. Help? (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Fri, September 20 2019, 4:00:07
- Gummy needs her teeth. (NT) -- JeanClaire*, Fri, September 20 2019, 4:38:46
- Oh my Betsy, that's quite a tale, rabbit poop and all! Please let us know how the hunt goes! :D (NT) -- DianaH, Fri, September 20 2019, 6:56:39
- I refuse to think about just what I'm going to DO with them if I find them. Bunny poop? Well, of all the animals I've ever had, bunny poop is the most benign. It is also a GREAT soil-booster and doesn't need to be cured at all. It can be used right from bunny cage to garden. That still doesn't solve what to do about my planted teeth. I had to tell the camp director about my debacle because I didn't want to shock anyone who is there (the camp is used all year round for all sorts of events). Norm, the director, is about 10 years or so younger than I am and I've known him since 1972 or there about. When I told him about it all, there was total silence on the other end of the phone, then he said, "I haven't noticed any new plants that have dentures ripening on the vine." Dead pan. I, on the other hand, laughed hysterically. (NT) -- Betsy-of-the-missing-teeth., Sat, September 21 2019, 11:30:27
- QOTD for 9/19/19 -- Betsy BarefootBadtypester, Wed, September 18 2019, 21:57:06
Once again, I had written a bunch of blather and touched the wrong button, then POOF! It was gone. Never to be found again.
Soooo, this is just:
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The following quote is taken from 'The Fiery Cross," by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 109, "The Voice of Time". Copyright © 2001 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.
"I am. I exist. Did I, in that place between? I must have, for I remember it. I will try later to describe it. Now I have no words. I feel very ill.".
The letters were small and rounded, each printed singly. The work of a neat and careful writer, but they staggered drunkenly, words slanting up the page. He did feel ill, if the writing were any indication.
When the tiny printing resumed on the next page, it had steadied, along with the writer's nerve.
"Ibi denum locus...
It is the place. Of course it would be. But it is the proper time as well, I know it. The trees, the bushes are different. There was a clearing to the west and now it is completely filled with laurels. I was looking at a big magnolia tree when I stepped into the circle, and now it is gone; there is an oak sapling there. The sound is different. There is no noise of highway and vehicles in the distance. Only birds, singing very loudly. Wind."
"I am still dizzy. My legs are weak. I cannot stand yet. I woke under the wall where the snake eats its tail, but some distance from the cavity where we laid the circle. I must have crawled, there are dirt and scratches on my hands and clothes. , I lay for some time after waking, too ill to rise. I am better now. Still weak and sick, but I am exultant nonetheless. It worked. We have succeeded."
"WE?" I said, looking at Jamie with both eyebrows raised. He shrugged and turned the page.
"The stone is gone. Only a smear of soot in my pocket. Raymond was right, then. It was a small, unpolished sapphire. I must remember to put down everything, for the sake of others who may come after me."
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- So I just start singing.... ♫♪"I am"... I said To no one there And no one heard at all Not even the chair "I am"... I cried "I am"... said I And I am lost and I can't Even say why Leavin' me lonely still..... lol (NT) -- JeanClaire*, Thu, September 19 2019, 4:48:38
- Can someone remind me, did Roger & Bree every find the stone where the snake eats its tail? I looked it up and this is what I found: The ouroboros has several meanings interwoven into it. Foremost is the symbolism of the serpent biting, devouring, or eating its own tail. This symbolizes the cyclic Nature of the Universe: creation out of destruction, Life out of Death. The ouroboros eats its own tail to sustain its life, in an eternal cycle of renewal. It is sometimes depicted in a lemniscate shape (figure eight) as well. (NT) -- DianaH, Thu, September 19 2019, 7:52:24
- BTW, Betsy, I LOVE all your aliases! ;) (NT) -- DianaH, Thu, September 19 2019, 7:55:41
- Love your blathers and your nicknames, too. Also enjoying your posts. How are the firefighters that were injured in the explosion? (Here in MI were so tied up with the GM strike nothing else makes the news!!! (NT) -- Janet, Thu, September 19 2019, 10:53:54
- QOTD , Wed. 09/18/19 -- Betsy BarelyThereSpinner, Tue, September 17 2019, 21:42:15
Good Evening, night, morning, afternoon.... Good Everything to Lallylanders,
Not too much blather as it's after midnight here. I'm beginning to see double and I've noticed I've become confusingly daft. Perhaps that isn't new. Ahem.
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The following quote is taken from 'Drums of Autumn," by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 33, "Midsummer's Eve." Copyright© 1997, by Diana Gabaldon. All rights Reserved.
Brianna had gone to find her father. Could he do the same? Jesus, Fiona! She WAS making it worse; The roots of his teeth ached, and his skin was burning. He shook his head violently, then stopped, feeling dizzy; the seams of his skull felt as though they were beginning to separate.
Then she was there, a small figure grasping his hand, saying something anxious as she led him into the circle. He couldn't hear her-- the noise was much worse inside; now it was in his ears, in his head, blackening his sight, driving wedges of pain between the joints of his spine.
Gritting his teeth, he blinked back the buzzing darkness, long enough to fix his eyes on Fiona's round and fearful face.
Swiftly he bent and kissed her, full on the mouth..
"Don't tell Ernie," he said. He turned away from her and walked through the stone.
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- QOTD 09/17/19 -- BetsyBS, Tue, September 17 2019, 9:43:47
Thank you all for your patience and understanding. Our town had a HUGE gas explosion yesterday morning and it has affected the entire town. Our house is a mile and a half from the site and it sounded like a bomb went off in the basement. The house shook and felt like it had been uprooted. Our DIL works for that business and was on her way to work at the time. It was truly horrific.
Many of our firefighters have been critically injured and at least one was killed immediately. I haven't checked this morning to see if all who were injured are going to recover. Our town is small and everyone knows everyone else. David went to school with half of them, has coached the other half, we know the kids of most of them...Etc. It has affected everyone. The entire day the phone rang continuously. I had intended post at suppertime but by the time the phone stopped at 10:30 last night, I was done in.
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So, here is the quote I had prepared:
The following quote is taken from 'Voyager,' by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 23, "Creigh na Dun." Copyright © 1994, by Diana Gabaldon.. All rights researved.
"We owe it to him, Mama," she said softly. "Somebody has to find him, and tell him." Her hand touched my face, briefly. "Tell him I was born."
"Oh, Bree," I said, my voice so choked I could barely speak. "Oh, Bree!"
She was holding my hands tight between her own, squeezing hard.
"He gave you to me," she said, so low I could hardly hear her. "Now I have to give you back to him, Mama."
The eyes that were so like Jamie's looked down at me, blurred by tears.
"If you find him," she whispered, "when you find my father--give him this." She bent and kissed me, fiercely, gently, then straightened and turned me toward the stone.
"Go, Mama," she said, breathless. "I love you. Go!"
From the corner of my eye, I saw Roger move toward her. I took one step, and then another. I heard a sound, a faint roaring. I took the last step, and the world disappeared.
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- Oh, Betsy, I had seen coverage of that explosion. I’m so sorry for everyone involved. I’ve lived in small towns, and I can’t even imagine how awful that must be. I’ll keep you in my prayers. (NT) -- CindyG, Tue, September 17 2019, 10:39:24
- So awful! I'm so sorry ... a similar blast rocked a town near us when I was in grad school. My lab mate's fiance was lost, they found a boot. I understand how it affects everyone. Sending love and light. If there is a need or fund I can help with let me know. (NT) -- kgp, Tue, September 17 2019, 10:59:18
- Prayers for you and the community (NT) -- Margaret, Tue, September 17 2019, 11:44:38
- Thank you all for your kind words. Four of the firefighters are still in intensive care, in hospitals far away from their homes. It will take a very long time for everybody to return to normal, and for some, normal will never return. I didn't know the fire fighter personally but I worked with his sister-in-law for 20 plus years and both David and I know his family. Two of my daughters went to school with the son of the most critically injured. I've asked my Angels to spend some time with the families and their loved ones. *sigh* (NT) -- BetsyBS, Tue, September 17 2019, 20:53:41
- OMGoodness....saw the footage on the morning local news yesterday. Just hugs to you and your family(including town family) (NT) -- JeanClaire*, Wed, September 18 2019, 4:20:32
- I’m so sorry, Betsy. What a horrible accident - gas is so completely destructive when it goes wrong. As Karen said, please let us know of fundraising support. (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Wed, September 18 2019, 6:00:08
- So sorry to hear this, Betsy. Prayers going out to the families who have lost loved one and to the whole community. (NT) -- Judie, Wed, September 18 2019, 7:49:34
- QOTD 09/17/19 -- BB, Mon, September 16 2019, 19:45:35
I need to post tomorrow am. Long, hard day and I am fried. I'll explain tomorrow.
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- Good morning, Betsy. I hope you had a long and lovely rest and the new day will be filled with joy. (NT) -- kgp, Tue, September 17 2019, 3:17:20
- Sending you a virtual cup of tea and a bit of quiet time to recharge. XOXO (NT) -- DianaH, Tue, September 17 2019, 7:21:21
- Lots of love this morning to you and your town. (NT) -- JeanClaire*, Wed, September 18 2019, 7:18:39
- QOTD 09/15/19 -- BetsyLoquaciousSpinster, Sun, September 15 2019, 17:36:09
Monday. Holy Moly, it's Monday. Time to get sewing. Time to work on the wood pile. Time to harvest the Beachplums and make the first batch of Beachplum jam. Have you ever tried it? David's family quietly and unobtrusively ditch theirs in the garbage when they think I won't notice. For MY family, it's a treasure. It brings happy memories and I can still see my Gram throwing the pitted plums into a huge pot then throw sugar in and stir stir stir, stir. No pectin, no measuring. Timing the jam was done by watching and observing, cooking as long as it took the jam to run off the back of the spoon in thick sheets.
I still make my beachplum jam that way. But Instead of using all sugar sometimes I substitute maple syrup. Yum. Somehow I find a way to be out of jars of jam when it comes time to share with David's family, *hanging my head in shame.* Honestly, I think it is a relief to them. Different families, different customs, different to almost everything. Hahahaha. One year, in the infant stage of our marriage, I cooked for 26 people. We never used any of it, but I had a set of antique silverware and a whole set of beautiful china. We had a small house at the time so 26 people made for a madhouse. I had set the table the night before with all my "Good Stuff" (as David referred to my treasures. Now, David grew up on a farm, with a mother who referred to my precious legacy as That Crap, and made fun of all my family. At this point in my life, my priorities are vastly different. Important in my life now have taken a 180 deg. turn but I was young and wanted everything to be perfect. Everyone sat, food began circulating, I had run into the kitchen for something and when I turned around David had used orange tupperwear jugs for the water pitchers. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA No, I didn't faint and no, he still has his manly parts. We STILL use orange tupperware in amidst the china. And we laugh. It's one of our most important rituals.
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Enough blather. The following quote is taken from 'Dragonfly In Amber,' by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 5, "Beloved Wife". Copyright c 1992, by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.
"It's the bloody stones," I said. "You know, the standing stone circle, on the fairy's' hill, to the west?"
"Craigh na Dun," Roger murmured. "That one?"
"Right."I exhaled consciously. "You may know the legends about fairy hills --do you? About people who get trapped in rocky hills and wake up two hundred years later? "
Brianna was looking more alarmed by the moment.
"Mother, I really think you ought to go up and lie down," she said. She half-rose from her seat. "I could go get Fiona..."
"No, Wait," he said. He looked at me, with the sort of suppressed curiosity a scientist shows when putting a new slide under the microscope. "Go ahead," he said to me.
"Thanks," I said dryly. "Don't worry, I'm not going to start driveling about fairies; I just thought you'd like to know there's some basis to the legends. I haven't any idea what it actually is up there, or how it works, but the fact is..." I took a deep breath, "Well, the fact is, that I walked through a bloody cleft stone in that circle in 1945, and I ended up on the hillside below in 1743."
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- So much going on emotionally. I felt really badly for Briana. What a thing to explain to one's daughter! Roger, thank goodness, has an imagination and is almost relieved at this explanation. (NT) -- kgp, Mon, September 16 2019, 16:26:28
- Can you imagine being Bree and hearing this story from Dr. Claire Randall, your very practical Mama? No wonder she wanted he to go lie down. (NT) -- DianaH, Tue, September 17 2019, 6:46:35
- Betsy, I love the orange pitcher story! Years ago when the kids were little, I had the table set for Easter dinner - china, crystal, hand embroidered linens, etc. DD would NOT sit down to dinner until she had her pink plastic Barbie plate and bottle of ketchup on the table. No cajoling of using a "big girl plate" or suggestion of putting some ketchup in a small bowl instead of the whole bottle of Heinz would persuade her otherwise. (NT) -- DianaH, Tue, September 17 2019, 7:19:03
- Beach plums...yumm! (NT) -- JeanClaire*, Wed, September 18 2019, 4:23:53
- QOTD for Sunday, 9/15/19 -- Betsy, Spinnig-but-not-with -my-feet, Sat, September 14 2019, 21:19:03
Greetings to Lallyland,
I want to chime in on kgp's encouraging words about doing QOTD. I remember clearly how scared I to death I was to do QOTD for the first time. I was PETRIFIED! I read and reread the instructions of the format and how it was imperative to post EXACTLY how it was supposed to be posted. I thought I was sure to miss a comma or mix up the quotes key with the... ' ...key (I don't know what that key is called) and it wound end up being plagiarism or some other horrible form of illegal activity thus being personally responsible for the demise of LOL and I would spend the rest of my life in day-glow orange with a cell mate named Berty-Loo who could bench press 450lbs.
I didn't get arrested, taken away, never to be heard from again. And I'm SURE I have not once done the perfect Quote. I let go of my OCD, found the whole thing fun and I learned to laugh at all my mistakes. After you stick a toe into the pool of non-perfection for the first time you will see it's really not intimidatng at all.
Come join the fun. "Try it. You'll like it." If you whine a bit some of the members' maternal instincts bubble up and we'll send you presents . (Big Grin.....That's a fib. We don't send you anything, BUT if it makes you feel loved and supported, I will.) Tea or coffee? decaf or high test?"
Now for the Quote . Oh----That's another thing. You get to blather.
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The following quote is taken from "Outlander," by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 2, 'Standing Stones'. Copyright 1c 1991 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.
The first one moved almost as silently as Frank. There was only the faintest of rattles as her feet disloged a pebble near the crest of the hill, and then the neat grey head rose silently into sight. Mrs. Graham. So it was true, then. The vicar's housekeeper was sensibly dressed in tweed skirt and wooly coat, with a white bundle under one arm. She disappeared behind one of the standing stones, quiet as a ghost.
I recognized a few. Here came Mrs. Buchanan, the village postmistress, blond hair freshly permed and the scent of Evening in Paris wafting strongly from its waves. I supressed a laugh. So this was a modern-day Druid!
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- I enjoy your blather! 😊💜 Modern Wiccans would surprise people as well. Ordinary folk worshiping the universe in neo-pagan ways. (NT) -- kgp, Sun, September 15 2019, 14:26:23
- Blather away, Betsy; I enjoy it as much or more than the QOTD! These modern day druids knew far more about the Stones than anyone thought. (NT) -- DianaH, Tue, September 17 2019, 6:42:32
- Do I at least get virtual coffee??!! (NT) -- JeanClaire*, Wed, September 18 2019, 7:19:49
- QOTD for Saturday, September 14, 2019 -- kgp, Sat, September 14 2019, 5:47:32
I had no theme this week. I opened the books at random and found interesting things to share. So if you are hesitating about taking on a week - DON'T! It's easy to find quotes. Please consider taking a week.
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The following quotation is from An Echo In The Bone by Diana Gabaldon, Copyright 2009, All Rights Reserved. Chapter 57 The Deserter Game
“Did they feed you, Denzell?”
“Oh.” Denzell’s voice changed, and he began to fumble in his pocket. “Here. I brought this away for thee.” He pushed something into my hands: a small squashed loaf, rather burnt about the edges - I could tell from the hard crust and the smell of ashes. My mouth began to water uncontrollably.
“Oh, no,” I managed to say, trying to give it back. “You should - “
“They fed me,” he assured me. “Stew, of a sort. I ate all I could. And I’ve another loaf in my pocket for my sister. They gave me the food,” he assured me earnestly. “I didn’t steal it.”
“Thank you,” I managed to say, and with the greatest self-control, tore the loaf in half and tucked one half in my pocket for Jamie. Then I crammed the remainder in my mouth and ripped at it like a wolf wrenching bloody mouthfuls from a carcass.
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- QOTD for Friday, September 13, 2019 -- kgp, Fri, September 13 2019, 5:18:31
The following quotation is from A Breath of Snow and Ashes by Diana Gabaldon, Copyright 2005, All Rights reserved. Chapter 54 Flora MacDonald’s Barbecue
Despite my disquiet over the profoundly Loyalist atmosphere that surrounded us, her bubbling delight was infectious, and I found myself smiling, Jamie and myself taking it in turns to answer her questions: she hadn’t seen black slaves close-to before, and thought them exotically beautiful - did they cost a great deal? And must they be taught to wear clothes and speak properly? For she had heard that Africa was a heathen place where folk went entirely naked and killed one another with spears, like as one would do with a boar, and if one wanted to speak of naked, that statue of the soldier laddie on the lawn was shocking, did we not think? And him wi’ not a stitch behind his shield! And whyever was that woman’s heid at his feet? And had I looked - her hair was made to look as if ‘twere snakes, of all horrid things! And who was Hector Cameron, whose tomb this was? - and made all of white marble, same as the tombs in Holyrood, imagine! Oh, Mrs. Innes’s late husband? And when had she married Mr. Duncan, whom she had met, and such a sweet, kind-eyed man as he was, such a shame as he had lost his arm, was that in a battle of some type? And - oh, look! Mrs. MacDonald’s husband - and a fine figure of a man he was, too - was going to talk as well!
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- QOTD for Thursday, September 12, 2019 -- kgp, Thu, September 12 2019, 5:13:49
The following quotation is from The Fiery Cross by Diana Gabaldon, Copyright 2001, All Rights Reserved. Chapter 64 Signal For Action
She paled, and her hand went reflexively to her belly. The wet from the clothes had soaked through her muslin dress. And he saw the small swelling that had been hidden there, round and smooth as a melon under the damp cloth. He felt the jolt of her fear go through him, as though the wet stockings she held conducted electricity.
”We did, but not now . . . “ she had said, when he asked whether they lived nearby. She might mean only that they had moved to some new place, but . . . there were baby’s things in her wash; her son was with her here. Her husband was somewhere in this boiling of men.
A single man might pick up his gun and join a mob, for no reason beyond drink or boredom; a married man with a child would not. The spoke of serious disaffection, consequential grievance. And to bring both wife and child to war suggested that he had no safe place to leave them.
Roger thought it likely that Morag and her husband had no home at all now, and he understood her fear perfectly. If her husband should eb maimed or killed, how was she to provide fro Jemmy, for the new baby swelling under her skirt? She had no one, no family here to turn to.
Except that she did, though she did not know it. He gripped her hand hard, pulling her toward him, overcome with the need somehow to protect her and her children. He had saved them once; he could do it again.
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- Roger is as fiercely protective as Jamie. He does whatever he can to shield and care for those in need. (NT) -- DianaH, Thu, September 12 2019, 7:05:31
- Oh, Roger, Roger.......... (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Thu, September 12 2019, 11:55:15
- Roger has a fiercely protective core. He endures much, learns about the dangers of being too passionate, of feeling savagely before he THINKS. He is also a strong, loyal, passionate man. Must be the gene pool he came from. (NT) -- Betsy Barefootspinner, Fri, September 13 2019, 8:07:17
- QOTD for Wednesday, September 11, 2019 -- kgp, Wed, September 11 2019, 5:20:55
The following quotation is from Drums of Autumn by Diana Gabaldon, Copyright 1997 All Rights Reserved. Chapter 13 An Examination of Conscience
It was a female, as he’d said; touch told me that at once. Touch also told me that she was exsanguinating. The cheek I brushed was cool and clammy. Everything else I touched was warm and wet; her clothing, the bedclothes, the mattress beneath her. I could feel wetness soaking through my skirt where I knelt on the floor.
I felt for a pulse in the throat and couldn’t find it. The chest moved slightly under my hand, the only sign of life beyond the faint sigh that went with it.
“It’s all right now,” I heard myself saying, and my voice was soothing, all trace of panic gone, though in truth there was more reason for it now. “We’re here, you’re not alone. What’s happened to you, can you tell me?”
All the time my hands were darting over head and throat and chest and stomach, pushing sodden clothing aside, searching blindly, frantically, for a wound to staunch. Nothing, no spurt of artery, no raw gash. And all the time, there was a faint but steady pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat, like the sound of tiny feet running.
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- QOTD for Tuesday, September 10, 2019 -- kgp, Tue, September 10 2019, 10:19:06
The following quotation is from Voyager by Diana Gabaldon, Copyright 1994, All Rights Reserved. Chapter 30 Rendezvous
“There’s a time to follow orders, Young Ian, and a time to think for yourself,” I said firmly, tactfully ignoring the fact that I was in fact doing the thinking for him. “Does this road lead to the abbey?”
“Aye, it does. No more than a mile and a quarter.” Already he was shifting to and fro on the balls of his feet, eager to be gone.
“Good. You cut round the road and head for the abbey. I’ll walk straight along the road, and see if I can distract the excisemen until you’re safely past. I’ll meet you at the abbey. Oh, wait - you’d best take your coat.”
I surrendered the coat reluctantly; besides being loathe to part with its warmth, it felt like giving up my last link with a friendly human presence. Once Young Ian was away, I would be completely alone in the cold dark of the Scottish night.
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Sorry I'm late. I completely overslept this morning.
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- QOTD for Monday, September 9, 2019 -- kgp, Mon, September 09 2019, 4:35:25
The following quotation is from Dragonfly in Amber by Diana Gabaldon, Copyright 1992 All Rights Reserved. Chapter 28 The Coming Of The Light
And I tried to pay attention to Fergus, the only person in the world for whom I had still some sense of responsibility.
So, when I heard his voice raised in altercation on the other side of an out building as I dutifully took my afternoon walk, I felt obliged to go and see what was the matter.
He was face to face with one of the stable-lads, a bigger boy with a sullen expression and broad shoulders.
“Shut your mouth, ignorant toad,” the stable-lad was saying. “You don’t know what you are talking about!”
“I know better than you - you, whose mother mated with a pig!” Fergus put two fingers in his nostrils, pushed up his nose and danced to and fro, shouting “Oink, oink!” repeatedly.
The stable-lad, who did have a rather noticeably upturned proboscis, wasted no time in idle repartee, but waded in with both fists clenched and swinging. Within seconds, the two were rolling on the muddy ground, squalling like cats and ripping at each other’s clothes.
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- Boys! Having raised a son I so get this. But the image of Fergus doing the piggy sounds does make me laugh. The idea of who is going to wash those filthy muddy clothes does not make me smile. Hahaha. THanks for the quote. (NT) -- Marcie, Mon, September 09 2019, 8:31:39
- Fergus, like Lord John, has a way with words - and like Jamie, creative cursing. Not content to call the kid pig faced, he explains why and insults his mother. (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Tue, September 10 2019, 4:44:06
- Absolutely, the creative insults are always fun to read! (NT) -- DianaH, Tue, September 10 2019, 7:12:31
- QOTD for Sunday, September 8, 2019 -- kgp, Sun, September 08 2019, 5:21:48
The following quotation is from Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, Copyright 1991 All Rights Reserved.
The most pressing matters of business attended to, Jamie took time the next afternoon to show me over the house. Built in 1702, it was indeed modern for its time, with such innovations as porcelain stoves for heating, and a great brick oven built into the kitchen wall, so that bread no longer baked in the ashes of the hearth. The ground floor hallway, the stairwell, and the drawing room walls were lined with pictures. Here and there a pastoral landscape, or an animal study, but most were of the family and their connections.
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We arrived home from 2 weeks in Scotland just a week ago and it already seems like a dream, barely remembered. We saw many houses that would fit the description of Lallybroch - three story, white harled stone. Such a beautiful and vast landscape in every direction that I wish I had Ellen's gift and could paint what I saw. The first cottage we stayed in was on Skye near Portree. It had originally been a croft with three foot thick walls and a stone floor. It had been fortunately updated over the years to have a cement slab and waterproofing on the walls so the rain water didn't run through the cottage as it did when the owner first purchased it. We had a lovely garden and a view of Raasay from the front windows. It still had some original touches and was just charming.
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- Quote of the Day for Saturday, September 7, 2019 -- Judie, Sat, September 07 2019, 1:11:03
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The following quote is taken from A Breath of Snow and Ashes by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 25, Ashes to Ashes. Copyright © 2005 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.
"She was in the window of their bedroom, watching out to wave to them as they rode past, her hairbrush in her hand. Her hair was standing out in a great curly swash round her head, and the early-morning sun caught in it like flames in a thornbush. It gave him a sudden queer feeling to see her thus so disordered, half-naked in her shift. A sense of strong desire, despite what he’d done to her not an hour past. And something almost fear, as though he might never see her again."
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- Yikes! We had no quoters this week? I totally forgot! -- Judie, Thu, September 05 2019, 23:07:23
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Anyone want to take a week - we need weeks of September 15, 22, 29 - and all of October!
Judie
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- QOTD for Friday, 9/6/19 -- Betsy Spinning Bare, Thu, September 05 2019, 20:00:36
Yesterday, the little boy I have been caring for since he was a month old, was here for the day to "visit". He hasn't been here since May. There are three children, one of whom is now 2 years and Absolutely Adorable with a head of soft light brownish/reddish ringlets and humongous bright blue eyes. And he is a hellion. A HUGE hellion. And he's fast and strong. At the moment I cannot run after him. Being outside is quite a nightmare for me.
I digress. That is just one of the reasons, after agonizing consideations, that I felt unable to continue taking care of the children. It broke my heart and I cried for days. I was very close to both the children but also to the mom, Mallory. That was part of the issue as well. It caused much family discord. After 6 years of listening to my own children rant about my relationships with Mallory and the kids, I just caved. It wasn't the only reason but it certainly was a huge part of the issue.
Oh, poop. (No lime green dinosaurs in THIS poop.) I digress again.
The 4 y/o was here visiting Gummy (that's me) for the day. After lunch, while snuggling on the couch this is the conversation: Child: "Gummy, you're old." Me, using the best quizzical 4 y/o face I could muster, "Oh, I am? Tell me what makes me old? Grammy and I are the same age. Is she old too?" Child: Grammy is old. You're OLD old!" "Can you tell me what makes someone OLD old??" Child: "You're fat. (I did make a small sound at that) and you're soft and squishy." "Ohhhh." Child: "OLD old people have this stuff (at this he rings the flab under my arm like a bell) and your teeth come out." I honestly didn't react to all that. Honest. If I had, those same teeth that 'come out' would have done just that; They would probably get shot out of my mouth and hit the wall. "Well," I said, "This flabby stuff is a Very Big Honor! These are my Wisdom Wings! You get them when you have gathered enough wisdom,even more wisdom than young people can possibly have until they grow Wisdom Wings! When you have gathered enough wisdom you get your Wisdom Wings." Child, and this is exactly what he said: "Gummy, can you FLY with those?"
A few weeks ago I had written something similar, tongue-in-cheek. I'm sure he read my blatherings!
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The following quote is taken from 'Written In My Own Heart's Blood,' by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 87, "Moonrise". Copyright 2014, by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.
"Elephants," I said, drawing the shallowest breath compatible with speaking. "When a female elephant is dying, sometimes a male will try to mate with her."
There was a marked silence behind me, and then a big hand came round and assesstingly on my forehead.
"Either ye're fevered again, Sassenach," he said in my ear, "or ye have verra perverse fancies. Ye dinna really want me to--"
"No," I said hastily . "Not right this minute, no. And I'm not dying, either. The thought just came to me."
He made an amused Scottish noise and, lifting the hair off my neck, kissed my nape.
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- I'm willing to bet Jamie was relieved not only by the "And I'm not dying, either." but also that Claire wasn't looking to make love - at least not at that minute. Remember Jamie's admiration for Fergus when he and Marsali had sex when she was in labor??? (NT) -- DianaH, Fri, September 06 2019, 7:37:36
- Wisdom Wings - that is ABSOLUTELY brilliant! Can you fly? Of course, by the seat of your pants, off the handle, you can make sparks fly, and do it all on the fly. Your powers are limitless! <3 (NT) -- DianaH, Fri, September 06 2019, 7:44:06
- LOVE Wisdom Wings. I was upset that I was working on a set of my own, now I'll let them flap with pride!!! (NT) -- Janet, Fri, September 06 2019, 12:19:06
- I'm pretty sure I'll be able to post this evening (Thursday) for Friday, unless someone has another plan.It will be a couple of weeks before I can commit to a whole week's worth of quotes but I'll fill in as I can, or I'll TRY to anyway. -- Betsy Barelythere Spinner, Thu, September 05 2019, 11:57:45
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- QOTD for Wednesday, I think. -- Betsy BS, Wed, September 04 2019, 16:00:02
The following quote is taken from 'Written in My Own Heart's Blood,' by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 84, "Nightfall". Copyright 2014, by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.
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In the excitement, most of the crowd likely didn't hear the Indian's reply, but Grey and Andre' did. He sat up, very slowly, hands shaking as they pressed a fold of his shirt to the shallow cut across his throat, and said, in an almost conversational tone, "You will regret that, Mohawk."
Murray was breathing like a winded horse, his ribs visible with each gasp. Most of the paint had gone from his face; there were long smears of red and black down his glistening chest, and only a horizontal streak of some dark color remained across his cheekbones-- that and a smudge of white on the point of his shoulder, above the arrow wound. He nodded to himself, once, then twice. And, without haste, stepped back into the circle of firelight, picked up a tomahawk the was lying on the ground, and swinging it high with both hands, brought it down on the Indian's skull.
The sound froze Grey to the marrow and silenced every man present. Murray stood still for a moment, breathing heavily, then walked away. As he passed Grey, he turned his head and said, in a perfectly convetsational tone of voice, "He's right. I would have, " before disappearing into the night.
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- Wow! I often forget how powerful scenes with young Ian are (NT) -- Lady DuBois, Wed, September 04 2019, 16:48:35
- The "conversational tone" in both the Mohawk's statement and in Ian's are such stark contrasts to the brutality of the actions. (NT) -- DianaH, Thu, September 05 2019, 8:28:07
- Ian's sense of the need for brutality reminds me so much of his Uncle's. It was a fact of life, not at all pleasant but necessary. Ian's time with the Mohawk taught him many things, not the least of which was a different set of values. Not better or worse, just different. (NT) -- Betsy Barestuff Spinner, Thu, September 05 2019, 12:09:53
- Qotd for a couple of days in September. -- Betsy BS, Wed, September 04 2019, 14:50:25
When I said I'd be late, I really hadn't' thought it would be THIS late! But it is so here we are. I think this is for Tuesday and Wednesday. If it isn't, feel free to either fix it or Accept it and laugh, shaking your head or blame it on mid-life mental breakdown.
The Following quote is taken from 'Written in My Own Heart's Blood,' by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 83, "Sundown." Copyright c 2014, by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.
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"Again, Sassensach," Jamie whispered, lifting my head and putting the spoon to my lips, sticky with sherry and the bitter taste of opium. "One more." I swallowed and lay back. If I died, would I see my mother again? I wondered, and experienced an urgent longing for her, shocking in its intensity.
I was trying to summom her face before me, bring her out of the floating horde of strangers, when I suddenly lost my grip on my own thoughts and began to float off into a sphere of dark, dark blue
"Don't leave me, Claire," Jamie whispered close to my ear. "This time, I'll beg. Dinna go from me. Please." I could feel the warmth of his face, see the glow of his breath on my cheek, though my eyes were closed.
"I won't, " I said --or thought I said -- and went. My last clear thought was that I'd forgotten to tell him not to marry a fool.
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- QOTD for Wednesday, September 4, 2019 The following quote is taken from Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 17, We Meet A Beggar, Copyright © 1991 by Diana Gabaldon, All Rights Reserved.
-- Lady Linda, Wed, September 04 2019, 12:29:46
“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.
Hope I am not stepping on anyone’s toes. Just jumping in here to post a quote to take us back to where it all began.
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- Great Mmmmphing quote. Please continue (NT) -- LDB, Wed, September 04 2019, 13:25:29
- I LOVE this quote. Quite a funny picture of the poor red stags and the comparison to Jamie. Mmmmppphhh on! (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Wed, September 04 2019, 13:31:49
- If one Quote is great, two is better! Together, we all make a pretty terrific team, I think. (NT) -- Betsy Barefoot Spinner, Wed, September 04 2019, 16:34:10
- The line I love in this exchange is "We did not come down to supper." :) (NT) -- DianaH, Thu, September 05 2019, 7:45:46
- QOTD for Monday, 9/2/19 -- Betsy BS, which can easily stand for Bull Shyte, Sun, September 01 2019, 18:39:10
Good Evening, Morning, Afternoon, or whatever it is where you are,
Happy Labor Day to all who Labor, whether in a paid position, home (where Labor is oh-so-true), or laboring to maintain some amount of mental health. It has been my own personal experience that there is no one sort of "Labor" that is the hardest, no one wins "the work I do is the hardest" or most important. Recieving a paycheck does not make a life a bit above those who labor at home or those who struggle every moment of every day to hold their head up and find Mental Health a nebulous reality and require all the energy they have just to exist.
Happy Labor Day to All, wherever you find yourself on this pendulum of Life. It depends what day it is where I can be found Laboring. I hit all three.
The following quote is taken from 'Written in My Own Heart's Blood,' by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 83, "Sundown." Copyright c 2014, by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.
"Roquefort," I said earnestly. "Is it Roquefort cheese? Sort of gray, with green and blue veins?"
"Why, I don't know," she said, startled by my vehemence. She gingerly plucked a cloth-wrapped parcel out of the basket and held it delicately in front of me. The odor wafting from it was enough, and I relaxed - very slowly - back down.
"Good," I breathed. "Denzell - when you've finished... pack the wound with cheese."
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- At times like this, I understand why Claire was concidered a witch by so many. (NT) -- Betsy Baretootsies, Sun, September 01 2019, 18:42:40
- OT: Has anyone stepped up for tomorrow or any day this week? (NT) -- LDB, Mon, September 02 2019, 16:12:40
- My Roquefort cheese story- about 30 years ago DH and I were out for dinner and seated kind of close to the bathroom. After our salads came Mike says I’m going to ask the waitress to move, I think someone puked. To which I replied, It’s my salad dressing. (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Tue, September 03 2019, 13:18:09
- Betsy, as usual, your insight is so spot on. "Labor" is different for everyone, and no one person's work or struggle is more difficult or important than another's. Many of us Lallygirls have their own experiences of laboring to bring a child into the world, our own war stories. Some were perhaps shorter or less painful than others, but all worthy of note in our personal histories. Accolades to all who labor, day in and day out, to do whatever is necessary to help keep their corner of the world spinning along at whatever speed works. (NT) -- DianaH, Wed, September 04 2019, 6:53:56
- Lally Ornaments -- Kathy in PA, Sun, September 01 2019, 14:55:51
Calling all ornamenters!
Are you a crafty person?
Do you like making holiday ornaments?
The 2019 LallyOrnament swap will be starting soon. Over the years we’ve had a group of crafters in the VoyGroups board who have made and swapped Outlander based Christmas ornaments. Here’s the link of past ornaments so you can get an idea of what we’ve been doing through the years: http://LallyOrnaments.blogspot.com.
You will be swapping 10 ornaments. If you’re interested in joining the swap this year, please contact me at my gmail address of Lallykathy2019@gmail.com, and I will add you to the Lallyornment yahoo group.
I’ve sent deadline and mailing information to the group and will be sending reminders periodically. Not knowing what kind of response I’ll get, I’m limiting participation to the first 30 responders.
We hope you decide to join the fun!
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- QOTD for Sunday, 9/ 1!/19 -- Betsy BS, Sat, August 31 2019, 22:16:46
Good morning, all you wonderful LallyLanders,
Last night at my house: My three year old grandson "Uh oh." This is NOT a happy phrase when uttered by a three year old. And this was no different. Uh oh it was. " I need to go potty," and up he popped and ran, holding his bottom with both hands. Oops.....too late....several plops of poop were leading the path to the bathroom, like the breadcrumbs in the story of Hansel and Gretal (spelling is not correct, I know). In the wake of his race chugged along Mama and Gummy. So did our Labrador Retrieval, trying to help clean up all the poop-plops. Grampie and Daddy both are screaming NONONONONO and are holding the dog by the tail trying to keep him from adding his asistance. Gummy runs back to the living room to scoop up all the plops ahead of anyone else. Hmmmmm. Something is odd. Poop looks like as chewed-up cucumber. Yes-sir-ree- bob. This is no common poop. Oh, no...MY grandson poops lime-green dinosaurs! Each plop had a body part and the biggest one had an unmistakable T-Rex. Lime green.
I couldn't help it. That's when I started snickering, then giggling, then growing into an all-out laugh, ending with spittel-indusing near-hysterics. Not everyone has a grandiebabe that can poop lime green dinosaurs. I'm pretty proud.
I'm doing QOTD for two days so I though I'd continue with last week's theme.
The following quote is taken from "Written In My Own Heart's Blood," by Diana Gabaldon. Chapter 82, 'Even People Who Want to Go To Heaven Don't Wnt To Die To Get There.' Copyright c 2014, by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.
"Aye," he said, keeping his voice as steady as he could. "And if that's the case...and if it didna kill ye quick... I've seen men die of gunshot. Balnain died that way. It's long and it's foul, and I will not have ye die like that, Claire. I won't !"
He meant it, truly he did. But his hand squeezed the canteen hard enough to dent the tin. How could he give her the water that might kill her right before for his eyes, right...NOW?!
Not now, he prayed. Please, don't let it be now!
"I'm not ...keen...either way," she whispered, after a long pause. She blinked away a green-bellied fly, shining like emerald, that had come to drink her tears. "I need ...Denny." A soft gasped. "Now."
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- I can't even believe I screwed up the last word. It is supposed to be "Quick." I am sorry. (NT) -- Betsy Barefoot and Brain-dead, Sat, August 31 2019, 22:23:07
- OMG! Your poop story is hysterical, I'm laughing so hard I can't drink my coffee. Jamie is so devoted he would hasten his beloved Claire's death to spare her, even if it meant killing his own soul. (NT) -- Lady DuBois, Sun, September 01 2019, 4:37:27
- Typical three year old and Lab. You’ll get another laugh when your dog poops green dinosaurs too! I love stories from the Robbins’ home. Remember the green fly she spoke to on her wedding eve? Is there a third somewhere? Thank God for Denny 😳 (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Sun, September 01 2019, 8:01:30
- Now these posts are what keep me coming back to read the QOTD. Green dinosaur poop indeed! And lovely to think that DG will probable get to enjoy some cute toddler antics with Santiago and now the new little one. (NT) -- Marcie, Thu, September 05 2019, 18:47:03
- QOTD for Saturday, August 31, 2019 -- CindyG, Fri, August 30 2019, 20:45:08
The following is a quote from Written in My Own Heart’s Blood, by Diana Gabaldon. Chapter 82, “Even People Who Want to Go to Heaven Don’t Want to Die to Get There.” Copyright © 2014 by Diana Gabaldon, All Rights Reserved.
I thought I had my quotes all planned, with the one I posted yesterday as the last, but I apparently can’t count anymore. But I hope this one pleases:
“ Leckie swayed for a moment, then got laboriously to his feet. ‘The bleeding’s mostly stopped—for now,’ he said to Jamie. ‘I’ll come back when I can.’ He swallowed and looked directly at Claire’s face, wiping his chin on his sleeve. ‘Good luck to you, ma’am.’
And with that, he simply strode off toward the open doors of the church, not looking back. Jamie felt such a rush of fury that he would have gone after the man and dragged him back, could he have left Claire’s side. He’d left—just left her, the bastard! Alone, helpless!
‘May the devil eat your soul and salt it well first, you whore!’ he shouted in Gàidhlig after the vanished surgeon. Overcome by fright and the sheer rage of helplessness, he dropped to his knees beside his wife and pounded a fist blindly on the ground.
‘Did you just … call him a … whore?’”
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- In case you haven't heard, Herself has become a grandmother again. -- LDB, Fri, August 30 2019, 18:22:19
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- QOTD for Friday, August 30, 2019 -- CindyG, Thu, August 29 2019, 20:54:19
The following is a quote from Written in My Own Heart’s Blood, by Diana Gabaldon. Chapter 82, “Even People Who Want to Go to Heaven Don’t Want to Die to Get There.” Copyright © 2014 by Diana Gabaldon, All Rights Reserved.
“‘TAKE OFF YOUR coat and waistcoat, lad,’ Jamie said abruptly. The boy looked completely bewildered, but—stimulated by a menacing movement from Bixby—did as he was told. Jamie took him by the shoulder, turned him round, and said, ‘Stand still, aye?’
Stooping swiftly, he scooped a handful from the horrifying puddle of bloody mud and, standing, wrote carefully on the messenger’s white back with a finger:
I resign my commission. J. Fraser.
He made to fling the remnants of mud away but, after a moment’s hesitation, added a smeared and reluctant Sir at the top of the message, then clapped the boy on the shoulder.
‘Go and show that to General Lee,’ he said. The lieutenant went pale.”
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- Oopsie-Doodle! We need someone to do quotes next week??? -- Judie, Thu, August 29 2019, 13:17:02
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- QOTD for Thursday, August 29, 2019 -- CindyG, Wed, August 28 2019, 20:33:44
The following is a quote from Written in My Own Heart’s Blood, by Diana Gabaldon. Chapter 82, “Even People Who Want to Go to Heaven Don’t Want to Die to Get There.” Copyright © 2014 by Diana Gabaldon, All Rights Reserved.
“VOICES … I heard words, disjointed, coming out of the fog like bullets, striking randomly.
‘… find Denzell Hunter!’
‘General—‘
‘No!’
“—but you’re needed at—‘
‘No!’
‘—orders—‘
‘NO!’
And another voice, this one stiff with fear.
‘… could be shot for treason and desertion, sir!’
That focused my wandering attention and I heard the reply, clearly.
‘Then they’ll shoot me where I stand, sir, for I will not leave her side!’
Good, I thought, and, comforted, lapsed into the spinning void again.”
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- I can imagine the momentary pause in Claire's agony to grab onto the words, then the comfort of knowing Jamie would never leave, and that someone would find Denny. (NT) -- DianaH, Thu, August 29 2019, 6:46:16
- Reminds me of when he stood off the crowd at Cranesmuir. It always seems like it will be OK if Jamie’s there. (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Thu, August 29 2019, 14:59:11
- A few years ago I went to the Operating Room for emergency bowel surgery. As I waitied for the few minutes it took to cross all the T's and dot all the I's, I was curled up on a bed in a fetal possition. David was lying in back of me with his arms around me, holding on to me for dear life. "I am here, Betsy, and I will stay with you until they pry my arms off." I rose through the the fog of pain and drugs, and heard him, then sunk back into the abyss, thinking "Oh, it's you. I am safe." It is an odd feeling, knowing death is waiting but you're tethered by the voice you know best. I do remember thinking, If I die, let it be while David is curled around me, keeping me warm and whispering "I love you" as I drift away. (NT) -- Betsy BarefootSpinner, Thu, August 29 2019, 17:22:25
- QOTD for Wednesday, August 28, 2019 -- CindyG, Tue, August 27 2019, 20:51:20
The following is a quote from Written in My Own Heart’s Blood, by Diana Gabaldon. Chapter 82, “Even People Who Want to Go to Heaven Don’t Want to Die to Get There.” Copyright © 2014 by Diana Gabaldon, All Rights Reserved.
“JAMIE COULDN’T take his eyes off Claire’s face, lest she die in the second when he looked away. He fumbled for a kerchief, but he’d given it to Bixby, and in desperation seized a fold of her skirt and pressed it hard to her side. She made a horrible sound and he nearly let go, but the ground under her was already darkening with blood and he pressed harder, shouting, ‘Help! Help me, Rachel! Dottie!’”
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- Loving our time in Scotland. Currently in the Orkneys making friends with the local cows. We had a fantastic tour of St. Magnus cathedral in Kirkwall and wandered around an abandoned WWII site imagining the lives of the soldiers stationed there -- kgp, Tue, August 27 2019, 11:59:48
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- QOTD for Tuesday, August 27, 2019 -- CindyG, Mon, August 26 2019, 22:19:07
The following is a quote from Written in My Own Heart’s Blood, by Diana Gabaldon. Chapter 82, “Even People Who Want to Go to Heaven Don’t Want to Die to Get There.” Copyright © 2014 by Diana Gabaldon, All Rights Reserved.
“It hurt unspeakably. Jellied. Impact shock. Cells blasted to shreds and goo. No function … organ failure.
Tightness. Couldn’t breathe. Jerking, and someone cursing above me. My eyes were open, I saw color, but the air was thick with pulsing spots.
Shouting. Talk.
I couldn’t draw breath. Something tight around my middle. What’s gone? How much?
God, it hurt. Oh, God.”
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- QOTD for Monday, August 26, 2019 -- CindyG, Sun, August 25 2019, 21:59:58
The following is a quote from Written in My Own Heart’s Blood, by Diana Gabaldon. Chapter 82, “Even People Who Want to Go to Heaven Don’t Want to Die to Get There.” Copyright © 2014 by Diana Gabaldon, All Rights Reserved.
“‘Sassenach!’
Hands turned me. I screamed. Tried to. I felt it wrench my throat but couldn’t hear it; there was a roaring in my ears. Shock, I thought. I couldn’t feel my limbs, my feet. I felt the blood leaving my body.
It hurt.
The shock’s wearing off, I thought. Or is it getting worse? I could see the pain now, going off in bursts like black lightning, jagged and searing.
’Sassenach!’
‘What?’ I said through clenched teeth. ’Auh!’
‘Are ye dying?’
‘Probably.’”
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- I love the chapt. title. (NT) -- LDB, Mon, August 26 2019, 6:43:47
- Jamie’s panic! We know he felt the pain, wanted to suffer it for Claire. (NT) -- Midge, Mon, August 26 2019, 10:33:57
- Claire - keeping her shite together - even after being shot! I wanna be her 😏 (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Mon, August 26 2019, 14:38:19
- Each time I read this passage, my hand went to my side as if I too had been injured. It's so well written that you feel like part of the scene. (NT) -- DianaH, Tue, August 27 2019, 7:01:45
- Free books! -- ErinD, Sun, August 25 2019, 9:37:17
Hi everyone, long time, no chat! I just came from a book swap and picked up 1st edition, hardcovers of The Scottish Prisoner and Echo. Would be glad to pass them along to someone who perhaps doesn’t have their own copies. I’m in Nova Scotia, Canada for a sense of where they would ship from. Thanks!
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- QOTD for Sunday, August 25, 2019 -- CindyG, Sat, August 24 2019, 22:27:11
The following is a quote from Written in My Own Heart’s Blood, by Diana Gabaldon. Chapter 82, “Even People Who Want to Go to Heaven Don’t Want to Die to Get There.” Copyright © 2014 by Diana Gabaldon, All Rights Reserved.
“I SWAM DIZZILY TO the surface of consciousness, thinking, What was it Ernest Hemingway had said, about how one is supposed to pass out from the pain but you don’t? I just had, but he was more or less right; the unconsciousness hadn’t lasted more than a few seconds. I was curled into a tight ball, both hands pressed against my right side, and I could feel the blood welling between my fingers, hot and cold and sticky, and it was beginning to hurt … very much …
‘Sassenach! Claire!’ I swam out of the fog again and managed to open one eye. Jamie was kneeling by me. He was touching me, had his hands on me, but I couldn’t feel it.…’”
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- QOTD for Saturday, August 24, 2019 -- CindyG, Fri, August 23 2019, 20:17:41
The following is a quote from Written in My Own Heart’s Blood, by Diana Gabaldon. Chapter 81, “Among the Tombstones.” Copyright © 2014 by Diana Gabaldon, All Rights Reserved.
“A SLEDGEHAMMER hit me in the side, making me jerk, the needle dropping from my hands. I didn’t feel myself fall but was lying on the ground, black and white spots flashing round me, a sense of intense numbness radiating from my right side. I smelled damp earth and warm grass and sycamore leaves, pungent and comforting.
Shock, I thought dimly, and opened my mouth, but nothing but a dry click came out of my throat. What … The numbness of the impact began to lessen, and I realized that I had curled into a ball, my forearm pressed by reflex over my abdomen. I smelled burning, and fresh blood, very fresh. I’ve been shot, then.”
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- QOTD for Friday, August 23, 2019 -- CindyG, Thu, August 22 2019, 19:55:16
The following is a quote from Written in My Own Heart’s Blood, by Diana Gabaldon. Chapter 81, “Among the Tombstones.” Copyright © 2014 by Diana Gabaldon, All Rights Reserved.
“He saw her at once, as though his thought had conjured her, right there in the open. She was standing up, staring openmouthed, and no wonder—there was a Continental regular on a stool beside her, holding a bloodstained cloth, and more such cloths in a basin at her feet. But why was she out here? She—
And then he saw her jerk upright, clap a hand to her side, and fall.”
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- Noooo!!!! (NT) -- kgp, Fri, August 23 2019, 0:14:25
- Scary moments for sure (NT) -- Lady DuBois, Fri, August 23 2019, 6:09:45
- I always think of how Jamie can take anything happening to him, but nothing happening to Claire. (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Sat, August 24 2019, 8:07:35
- That moment had my heart pounding and I remember thinking, “I know she’s not dead, but c’mon! Leave the Frasers alone!” (NT) -- Midge, Mon, August 26 2019, 10:26:52
- CINDY G!!!!!!! Sorry to shout but are you still taking Friday and Saturday's QOTD? -- LDB, Thu, August 22 2019, 10:36:47
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- QOTD for Thursday, August 22, 2018 -- Lady DuBois, Wed, August 21 2019, 14:20:37
The following quote is taken from Lord John And The Private Matter by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 17, Nemesis. Copyright (c) 2003. All rights reserved.
"A long voyage then, I take it?" In his muddled state, he had not even thought to ask Stephen for the ship's destination. Where in God's name were they headed?
"Long enough." It was Treve;uan who spoke, taking away the cloth from his arm and peering at the result. The tender skin of his inner forearm had been scarified, Grey saw; blood still oozed form a rectangular pattern of small cuts.
Trevelyan turned to pick up a fresh cloth, and Grey caught site of the bed beyond him. A woman lay behind the drapes of gauze net, unmoving, and he took the few steps that brought him to the bedside, unsteady on his feet as the ship shuddered and quickened, taking sail.
This would be Mrs. Mayrhofer, I suppose?" he asked quietly, though she seemed in a sleep to deep to rouse from easily.
"Maria," Trevelyan said softly at his elbow, wrapping his arm with a bandage as he looked down at her.
She was drawn and wasted by illness, and looked little like her portrait. Still, Grey thought she was likely beautiful, when in health. The bones of her face were too prominent now, but the shape of them graceful, and the hair that swept back from a high brow dark and lush, though matted by sweat. She had been let blood, too; a clean bandage wrapped the crook of her elbow. Her hands lay open on the coverlet, and he saw that she wore Trevelyan's signet, loose on her finger--the emerald cabochon, marked with the Cornish chough.
FYI
Definition of chough
: either of two Old World birds (Pyrrhocorax pyrrhocorax and P. graculus) that are related to the crows and have red legs and glossy blue-black plumage
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- QOTD for Wednesday, August 21, 2019 -- Lady DuBois, Tue, August 20 2019, 13:29:59
The following quote is taken from Lord John And The Private Matter by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 10, The Affairs Of Men. Copyright (c) 2003. All rights reserved.
"You are right, to a degree. In fact, I do not know the name of Mr. Trevelyan's inamorata; he is very careful. I do, however, one rather important thing about her."
"Which is?"
"That she is an inamorata---rather than an inamorato.""
"What? Trevelyan is meeting a woman? A real woman? Here?"
Caswell inclined his head, hands folded gravely at his waist like a butler.
"How do you know?" Grey demanded. "Are you sure?"
The candle light danced like laughter in Caswell's small black eyes.
"Ever smelt a woman? Close to, I mean." Caswell shook his head, the loose folds of skin on his neck quivering with the movement. "Let alone a room where someone's been swiving one of the creatures for hours on end. Of course I am sure."
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- AFTER MANY YEARS ELSEWHERE, A RETURN TO LOL -- Midge, Tue, August 20 2019, 13:17:53
I’ll make this an official announcement: After many years on Facebook I’ve decided to return home, to LOL. The last few years on FB ended up being too intrusive and I began to consider whether a departure from it would better serve my mental health. After watching a documentary this past weekend which presented facts on the far-reaching and devastating privacy breach and data collection committed against every FB member via Cambridge Analytica and FB’s denials and lack of effort to prevent similar from occurring again, I couldn’t avoid the only response I felt was called for, so I closed my account. Also, while the FB format is designed for easy navigation and connection, it is also pervasive and addictive. That pervasiveness is the other reason I decided to leave FB - I simply wasn’t getting anything done because I found myself on my phone too often. Ugh!
I look forward to being in this environment again wherein Judie’s rules of engagement serve us so well, creating a space for fun, intimacy, and caring. One more thing: in just one day off FB, I took care of a few piles of paperwork, interviewed the first in a series of contractors for a home improvement project, and actually sat down with a neighbor for a bullshit session. Yay me!
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- Go Midge! I'm still doing FB but I do visit here occasionally. This week it is more often as evidenced by the above :D Anyway, welcome home. (NT) -- Lady DuBois, Tue, August 20 2019, 13:34:40
- Well done, Midge! I hear you. Let's see if we can get this board revived with more interactions and also hope that it doesn't end up dying because the owners aren't really putting any effort into fixing things, like accounts and stuff. Very disheartening. (NT) -- Judie, Tue, August 20 2019, 14:12:47
- Hey Midge. Looks like you’re dragging an oatcake home with ye xD (NT) -- Oatcake, Tue, August 20 2019, 22:28:06
- I read your farewell last night. I don't spend much time on Facebook. At first it was because I write so slowly that before I had time to type anything the original comment was long gone. It was frustrating, maddening, then made me feel inept and out of touch. Why set myself up to feel badly? Plus, it feels like a huge waste of time. So, although I confess to having a facebook acct. (and occasionally post something!) it's mostly to keep in touch with children and grandchildren. That may be ending as well. We all use MSN or facetime on our phones so there really isn't much reason to keep Facebook going. I am in full agreement with all the reasons you so accurately discuss, and my fury with the loss of privacy with all that entails, I have learned not to click on ANYTHING I see there. Facebook just doesn't have the same "feel" as LOL. LOL is home. Facebook is impersonal, demeaning, and has never ever made me feel warm, understood, or sane. Very glad to see some Family moving home. (NT) -- Betsy BarefootSpinner, Wed, August 21 2019, 12:23:24
- Such a joy to be following you and others to this our home site! Long live LOL! (NT) -- Florence, Wed, August 21 2019, 14:38:27
- Everyone comes home eventually :) (NT) --
Ceilidh, Wed, August 21 2019, 18:27:05
- It means more than I can express to read these comments, and I have to say that being one week free of FB is fabulous. I find my time is just that - mine. While FB initially served everyone well, the fallout has been devastating. The rules of engagement here at LOL make for an equitable and safe hangout, a rare experience anywhere today. (NT) -- Midge, Mon, August 26 2019, 10:22:32
- Having a lovely time on Skye. Hoping to find the Fairy Pools this morning and do some hiking. DH managed to hurt his foot on the step of our rental cottage but is determined to get out and about. -- kgp, Tue, August 20 2019, 0:24:16
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- Oh, poor DH! Hope it’s OK and you continue on with your wonderful trip. Please let us know if you find the Fairy Pools. 🏴 👍 (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Tue, August 20 2019, 3:56:33
- So sorry about your DH! what a rotten thing to happen on a vacation! Enjoy your tea and trip! (NT) -- Janet, Tue, August 20 2019, 11:17:15
- So, not only do you get to see the Fairy Pools but you get to see a naked dude. I hope that sight was worth it. 😁 Please take plenty of photos and maybe share a couple here. Have a blast! I can’t wait to read more of your Scotland adventures. Will you be visiting elsewhere? (NT) -- Midge, Tue, August 20 2019, 12:51:51
- QOTD for Tuesday, August 20, 2019 -- Lady DuBois, Mon, August 19 2019, 15:07:06
The following quote is taken from Lord John And The Private Matter by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 10, The Affairs Of Men. Copyright (c) 2003. All rights reserved.
"You're a shameless flatterer." Caswell looked him over, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Can't say the same for you, my dear. You look as fresh and innocent as the day I first saw you. How old were you then, eighteen?" Caswell's eyes were the same; small, black nd clever, perpetually bloodshot from smoke and lat hours, sunk in pouches of deep violet.
"I live a wholesome life. Keeps the skin clear."
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- I love to hear Lord John talk. He’s always quick with a clever comeback and never at a loss for words. (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Mon, August 19 2019, 18:38:57
- Love Lord John (NT) -- Judie, Mon, August 19 2019, 22:38:14
- Oh yes John, so VERY wholesome! ;) (NT) -- DianaH, Tue, August 20 2019, 6:48:46
- Holy smokes! I sure don’t recall much of LJ&PM. A reread is in order. Thank you, Deb, for posting QOTD. (NT) -- Midge, Tue, August 20 2019, 12:55:29
- Hey - gang - we need a quoter this week! :) -- Judie, Sun, August 18 2019, 15:50:17
Anyone?
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- I'll pop in later in the day if no one has already posted (NT) -- LadyDuBois, Sun, August 18 2019, 15:58:56
- I have next week, I could start early and do Friday & Saturday. (NT) -- CindyG, Mon, August 19 2019, 12:02:59
GREETINGS! -- Midge, Mon, August 19 2019, 14:38:05
- Quote of the Day for Monday, August 19, 2019 -- Judie, Sun, August 18 2019, 15:49:41
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The following quote is taken from Drums of Autumn by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 50, In Which All Is Revealed. Copyright (c) 1997 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.
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- Anticipation - in a totally clueless way. Hope tinged with a ton of doubt. (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Mon, August 19 2019, 5:37:03
- Not knowing is the worst, and in this time and place, anything could have still befallen Roger - Indians, snakebite, a fall, injury or death by so many known and unknown causes. Or if he had chosen NOT to return to Bree. The wait would have been agonizing. (NT) -- DianaH, Mon, August 19 2019, 8:46:19
- Quote of the day for Sunday, August 18, 2019 -- Judie, Sun, August 18 2019, 15:46:01
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The following quote is taken from Drums of Autumn by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 28, Heated Conversation. Copyright (c) 1997 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.
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- Quotes needed. -- Judie, Sun, August 18 2019, 8:20:43
Anyone for this week?
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- QOTD for Saturday 17th August, 2019 -- SueP, Fri, August 16 2019, 19:21:01
I hope you all enjoyed my fortnight of Written in my Own Heart's Blood Quotes as much as I did finding them.
The following quotation is from Written In my Own Heart’s Blood by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 120, “A Crackling of Thorns.” Copyright (c) 2014. All Rights Reserved.
“‘No!’ Jamie bellowed, seeing it. ‘Germain, don’t!’ But Germain bent his head over his brother’s, and I thought I saw his lips move, saying, ‘Hold on tight!’ And then he stepped out into the air, both hands clinging to the rope, Henri-Christian’s stocky legs wrapped round his ribs.
It happened instantly and yet so slowly. Henri-Christian’s short legs lost their grip. Germain’s grab failed, for the little boy was already falling, arms outstretched, in a half somersault through the smoky air.
He fell straight through the sea of upraised hands, and the sound as his head struck the cobbles was the sound of the end of the world.”
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- QOTD for Friday 16th August, 2019 -- SueP, Thu, August 15 2019, 14:51:22
The following is a quote from Written in My Own Heart’s Blood, by Diana Gabaldon. Chapter 145, And you know that. Copyright © 2014 by Diana Gabaldon, All Rights Reserved.
The woman turned then to speak to her husband, throwing out an arm to point to something—the Higginses’ cabin, I thought. The man put both hands to his mouth and shouted, and the wind carried his words to us, faint but clearly audible, called out in a strong, cracked voice.
“Hello, the house!”
I was on my feet, and Jamie stood and grabbed my hand, hard enough to bruise my fingers.
Movement at the door of the cabin, and a small figure that I recognized as Amy Higgins appeared. The tall woman pulled off her hat and waved it, her long red hair streaming out like a banner in the wind.
“Hello, the house!” she called, laughing.
Then I was flying down the hill, with Jamie just before me, arms flung wide, the two of us flying together on that same wind.
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- Although, “If my last words are not ‘I love you.....’” was pretty special - this is my absolutely, very best, top of all ending!!! I really, really wanted the McKenzies to go back so we could all be together again. When Roger and Buck ended up in the wrong time, I was so afraid it would take forever for them to reunite, But apparently not only Roger and Bri find each other, they go back!!!! Can’t wait for book nine 🥰 (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Fri, August 16 2019, 13:44:13
- I totally agree! To have them all back in the same time & place was a wonderful ending! (NT) -- DianaH, Mon, August 19 2019, 7:23:53
- QOTD for THursday 15th August, 2019 -- SueP, Wed, August 14 2019, 17:49:27
The following is a quote from Written in My Own Heart’s Blood, by Diana Gabaldon. Chapter 145, And you know that. Copyright © 2014 by Diana Gabaldon, All Rights Reserved.
“Ye lost your parents young, mo nighean donn, and wandered about the world, rootless. Ye loved Frank”—his mouth compressed for an instant, but I thought he was unconscious of it—“and of course ye love Brianna and Roger Mac and the weans . . . but, Sassenach—I am the true home of your heart, and I know that.”
He lifted my hands to his mouth and kissed my upturned palms, one and then the other, his breath warm and his beard stubble soft on my fingers.
“I have loved others, and I do love many, Sassenach—but you alone hold all my heart, whole in your hands,” he said softly. “And you know that.”
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- QOTD for Wednesday 14th August, 2019 -- SueP, Tue, August 13 2019, 16:38:17
The following is a quote from Written in My Own Heart’s Blood, by Diana Gabaldon. Chapter 144 Visit to a Haunted Garden. Copyright © 2014 by Diana Gabaldon, All Rights Reserved.
He’d agreed not to ask me. He hadn’t said he wouldn’t ask anyone else. And while Jenny clearly loved me, I’d never been under any illusions as to where her ultimate loyalty lay. She wouldn’t have voluntarily given up my secret, but if her brother asked her, point-blank, she would certainly have told him.
The sun was spreading warmth like honey over the morning, but none of it was reaching my cold bones.
He knew. And he’d gone a-hunting."
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- QOTD for Tuesday 13th August, 2019 -- SueP, Mon, August 12 2019, 23:47:22
The following is a quote from Written in My Own Heart’s Blood, by Diana Gabaldon. Chapter 143, Interruptus. Copyright © 2014 by Diana Gabaldon, All Rights Reserved.
“Do you remember,” I said slowly, looking up at him, “on our wedding night? You told me you wouldn’t ask me to tell you things that I couldn’t. You said that love had room for secrets, but not for lies. I won’t lie to you, Jamie—but I really don’t want to tell you.”
He shifted his weight from one leg to the other and sighed.
“If ye think that’s going to relieve my mind, Sassenach . . .” he said, and shook his head. “I didna say that, anyway. I do remember the occasion—vividly”—and he smiled a little at me—“and what I said was that there was nothing between us then but respect—and that I thought respect maybe had room for secrets, but not for lies.”
He paused for a moment, then said very gently, “D’ye no think there’s more than respect between us now, mo chridhe?”
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- QOTD for Monday 12th August, 2019 -- SueP, Sun, August 11 2019, 18:58:14
The following is a quote from Written in My Own Heart’s Blood, by Diana Gabaldon. Chapter 140, Woman, Whilt they Lie with Me? Copyright © 2014 by Diana Gabaldon, All Rights Reserved.
Oh, I got a dozen sticks for Fanny,” Germain assured me. “And one each for Aidan, Orrie, and wee Rob, too.”
“That’s very generous, Germain,” I said, slightly surprised. “Er . . . what did you buy them with?”
“A beaver skin,” he replied, looking pleased with himself. “Mr. Kezzie Beardsley gave it to me for taking his young’uns down to the creek and minding ’em whilst he and Mrs. Beardsley had a lie-down.”
“A lie-down,” I repeated, my mouth twitching with the urge to laugh. “I see. All right. Let’s find Grannie Janet, then.”
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- QOTD for Sunday 11th August, 2019 -- SueP, Sat, August 10 2019, 16:33:44
The following is a quote from Written in My Own Heart’s Blood, by Diana Gabaldon. Chapter 137, In the Wilderness a Lodging Place. Copyright © 2014 by Diana Gabaldon, All Rights Reserved.
“I’ve brought ye home, Sassenach,” he said, his voice a little husky. “It willna be the same—and I canna say how things will be now—but I’ve kept my word.”
My throat was so choked that I could barely whisper “Thank you.” We stood for a long moment, clasped tight together, summoning up the strength to go around that last corner and look at what had been, and what might be.
Something brushed the hem of my skirt, and I looked down, expecting that a late cone from the big spruce we were standing by had fallen.
A large gray cat looked up at me with big, calm eyes of celadon green and dropped a fat, hairy, very dead wood rat at my feet.
“Oh, God!” I said and burst into tears."
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- QOTD for Saturday 10th August, 2019 -- SueP, Fri, August 09 2019, 15:07:18
The following is a quote from Written in My Own Heart’s Blood, by Diana Gabaldon. Chapter 24, Welcome Coolness in the Heat, Comfort in the Midst of Woes. Copyright © 2014 by Diana Gabaldon, All Rights Reserved
“It was quiet,” he said to his thumb. “We didna talk, really, not once we’d . . . begun.” He closed his eyes, and I wondered, with a small twinge of curiosity, just what he saw. I was surprised to realize that curiosity was all I felt—with, perhaps, pity for them. I’d seen the cave in which they’d made love, a cold granite tomb, and I knew how desperate the state of things had been in the Highlands then. Just the promise of a little human warmth . . . “Both of us mourning things that were lost,” he’d said.
“It was just the once. It didna last very long; I—it had been a long time,” he said, and a faint flush showed across his cheekbones. “But . . . I needed it, verra much. She held me after, and . . . I needed that more. I fell asleep in her arms; she was gone when I woke. But I carried the warmth of her with me. For a long time,” he said very softly.
That gave me a quite unexpected stab of jealousy, and I straightened a little, fighting it back with clenched hands. He sensed it and turned his head toward me. He’d felt that flame ignite—and had one to match it.”
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- QOTD for Friday 9th August, 2019 -- SueP, Thu, August 08 2019, 14:17:23
The following is a quote from Written in My Own Heart’s Blood, by Diana Gabaldon. Chapter 24, Welcome Coolness in the Heat, Comfort in the Midst of Woes. Copyright © 2014 by Diana Gabaldon, All Rights Reserved
“His concentration on the tableau before him was broken by the sound of an excited fist hammering the front door below. The door opened, and he heard his nephew Ian exclaim, “Mam!” in a hoarse voice, concurrent with his sister’s astonished “Ian!” Jamie stepped out of the room and, reaching the shattered banister in a few steps, saw his sister engulfed and all but obliterated by her tall son’s embrace.
Ian’s eyes were closed and his cheeks wet, arms wrapped tight round his small mother, and Jamie felt a sudden lump in his own throat. What would he not give to embrace his daughter that way once more?”
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- As the mom of a grown son, I can just feel the joy and love that Jenny is feeling seeing Ian once again. sigh. So satisfying. (NT) -- Marcie, Thu, August 08 2019, 15:02:31
- Thanks for giving us a week of Young Ian. A dash of Rachel isn’t amiss either.🥰❤️ (NT) -- Swarl, Fri, August 09 2019, 6:04:01
- So heartwarming, especially since Ian thought her dead, and so soon after losing his Dad. (NT) -- DianaH, Fri, August 09 2019, 8:55:59
- QOTD for Thursday 8th August, 2019 -- SueP, Wed, August 07 2019, 15:26:51
The following is a quote from Written in My Own Heart’s Blood, by Diana Gabaldon. Chapter 24, Welcome Coolness in the Heat, Comfort in the Midst of Woes, Copyright © 2014 by Diana Gabaldon, All Rights Reserved.
“Ye went to bed with John Grey, aye?”
I blinked, startled, then frowned at him. “Well, no, I wouldn’t say that.”
His eyebrows rose.
“He told me ye did.”
“Is that what he said?” I asked, surprised.
“Mmphm.” Now it was his turn to frown. “He told me he’d had carnal knowledge of ye. Why would he lie about such a thing as that?”
“Oh,” I said. “No, that’s right. Carnal knowledge is a very reasonable description of what happened.”
“But—”
“‘Going to bed,’ though . . . For one thing, we didn’t. It started on a dressing table and ended—so far as I recall—on the floor.” Jamie’s eyes widened noticeably, and I hastened to correct the impression he was obviously forming. “For another, that phraseology implies that we decided to make love to each other and toddled off hand in hand to do so, and that wasn’t what happened at all. Umm . . . perhaps we should sit down?” I gestured toward a rustic bench, standing knee-deep in creamy drifts of ranunculus.”
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- I can't imagine ever being in this sort of situation but I hope I would be able summon half the aplomb Claire has. But she's got it right. No denying, no blather, just give him the facts and stand back. (NT) -- kgp, Thu, August 08 2019, 4:59:37
- During my recent re-read, I remember thinking how awkward this conversation could be. (NT) -- DianaH, Thu, August 08 2019, 6:36:58
- It occurred to me how Claire had to accept Jamie's relationships when they were parted and now it's Jamie's turn to do the same. But it seems to help them both to know the details. The scene comes to mind in the printshop when Jamie tells Claire about Willie. (NT) -- Marcie, Thu, August 08 2019, 14:59:11
- QOTD for Tuesday 7th August, 2019 -- SueP, Tue, August 06 2019, 15:41:52
The following is a quote from Written in My Own Heart’s Blood, by Diana Gabaldon. Chapter 21, Bloody Men. Copyright © 2014 by Diana Gabaldon, All Rights Reserved.
“I was only thinking,” he went on, before she could think of anything. “Uncle Jamie told me how it was when his parents wed. His father stole his mother away from her brothers, and they were obliged to hide where they could, for the MacKenzies of Leoch werena anything ye’d want to face, when roused.”
His face was animated, telling the story.
“They couldna be marrit in kirk, for the banns couldna be called, and they’d be discovered the moment they came out of hiding to speak to a priest. So they stayed hidden until Ellen—that would be my grannie, aye?—was big wi’ child, and then came out. Her brothers couldna object to the marriage at that point, and so they were wed.” He shrugged. “So, I was only wondering: would Friends think a coming child a dire circumstance?”
Rachel stared at him.
“If thee thinks that I will lie with thee without marriage, Ian Murray,” she said, in measured tones, “thee has no notion just how dire thy own circumstances might become.”
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- Oops, this is the QOTD for Wednesday 7th August, 2019! (NT) -- SueP, Wed, August 07 2019, 1:16:35
- Nice try, Ian, but our Rachel is a strong willed, sensible girl. It's the right way, or no way! (NT) -- DianaH, Wed, August 07 2019, 6:39:15
- Hahaha, I love how straight up Rachel is. No....You are NOT getting in my pants with that lame story! :-) (NT) -- Marcie, Thu, August 08 2019, 14:54:05
- QOTD for Tuesday 6th August, 2019 -- SueP, Mon, August 05 2019, 14:51:18
The following is a quote from Written in My Own Heart’s Blood, by Diana Gabaldon. Chapter 16, Room For Secrets. Copyright © 2014 by Diana Gabaldon, All Rights Reserved.
“The Mohawk think that the man’s spirit fights wi’ the woman’s, when they . . . lie together. And she willna get with child unless his spirit can conquer hers.”
“Oh, I see,” Rachel said softly. “So she blamed you.”
He shrugged.
“I canna say she was wrong.” He turned a little on the log, to look at her directly. “And I canna say that it would be different—with us. But I did ask Auntie Claire, and she told me about things in the blood . . . well, perhaps ye should ask her to explain it; I wouldna make a decent job of it. But the end of it was that she thought it might be different wi’ another woman. That I maybe could. Give ye bairns, I mean.”
He only realized that Rachel had been holding her breath when she let it out, a sigh that brushed his cheek.
“Do ye—” he began, but she had risen a little, into him, and she kissed him gently on the mouth, then held his head against her breast and took the end of her kerchief and wiped his eyes and then her own.
“Oh, Ian,” she whispered. “I do love thee.”
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- Oh, Ian - I love thee too. Poor lad. I'm so glad he'll have Rachel. Thinking of her I'm desperate that no ill befall them in the next book. They both deserve a happy ever after. (NT) -- kgp, Tue, August 06 2019, 5:42:28
- And I can't wait to meet wee Oggy! (NT) -- Susannah, Tue, August 06 2019, 5:55:58
- I was so touched that Ian wanted to tell her this before they married. I don't think all men back in the day would have. (NT) -- Marcie, Thu, August 08 2019, 14:51:16
- QOTD for Monday 5th August, 2019 -- SueP, Sun, August 04 2019, 17:52:19
The following is a quote from Written in My Own Heart’s Blood, by Diana Gabaldon. Prologue. Copyright © 2014 by Diana Gabaldon, All Rights Reserved.
"IN THE LIGHT OF eternity, time casts no shadow.
Your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions. But what is it that the old women see?
We see necessity, and we do the things that must be done.
Young women don’t see—they are, and the spring of life runs through them.
Ours is the guarding of the spring, ours the shielding of the light we have lit, the flame that we are.
What have I seen? You are the vision of my youth, the constant dream of all my ages.
Here I stand on the brink of war again, a citizen of no place, no time, no country but my own . . . and that a land lapped by no sea but blood, bordered only by the outlines of a face long loved."
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- I love all the prologues. They make me emotional and teary eyed, especially on a reread when I know more and feel more. This one speaks to the eternal strength of women, how we carry on, no matter what. (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Mon, August 05 2019, 6:26:30
- Well said, Kathy in PA! (NT) -- DianaH, Mon, August 05 2019, 6:50:11
- I agree that the prologues mean so much more the second or third time you read them. As an older woman now myself, I see the things I do to "keep the flame and guard the light". The young women have their missions and we have ours. (NT) -- Marcie, Thu, August 08 2019, 15:08:12
- QOTD for Sunday 4th August 2019. -- SueP, Sat, August 03 2019, 19:03:00
The following is a quote from Written in My Own Heart’s Blood, by Diana Gabaldon. Chapter 9, A Tide in the Affairs of Men. Copyright © 2014 by Diana Gabaldon, All Rights Reserved.
"Maybe just as well if it’s dark, he thought grimly. Easier to have things out with Claire alone and undisturbed—and whether the having-out led to beating or bed, he wanted no interference.
The thought was like the striking of one of Brianna’s matches. Just the word “bed” and he was aflame with fresh rage.
“Ifrinn!” he said aloud, and slammed his fist against the pommel. All the trouble to calm himself, and all to waste in an instant! God damn it—damn him, damn her, John Grey—damn everything!"
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- I'm glad he couldn't get to Claire right away. His impulse to hit first, ask questions later has cooled over the years but I would have been very afraid for her if he had been able to go back. (NT) -- kgp, Mon, August 05 2019, 5:45:41
- I was surprised that Jamie thought of “beating” in relation to Claire. Lord John, yes, but Claire?!? (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Mon, August 05 2019, 6:35:00
- I think the " beat or bed " thing is to show how deeply enraged Jamie is. And you don't get that enraged about someone you don't love. I think he knows deep down there will be no beating, but at the height of his rage, he isn't thinking rationally. So yes, I'm glad he couldn't reach Claire just yet either. (NT) -- Marcie, Thu, August 08 2019, 15:13:01
- In two weeks DH and I will be on our way to Scotland. We have a week on Skye and a week in the Orkneys. Any 'must see' recommendations are appreciated. Can't wait! -- kgp, Sat, August 03 2019, 7:20:36
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- Very jealous of you. If you need a sherpa, let me know...passport in hand! (NT) -- Janet, Sat, August 03 2019, 10:34:47
- I'm very jealous too! Have fun. (NT) -- SueP, Sat, August 03 2019, 19:21:33
- Have a wonderful time and go slow to enjoy everything. DH and I had the most wonderful time when we got to go in 2006 - can’t believe it’s that long ago. We landed in Edinburgh and traveled to Stirling, Inverness and north. I hope to go back some time to see the islands. (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Mon, August 05 2019, 6:33:29
- Highlights on Skye for me were the Dunvegan Castle gardens, the Balmeanach Broch, the castle ruins at Duntulm, and seeing Kilt Rock.. Wish I had seen the Lealt Falls and looked around more at Armadale Castle. The gardens will be beautiful. I haven't been to Orkney so can't help there. Have a lovely trip. I'm a bit envious! (NT) -- Marcie, Thu, August 08 2019, 15:29:06
- QOTD for Saturday, August 3, 2019 -- CindyG, Fri, August 02 2019, 22:09:28
The following quote is from The Outlandish Companion, Volume Two, by Diana Gabaldon, “Part Five: History and Historical Fiction: Organizing the Past,” footnote 66. Copyright 2015 by Diana Gabaldon, all rights reserved.
“Borders, curse them, promised to move the books out of romance but never did. And you see what happened to them ….”
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- QOTD for Friday, August 2, 2019 -- CindyG, Thu, August 01 2019, 21:40:59
The following quote is from The Outlandish Companion, Volume Two, by Diana Gabaldon, “Part Five: History and Historical Fiction: Organizing the Past,” footnote 64. Copyright 2015 by Diana Gabaldon, all rights reserved.
“Lord John and the Private Matter. I thought it was a short story when I wrote it but was otherwise informed by my two agents, who said (as one), ‘That’s the size normal books are.’”
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- QOTD for Thursday, August 1, 2019 -- CindyG, Wed, July 31 2019, 21:30:33
The following quote is from The Outlandish Companion, Volume Two, by Diana Gabaldon, “Part Five: History and Historical Fiction: Organizing the Past,” footnote 59. Copyright 2015 by Diana Gabaldon, all rights reserved.
“I didn’t usually say so, but having written the first novel without the slightest concern whether anybody would like it, I wasn’t about to start worrying about such things later.”
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- QOTD for Wednesday, July 31, 2019 -- CindyG, Tue, July 30 2019, 20:49:44
The following quote is from The Outlandish Companion, Volume Two, by Diana Gabaldon, “Part Five: History and Historical Fiction: Organizing the Past.”
“Without going into the gory details—it took them eighteen months to decide how the heck to sell a book that nobody could describe 46. . . .
“46 My favorite attempt is by Salon ’s reviewer Gavin McNett: ‘the smartest historical sci-fi adventure-romance story ever written by a science Ph.D. with a background in scripting Scrooge McDuck comics.’”
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- QOTD for Tuesday, July 30, 2019 -- CindyG, Mon, July 29 2019, 21:02:08
The following quote is from The Outlandish Companion, Volume Two, by Diana Gabaldon, “Part Five: History and Historical Fiction: Organizing the Past,” footnote 18. Copyright 2015 by Diana Gabaldon, all rights reserved.
“I often have enthusiastic readers tell me that they’d happily read my grocery lists. One Christmas season, the husband of one such reader wrote to me to ask if I would send him one of my grocery lists, signed, as a present for his wife. I did, and apparently she enjoyed it.”
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- QOTD for Monday, July 29, 2019 -- CindyG, Sun, July 28 2019, 21:23:33
The following quote is from The Outlandish Companion, Volume Two, by Diana Gabaldon, “Part Five: History and Historical Fiction: Organizing the Past.” Copyright 2015 by Diana Gabaldon, all rights reserved.
“Personally, I love lists. They’re very soothing.”
Footnote 17:
“I do write grocery lists. Sometimes. I have to, if I want someone else to do the shopping, or if I’m doing the shopping for something like Easter lunch or a dinner party for sixteen people. More often than not, I write such a list and then forget to take it with me, or I shove it into my pocket as I’m going out to the car and then forget I have it when I reach the store.”
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- I keep a grocery list in the memo app on my phone. I used to forget it all the time. Now I can update it as I think of things. I make extensive packing lists when we're going away and check things off as they are added to the suitcase. Right now I have a to-be-packed pile going in the spare room so I can have it all together when it's time to fit it all into the luggage. (NT) -- kgp, Mon, July 29 2019, 5:49:36
- I LOVE lists too! I've never thought of them as soothing, but DG is right (as usual!) I also find that they are part of the fun of planning an "adventure" - whether a horse show, vacation, party, or whatever. Grocery shopping isn't my favorite (DH does it most of the time), so it helps to save me the annoyance of forgetting baking soda or laundry detergent, and necessitating yet another errand. (NT) -- DianaH, Tue, July 30 2019, 7:25:12
- QOTD for Sunday, July 28, 2019 -- CindyG, Sat, July 27 2019, 22:08:50
I just bought The Outlandish Companion, Volume Two, the other day. I haven’t had time to read much yet, but the footnotes of the introduction piqued my fancy. It’s amazing what Herself can do with words, even in a footnote. Bear with me, even a M.A. in English didn’t teach me how to cite footnotes! (Or if it did, I’ve forgotten. That was quite awhile ago.)
The following quote is from The Outlandish Companion, Volume Two, by Diana Gabaldon, “Introduction.” Copyright 2015 by Diana Gabaldon, all rights reserved.
“I will say that if you think it’s difficult to describe Outlander in twenty-five words or less, 2 just try explaining what a nonfiction book about a set of indescribable novels is. . . .
2 Frankly, it’s flat-out impossible. I mean, try it. You can’t exactly say it’s historical fiction, because of the time travel (though the historical aspects are in fact as accurate as history itself—rather a large caveat, that…). You can’t say it’s fantasy, because people leap instantly to the conclusion that it has elves and dragons (the Loch Ness monster being rather a poor substitute, if you ask me). You can’t say it’s science fiction (even though it is, strictly speaking), because people start thinking of time machines and War of the Worlds and TARDIS, none of which are at all appropriate. And you really can’t call it a romance, because a huge segment of the reading populace is disposed to think that most romance novels are illiterate bodice-rippers (they aren’t, of course, but that’s a common prejudice, ignorant as it is)—and, in fact, the book really isn’t a romance, as it breaks just about every genre constraint there is.“
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- I agree. Great that you have the Companion part 2. :) (NT) -- Judie, Sat, July 27 2019, 22:44:39
- Very true - such a hard book to categorise. (NT) -- SueP, Sun, July 28 2019, 0:09:13
- On Twitter, Karen Henry reminded us of the cover of the Random House giveaway soft cover Outlander. I don't have my copy at hand, but it described in about 50 different words just what you'll find in there. Diana replied that about sums it up. (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Thu, August 01 2019, 8:54:51
- Quote of the Day for Saturday, July 27, 2019 -- Judie, Sat, July 27 2019, 0:15:05
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The following quote is taken from An Echo In The Bone, by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 101, Redivivus. Copyright (c) 2009 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.
"Mother Claire! Where's Papa? There are - " He had seized me by the arms as I reeled backward, but his concern for me was superseded by a sound from the hall beyond the landing. He glanced toward the sound -- then let go of me, his eyes bulging.
Jamie stood at the end of the hall, some ten feet away; John stood beside him, white as a sheet, and his eyes bulging as much as Willie's were. This resemblance to Willie, striking as it was, was completely overwhelmed by Jamie's own resemblance to the Ninth Earl of Ellesmere. William's face had hardened and matured, losing all trace of childish softness, and from both ends of the short hall, deep blue Fraser cat-eyes stared out of the bold, solid bones of the MacKenzies. And Willie was old enough to shave on a daily basis; he knew what he looked like.
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- Quote of the day for Friday, July 26, 2019 -- Judie, Fri, July 26 2019, 1:26:11
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The following quote is taken from Dragonfly in Amber, Chapter 22, The Royal Stud, by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright © 1992 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.
"Claire, ye know what it cost me to do this for you---to spare Randall's life. Promise me that if the time should come, you'll go back to Frank." His eyes searched my face, deep blue as the sky in the window behind him. "I tried to send ye back twice before. And I thank God ye wouldna go. But if it comes to a third time---then promise me you will go back to him---back to Frank. For that is why I spare Jack Randall for a year---for your sake."
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- Quote of the Day for Thursday, July 25, 2019 -- Judie, Wed, July 24 2019, 18:48:53
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The following quote is taken from Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 22, Reckonings. Copyright © 1991 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.
"I dinna know what's a sadist. And if I forgive you for this afternoon, I reckon you'll forgive me, too, as soon as ye can sit down again."
"As for my pleasure..." His lip twitched. "I said I would have to punish you. I did not say I wasna going to enjoy it." He crooked a finger at me.
"Come here."
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- We still need some quoters in August! -- Judie, Tue, July 23 2019, 18:38:57
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Anyone game? Week of August 11? Week of August 18?
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- Quote of the Day for Wednesday, July 24, 2019 -- Judie, Tue, July 23 2019, 18:37:12
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The following quote is taken from Drums of Autumn by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 6, I Encounter a Hernia.. Copyright © 1997 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.
He turned then, and gave me a narrow eye.
"What is it 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.
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- Quote of the Day - for Tuesday, July 23, 2019 -- Judie, Tue, July 23 2019, 18:34:00
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The following quote is taken from The Fiery Cross by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 36, World Unseen. Copyright © 2001 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.
"I've never seen such a thing, Sassenach. Ye'd told me about the germs, aye, but I never in life imagined them so! I thought they might have wee teeth, and they don't -- but I never kent they would have such handsome, lashing wee tails, or swim about in such numbers."
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- Quote of the day for Monday, July 22, 2019 -- Judie, Sun, July 21 2019, 15:53:05
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The following quote is taken from A Breath of Snow and Ashes by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 7, James Fraser, Indian Agent. Copyright © 2005 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.
"James Fraser, Indian Agent," I said, closing one eye as though reading it off a screen. "It sounds like a Wild West television show."
Jamie paused in the act of pulling off his stockings, and eyed me warily. "It does? Is that good?"
"Insofar as the hero of a television show never dies, yes."
"In that case, I'm in favor of it," he said, examining the stocking he'd just pulled off. He sniffed it suspiciously, rubbed a thumb over a thin patch on the heel, shook his head, and tossed it into the laundry basket. "Must I sing?"
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- Quote of the Day for Sunday, July 21, 2019 -- Judie, Sun, July 21 2019, 15:50:26
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The following quote is taken from A Breath of Snow and Ashes by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 25, Ashes to Ashes. Copyright © 2005 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.
"She was in the window of their bedroom, watching out to wave to them as they rode past, her hairbrush in her hand. Her hair was standing out in a great curly swash round her head, and the early-morning sun caught in it like flames in a thornbush. It gave him a sudden queer feeling to see her thus so disordered, half-naked in her shift. A sense of strong desire, despite what he’d done to her not an hour past. And something almost fear, as though he might never see her again."
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- OMG - I totally forgot my quote! -- Judie, Sun, July 21 2019, 15:47:17
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- QOTD for Saturday, July 20, 2019 -- kgp, Fri, July 19 2019, 17:25:38
The following quotation isYou’re from The Scottish Prisoner by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2011 All Rights Reserved. Chapter 5 Why Am I Not At Peace?
“Good lad, good lad.” He reached out and ruffled Willie’s hair. Willie glowered at him. “Breeched already? Young for that.” He affected to sniff deeply. “Smell a bit ripe. You’ve not shit yourself, have you, my lord?” He chuckled fatly, amused at his own wit.
William’s eyes narrowed, in a way that reminded Jamie vividly of his own sister about to go berserk. He thanked God again that the boy’s features were rounded and snub, and prepared to grab him if he tried to kick Mr. Lowens in the shins.
Instead, though, the young earl merely glared up at the farmer and said loudly and distinctly, “NNNNNNO!”
“Oh!” said Lowens, laughing. “My mistake. My apologies, my lord.”
“We must be going, sir,” Jamie said hastily, before William could execute and of the thoughts that were clearly going through his mind. He swung the boy off his feet and held him upside down by the ankles. “It’s time for his lordship’s tea.”
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- QOTD for Friday, July 19, 2019 -- kgp, Thu, July 18 2019, 19:00:14
The following quotation is from The Scottish Prisoner by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2011 All Rights Reserved. Chapter 5 Why Am I Not At Peace?
“Horsie eat dis?” Willie leaned curiously over the mash tub, sniffing loudly.
“Aye, they do. That’s good food - not like nails. No one eats nails.”
Willie had clearly forgotten the nail, though he was still holding it. He glanced at it and dropped it, whereupon Jamie picked it up and tucked it into his breeches. Wille promptly stuck a small hand into the mash and, liking the sticky feel of it, laughed and slapped his hand couple of times on the quivering surface of hte molasses-laced grain. Jamie reached out and took him by the wrist.
“Now then,” he said. “Ye wouldn’t like it if Deke put his hoof in your dinner, would ye?”
“Heeheeheeheehee.”
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- QOTD for Thursday, July 18, 2019 -- kgp, Thu, July 18 2019, 4:06:24
The following quotation is from The Scottish Prisoner by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2011 All Rights Reserved. Chapter 5 Why Am I Not At Peace?
“Ma’am,” Jamie said respectfully. “Had ye not best go and sit down for a bit? Perhaps put cold water on your wrists? I can watch the lad; he’ll come to no harm.”
Without waiting for an answer, he turned and called to Willie.
“Ye’ll come with me, lad. Ye can help me with the mash.”
Willie’s small face went instantly from a stubborn clench to a radiant joy, and he clattered back, beaming. Jamie bent and scooped him up, setting him on his shoulders. Willie shrieked with pleasure and grabbed Jamie’s hair. Jamie smiled at Mrs. Peggy.
“We’ll do”
“I . . . I really . . . all right,” she said weakly. “Just . . . just for a bit.” Turning, she shuffles hastily off.
Looking after her, he murmured, “Poor woman.” At the same time, he hoped her difficulties would detain her for some while, and asked a quick forgiveness from God for the thought.
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- QOTD for Wedneday, July 17, 2019 -- kgp, Wed, July 17 2019, 4:13:47
The following quotation is from The Scottish Prisoner by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2011 All Rights Reserved. Chapter 5 Why Am I Not At Peace?
“Now, ye must never go behind a horse,” Jamie told William. “If ye startle them, they might kick, aye?” The little boy’s soft chestnut hair whorled up in a cowlick at his crown. He nodded solemnly but then struggled to get down.
Jamie glanced at Dunsany, who nodded, then he set William carefully on the floor, ready to snatch him up again if he shrieked or made a rumpus. But William stood stock still, Mouth a little open, watching in fascination as the huge head came close to him, soft lips nibbling at the grain, and with the oddest sense of dislocation, Jamie suddenly felt himself on the floor of a stable, hearing the deep, slobbering crunch, of a horse’s chewing just beside him, seeing the huge, glassy hooves, smelling hay and oats and the wonderful pungent scent of the horse’s warm hide. There had been a feeling of someone behind him, he’d been aware of the man’s big legs in their woolen hose and he heard his father laugh and say something above him, but all he’s had eyes for was the horse, that massive, beautiful, gentle creature, so amazing that he’d wanted to embrace it.
William did embrace it. Entranced, he toddled forward and hugged Philemon’s head in an access of pure love. The horse’s long-lashed eyes widened in surprise and he blew out air through his nose, ruffling the child’s clothes, but did no more than bob his head a bit, lifting Willie a few inches into the air, then setting him gently down as he resumed his eating.
William laughed, a giggle of pure delight, and Jamie and Lord Dunsany looked at each other and smiles, then glanced aside, each embarrassed.
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- QOTD for Tuesday, July 16, 2019 -- kgp, Mon, July 15 2019, 17:28:39
The following quotation is from The Scottish Prisoner by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2011 All Rights Reserved. Chapter 5 Why Am I Not At Peace?
The old nurse eyed him suspiciously, looking slowly up from his sandaled feet to his stubbled face. Plainly she was reluctant to surrender her charge to anything that looked like that. He smiled broadly at her, and she flinched, as though menaced by a savage. Aye, fine, he thought. He felt savage.
He picked the little boy neatly out of her arms, though, scarcely ruffling his gown. The boy gave a small yelp of startlement and turned his head round like an owl in amazement at being suddenly up so high.
Relief washed through him, as the wide eyes stared into his face. His guilty conscience had convinced him that William was an exact small replica of himself, whose resemblance would be noted at once by anyone who saw them together. But William’s round face and snub nose bore not the slightest likeness to his own features. While the child’s eyes could be called blue, they were pale. An indeterminate shade between gray and blue, the color of a clouded sky.
That was all he had time to take in, as he turned without hesitation to settle the little boy on the horse’s back. As he guided the chubby hands to grasp the saddle’s edge, though, talking in a conversational tone that soothed horse and child together, he saw that William’s hair was - thank God! - not at all red. A soft middling brown, cut in a pudding-bowl style like one of Cromwell’s Roundhead soldiers. True, there was a reddish cast to it, but, after all, Geneva’s hair had been a rich chestnut.
He looks like his mother, he thought, and sent a heartfelt prayer of thanksgiving toward the Blessed Virgin.
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- Finally, Jamie gets to hold him. He has always had such a way with children - probably from being a Uncle Jamie so many times. “He felt savage......” as a father claiming his son would be. (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Tue, July 16 2019, 3:42:44
- Willie looks like his mother now, but we know that too will change. Here, he gets to hold him for a moment, then set him on a horse, introducing the little boy to one of Jamie's own passions and talents. (NT) -- DianaH, Tue, July 16 2019, 6:57:16
- I forgot that Jamie thought originally that Willie looked like his mother...but, yes...years will tell :-) (NT) -- JudithONH, Wed, July 17 2019, 19:52:07
- QOTD for Monday, July 15, 2019 -- kgp, Sun, July 14 2019, 19:34:32
The following quotation is from The Scottish Prisoner by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2011 All Rights Reserved. Chapter 5 Why Am I Not At Peace?
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 a glimpse of a wooly bundle in the arms of Nanny Elspeth or Peggy, the nursemaid, taking 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 the 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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- QOTD for Sunday, July 14, 2019 -- kgp, Sat, July 13 2019, 17:34:34
The following quotation is from The Scottish Prisoner by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2011 All Rights Reserved. Chapter 5 Why Am I Not At Peace?
It hadn’t been a good night. It wasn’t going to be a good day.
Hanks and Crusoe didn’t look at him when they all made their way up to the house for breakfast. He’s been screaming in his sleep, then. A dull red flush burned up from his bell, radiating from a core of hot lead somewhere deep inside. He felt as though he’d swallowed a two-pound shot, fresh from the cannon’s mouth.
He’d dreamed, he knew that much. Has wakened before dawn, shaking and drenched with sweat. It had been a dream of Culloden, because all he recalled was the sickening feel of a sword driven into flesh, the momentary toughness just before the skin split, the yielding drive into muscle and the grate and jar of bone. The feeling still quivered in his left arm; he kept flexing his hand and wiping it against his thigh.
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- QOTD for Saturday, July 13, 2019. The following is taken from “A Leaf on the Wind of All Hallows” by Diana Gabaldon, copyright 2010. -- JudithONH, Fri, July 12 2019, 18:42:51
~*~ I have enjoyed revisiting this story this week. Thank you for indulging me. If you haven't read this, you will really enjoy it. Lallyhugs! ~*~
“Sit up, Mr. MacKenzie, do.” … “Ah, there you are.” The old man’s voice was relieved, and the wrinkles in his baggy old face relaxed their ancient lines. “Had a bad turn, did you?”
“I - “ Speech was beyond him, but he flapped his hand at the wreckage. He didn’t think he was crying, but his face was wet. The wrinkles in Wardlaw’s face creased deeper in concern, then the old grocer realised what he meant and his face lit up.
“Where?” he gasped. “Where are they?”
“Why - your missus took the little boy and went to stay with her mother, sometime after you left.” … “She left - must be more than a year ago, soon after she - soon after she …” The old man’s smile faded abruptly and his mouth slowly opened, a flabby dark hole of horror.
“But you’re dead, Mr. MacKenzie,” he whispered, backing away, hands held up before him. “Oh, God. You’re dead.”
“The fuck I am, the fuck I am, the fuck I am!” … They’re alive. So am I. …
Dolly. She’s cut her hair, he thought. It was short and curly, black as soot - black as the hair of the little boy she held in her arms, close against her, sheltering him. Her face was set, jaw clenched. And then she turned a bit and saw him.
Her face went blank for an instant and then flared like a lit match, with a radiant joy that struck him in the heart and flamed through his being.
He saw what she was doing and was already leaning, pushing forward, straining to reach...The boy struck him high in the chest like a lump of concrete, little head smashing painfully into Jerry’s face, knocking his head back. He had one arm around the child, … he staggered into an open space, and then his knee gave way and he plunged over the lip of the track. ...
“Here, take the little chap. I’ll see if the bloke’s got any identification.”
“Come on, big man, yeah, that’s it, that’s it, come with me. Hush, now, it’s all right, it’s all right … is that your daddy, then?”
~*~ If these memories are deep inside Roger's subconscious, wow! I think he remembered his mother delivering him to safety...if only he could know it was to his beloved father. Ah, such great stories from a Grande Dame...Here's to Herself!
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- I ugly cried when I read this. So close to being reunited then utter tragedy (NT) -- kgp, Sat, July 13 2019, 17:37:40
- That Jerry and Dolly got to see each other - that Jerry saved Roger! Then fell...... I cried ugly tears too. I hope somehow, especially after meeting his Dad now, that Roger remembers this. (NT) -- KathY in PA, Sat, July 13 2019, 19:10:14
- Me too, ladies. Utterly heartbreaking...maybe we will get more about this as time goes by. I'm thinking of the man who started the healing on Roger's throat...wonder if we'll see him again? (NT) -- JudithONH, Sun, July 14 2019, 7:28:01
- I haven't read Leaf yet. Thanks for giving me seven reasons to get into ti! (NT) -- SueP, Mon, July 15 2019, 22:28:36
- QOTD for Thursday, July 11 and Friday, July 12, 2019. The following is taken from “A Leaf on the Wind of All Hallows” by Diana Gabaldon, copyright 2010. -- JudithONH, Thu, July 11 2019, 21:08:36
Sorry I forgot about posting last night...been busy and tired. Technically, in parts of the US, it is still Thursday...
Thursday:
“Help! Help me!” he shouted, pounding on the door. “Help!”
“Will ye for God’s sake hush your noise?” said a low, annoyed voice on the other side of the door. “Ye want to have them all down on us? Here, then, bring the light closer.” … There was a scraping noise as the bolt was drawn, and a faint grunt of effort, then a thunk! as the bolt was set down against the wall. The door swung open, and Jerry blinked in a sudden shaft of light as the slide of a lantern grated open.
“What’s your name, mate?” said the dark chap, softly. Jerry felt the nip of wariness at his nape, even as he felt a thrill in the pit of his stomach. It was regular speech perfectly understandable. A Scots accent, but -
“MacKenzie, J.W.,” he said, straightening up to attention. “Lieutenant, Royal Air Force. Service number - “
An indescribable expression filtered across the dark bloke’s face. An urge to laugh, of all bloody things, and a flare of excitement in his eyes - really striking eyes, a vivid green that flashed suddenly in the light. None of that mattered to Jerry; what was important was that the man plainly knew. He knew.
Friday:
“How - how did ye find me?” He could hardly breathe, such a pace they kept up, but he had to know. The lantern was shut and he couldn’t see their faces, but the dark man made a muffled sound that might have been a laugh.
“I met an auld wifie wearing your dog tags. Very proud of them, she was.”
“Ye’ve got them?” Jerry gasped.
“Nay, she wouldna give them up.” It was the fair man, sounding definitely amused. “Told us where she got them, though, and we followed your trail backward. Hey!” He caught Jerry’s elbow, just as his foot twisted out from under him. The sound of a barking dog broke the night - some way away, but distinct. The fair man’s hand clenched tight on his arm. “Come on, then - hurry!”
“Right,” said the dark man, coming to an abrupt halt. “This is where we leave you.” … “When ye came...through. Did ye have anything on you? A gemstone, any jewellery?”
“Take this; it’s a good one. When ye go through,” the dark man as speaking urgently to him, “think about your wife, about Marjorie. Think hard; see her in your mind’s eye, and walk straight through. Whatever the hell ye do, though don’t think about your son. Just your wife.” …
He took a hesitant step toward the stones. Another. One more. Then nearly bit his tongue off as a hand clamped down on his shoulder. He whirled, fist up, but the dark man’s other hand seized his wrist.
“I love you,” the dark man said, his voice fierce.”
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- QOTD for Wednesday, July 10, 2019. The following is taken from “A Leaf on the Wind of All Hallows” by Diana Gabaldon, copyright 2010. -- JudithONH, Tue, July 09 2019, 19:26:28
He licked his lips at the smell. Hot pastry, steaming, juicy meat. …
It was the first house he’d seen in two days. ...
Once he’d got enough of a grip on himself to think clearly, it became obvious that he needed to go back to the standing stones. Whatever had happened to him had happened there, and if he really was somewhere in the past - and hard as he’d tried to find some alternative explanation, none was forthcoming - then his only chance of getting back where he belonged seemed to lie there, too.
He circled the house at a cautious distance, checking for dogs. No dog. Aye, fine, then. … As it happened, the farmstead did boast a dog, which had been attending its absent master in the barn. Both these worthies returning unexpectedly at this point ...the householder instantly joined the affray, armed with a wooden spade, with which he batted Jerry over the head. …
It was a well-built byre, the stones fitted carefully and mortared. He wore himself out with shouting and kicking at the door until his gammy leg gave way and he collapsed onto the earthen floor.
“Now bloody what?” he muttered.
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Seems like Roger isn't the only one who winds up in "the idiot hut" ... runs in the family :-(
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- QOTD for Tuesday, July 9, 2019. The following is taken from “A Leaf on the Wind of All Hallows” by Diana Gabaldon, copyright 2010. All Rights Reserved. -- JudithONH, Mon, July 08 2019, 20:38:42
His first conscious thought was that the should have radioed base when the engine went. …
It was nearly dark, and rising mist surrounded him. He breathed deep, sniffing the dank, cold air. It smelt of rot and old mangelwurzels - but what it didn’t smell of was petrol and burning fuselage.
Right. Maybe she hadn’t caught fire when she crashed, then. If not, and if her radio was still working …
Making his way slowly across the lumpy ground, he found that they were stones. Remnants of those prehistoric sites that littered the ground in northern Britain. … He paused to vomit, holding on to one of the stones. Christ, his head was like to split! And he had a terrible buzzing in his ears … He pawed vaguely at his ear, thinking somehow he’d left his headset on, but felt nothing but a cold, wet, ear. … He forced himself to open his eyes, and was rewarded with the sight of a large, dark irregular shape, well beyond the remains of the stone circle. Dolly!
… He waved his arm, trying to keep his balance, but his head spun, and Christ, the bloody noise in his head … He couldn’t think, oh, Jesus, he felt as if his bones were dissolv ---
It was full dark when he came to himself, but the clouds had broken and a three-quarter moon shone in the deep black of a country sky.
He stared blankly at the open ground before him. He’d have sworn it was, but he must have gotten turned around in the dark and fog - no. … Not only was the plane gone, it didn’t seem ever to have been there.
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I love it when I have to look up words...mangelwurzels are beets that are cultivated as feed for livestock...and here I thought it was a sausage, but being described as "old" wouldn't make sense if he landed in a cow pasture...
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- QOTD for Monday, July 8, 2019. The following is taken from “A Leaf on the Wind of All Hallows” by Diana Gabaldon, copyright 2010. All Rights Reserved. -- JudithONH, Sun, July 07 2019, 20:36:27
He swallowed, still restless, dry-mouthed by proxy, and went to fetch a cup of tea from the canteen. That was a mistake; he heard the gremlins laughing as soon as he walked in and saw Sailor Malan.
Malan was Group Captain and a decent bloke overall…
“Lieutenant!” Malan rose from his seat, smiling. “The very man I had in mind!”
The Devil he had, Jerry thought, arranging his face into a look of respectful expectancy. … And the fact that the Group Captain had called him by his rank, rather than his name, meant it probably wasn’t a job anyone would volunteer for. … Malan was introducing the other man, a tallish chap in army uniform with dark hair and a pleasant, if sharp, look about him. …
“Randall’s come over from Ops at Ealing,” Sailor was saying over his shoulder. He hadn’t waited for them to exchange polite chat, but was already leading them across the tarmac, heading for the Flight Command offices.
Ops at Ealing, my Aunt Fanny, he thought. He wasn’t even surprised, as Sailor waved Randall through the door, to hear the Group Captain lean close and murmur in his ear, “Careful - he’s a funny bugger.” … “Funny bugger” in this context meant only one thing. MI6.
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- I'm enjoying these quotes immensely. I confess I haven't read this book yet and am delighted to get these little previews. SOoooooo, Frank meets Jerry, who is Roger's father. Very interesting indeed. (NT) -- Marcie, Mon, July 08 2019, 8:36:46
- Oh, Marcie...this is a lovely story. I thought about posting a "spoiler alert," but then remembered this board is for all the published books, so I didn't. And yes, Frank met Roger's dad... trippy how DG's mind works. If you have Seven Stones to Stand or Fall, it's in there. A great collection of stories. And as Kathy said on yesterday's quote, Jerry and Dolly's story is bittersweet. (NT) -- JudithONH, Mon, July 08 2019, 9:44:57
- QOTD for Sunday, July 7, 2019. The following is taken from “A Leaf on the Wind of All Hallows” by Diana Gabaldon, copyright 2010. All Rights Reserved. -- JudithONH, Sat, July 06 2019, 20:54:55
Her hands wrapped his, small and hard and smelling of medicine.
“I don’t know what happened to your father,” she said. “But it wasn’t what they told you [...]
“Of course things happen,” she said, as though able to read his thoughts. Accounts get garbled, too, over time and distance. Whoever told your mother might have been mistaken; she might have said something that the reverend misconstrued. All those things are possible. But during the War, I had letters from Frank - he wrote as often as he could, up until they recruited him into MI6. After that, I often wouldn’t hear anything for months. But just before that, he wrote to me, and mentioned - just as casual chat, you know - that he’d run into something strange in the reports he was handling. A Spitfire had gone down, crashed - not shot down; they thought it must have had engine failure - in Northumbria, and while it hadn’t burned, for a wonder, there was no sign of the pilot. None. And he did mention the name of the pilot because he thought Jeremiah rather an appropriately doomed sort of name.”
“Jerry,” Roger said, his lips feeling numb. “My mother always called him Jerry.”
“Yes,” she said softly. “And there are circles of standing stones scattered all over Northumbria.”
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- I LOVE the side stories. Getting to know more about individuals, not just how they relate to Jamie and Claire, but what has happened to them, why they are how they are. Dolly and Jerry’s story is so bittersweet and I’m really glad Roger got to learn more. (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Sun, July 07 2019, 9:30:56
- Me too, Kathy! Jerry and Dolly's story is so sweet...but it was nice to bring closure for Roger, even if he didn't know it was his dad who saved him. (NT) -- JudithONH, Sun, July 07 2019, 9:40:31
- QOTD for July 6. Chapter 16 Le Mot Juste from A Breath of Snow and Ashes by Diana Gabaldon 2005. All rights reserved. -- Kathy in PA, Sat, July 06 2019, 7:48:00
“I dinna suppose he went down in a proper nightcap, Sassenach?” Jamie asked, running a thoughtful hand through my hair. I’d loosened it to go to bed with him, and it was writhing off merrily in all directions, a la Medusa.
“Of course not. I had it plaited, though,” I protested. “Quite respectable!”
“Oh, quite,” he agreed, grinning, and pushing his fingers up into the wild mass of my hair, cradled my head in his hands and kissed me. His lips were chapped from wind and sun, but agreeably soft. He hadn’t shaved since his departure and his beard was short and curly, springy to the touch.
“Well, so. They’re settled now, I expect? The tenants?” His lips brushed my cheek, and nibbled gently at my ear. I inhaled deeply.
I think Claire’s hair is a character all in itself. A good thing for the new tenants to realize they will not be living with a subservient, typical woman on the ridge!
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- QOTD for July 5. Chapter 64 I Am The Resurrection, Part 2. From A Breath of Snow and Ashes by Diana Gabaldon, 2005. All rights reserved. -- Kathy in PA, Fri, July 05 2019, 14:23:28
I could lift a hand for a moment or two, but was too weak even to lift my head, let alone sit up. Roger helpfully dragged me semi-upright against piled pillows, and put his hand at the back of my head to prevent wobbling, holding a cup of water to my dry lips.
It was the odd feel of his hand on the bare skin of my neck that began a dim process of realization. Then I felt the warmth of his hand, vivid and immediate, at the back of my head, and jerked like a gaffed salmon, sending the cup flying.
“What? What?” I spluttered, clutching my head, too shocked to formulate a complete sentence, and oblivious to the cold water soaking through the sheets.
“WHAT?!”
Continuing Marcie’s theme........my heart broke for Claire here. And my opinion of Malva as a conniving bitch was forever solidified.
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- Quote of the Day for July 3nd . Chapter 9 “The Gathering” from Outlander, 1991 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved. -- Marcie, Tue, July 02 2019, 21:02:20
It was on one of these fruit-picking expeditions to the orchard that I first met Geillis Duncan. (more words here……..)
As my vision cleared, I could see the peals of laughter were coming from a tall young woman, perhaps a few years older than myself, fair of hair and of skin, with the loveliest green eyes I’d ever seen. (more words here….)
The young woman looked amused. She sat down on a log, twirling a lock of fair hair idly around her index finger.
Sorry I don't have a traditional hump day post. And I don't remember how to denote that I am skipping some verses. My brain is tired.
HAIR, yes hair. That’s my theme. There’s a lot of discussions about hair around our house these days. Mainly how lack of it due to chemo makes you need a hat if you’re a guy who insists on being outside in the raging summer sun. ;-)
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- Hey Marcie, Thankyou so much for pitching in. I’m limping along physically and enjoying your posts mentally (NT) -- Swarl - the one with the tick, Wed, July 03 2019, 6:30:33
- What a great theme! You’re right - Diana does a super job of describing hair and other physical characteristics so I can really “see” them. I hope whoever is getting chemo is doing okay and on the road to being well. Swarl, I’ve had Lyme disease and am very sympathetic to how you feel. Don’t forget probiotics for your gut after a month on doxy. (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Thu, July 04 2019, 2:49:58
- Hi Everyone! I've been terribly remiss in visiting. Love to all and Happy Fourth of July (NT) -- Lady DuBois, Thu, July 04 2019, 15:56:48
- Quote of the Day for July 2nd . Chapter 14 “A Marriage Takes Place” from Outlander, 1991 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved. -- Marcie, Mon, July 01 2019, 20:37:35
After a short spell of frenetic activity, with me standing like a dressmaker’s dummy and everyone else racing about fetching, carrying, criticizing, and tripping over each other, the final product was ready, complete to white asters and yellow roses pinned in my hair.....
So my theme for these three days is "hair". I enjoy that DG describes the characters' hair. I've read entire books, usually written by men, that never even mention the color of the character's hair. What about you? Do you mind if the person you are reading about isn't described in detail?
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- A lovely image of Claire getting ready for her wedding. (NT) -- SueP, Mon, July 01 2019, 21:40:00
- I often prefer it if there isn't much detail, unless the description is in some way crucial to the character. I get horribly tired of everyone having either green or violet eyes! And I often see characters in my head with very different hair color than was described. Not generally with DG's books, but with other authors. (NT) -- Susanna, Tue, July 02 2019, 5:19:26
- I love how DG describes the characters without necessarily romanticizing them. John Quincy Meyers comes to mind, especially the description of him just before surgery. And we don't "see" them from the typical perspective of, "She looked in the mirror, frowning over her slightly wayward raven curls, violet eyes and pouty, full lipped mouth showing her displeasure..." (NT) -- DianaH, Tue, July 02 2019, 7:10:46
- Quote of the Day for July 1st . Chapter 23 “Return to Leoch” from Outlander, 1991 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved. -- Marcie, Sun, June 30 2019, 21:05:24
“Hah?” Jamie, startled out of a sound sleep, shot sideways out of bed, ending on the floor in a crouch, hand on the dirk he had left on top of his piled clothes. “What?” he demanded, staring wildly around the room. “What is it?”
I stifled a giggle at the sight of him, crouched naked on the floor, red hair standing on end like quills.
“You look like a fretful porpentine,” I said.
This scene always makes me laugh and remember just WHY it’s good to wear something to bed, but a protective man will do what needs to be done, clothes or not. And the sight of that hair. Just too funny.
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- QOTD for Sunday, June 30, 2019 -- Lady Linda, Sun, June 30 2019, 18:37:43
The following quote is taken from Written in My Own Heart’s Blood by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 82, Even People Who Want To Go To Heaven Don’t Want To Die To Get There, Copyright © 2014 by Diana Gabaldon, All Rights Reserved.
“Sassenach!”
Hands turned me. I screamed. Tried to. I felt it wrench my throat but couldn’t hear it; there was a roaring in my ears. Shock I thought. I couldn’t feel my limbs, my feet. I felt the blood leaving my body.
It hurt.
The shock’s wearing off,I thought. Or is it getting worse?I could see the pain now, going off in bursts like black lightning, jagged and searing.
“Sassenach!”
“What?” I said through clenched teeth. “Auh!”
“Are ye dying?”
“Probably.”
Always thought the scenes related to Claire being shot were some of the most dramatic and gut wrenching in the entire series.
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- Hi Everyone, so sorry to have let you down. I have Lyme’s disease and it has laid me low. I’m sure I will recover, but right now I have zero energy. Can anyone take over? -- Swarl, Sun, June 30 2019, 13:41:33
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- QOTD for Saturday, June 29, 2019 -- CindyG, Fri, June 28 2019, 21:02:01
The following quote is from “The Space Between,” by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2013 by Diana Gabaldon, all rights reserved.
“‘He is!’ she whispered. ‘He truly is! They both are!’
‘Are what?’ Michael gaped at her.
‘Auld Folk! Faeries!’
He looked wildly back at the scene before them. The two men stood face-to-face, hands locked together, their mouths moving in animated conversation—in total silence. It was like watching mimes but even less interesting.
‘I dinna care what they are. Loons, criminals, demons, angels… Come on!’ He dropped his arm and seized her hand, but she was planted solid as an oak sapling, her eyes growing wide and wider.
She gripped his hand hard enough to grind the bones and shrieked at the top of her lungs, ’Don’t do it!!’
He whirled round just in time to see them vanish.”
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- QOTD for Friday, June 28, 2019 -- CindyG, Thu, June 27 2019, 21:09:19
The following quote is from “The Space Between,” by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2013 by Diana Gabaldon, all rights reserved.
“‘I see,’ he said slowly, and looked back at Joan. ‘Is that why—is it the voices told ye to be a nun, then?’
She blinked, surprised by his apparent acceptance of what she’d told him but more so by the question.
‘Well… no. They never did. Ye’d think they would have, wouldn’t ye?’
He smiled a little.
‘Maybe so.’ He coughed, then looked up, a little shyly. ‘It’s no my business, but what did make ye want to be a nun?’
She hesitated, but why not? She’d already told him the hardest bit. ‘Because of the voices. I thought maybe—maybe I wouldna hear them in here. Or… if I still did, maybe somebody—a priest, maybe?—could tell me what they were and what I should do about them.’”
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- QOTD for Thursday, June 27, 2019 -- CindyG, Wed, June 26 2019, 20:42:23
The following quote is from “The Space Between,” by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2013 by Diana Gabaldon, all rights reserved.
“‘Tell him not to do it,’ the voice repeated in her head, with what seemed like particular urgency. ‘Tell him he must not!’
‘Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee, blessed art thou among women…’ Joan clutched at her rosary and gabbled the words, feeling the blood leave her face. There he was, the man in the dove-gray coat, looking curiously at her over a stall of Dutch tulips and sprays of yellow forsythia.
She couldn’t feel the pavement under her feet but was moving toward him. I have to, she thought. It doesn’t matter if he thinks I’m mad….
‘Don’t do it,’ she blurted, coming face-to-face with the astonished gentleman. ‘You mustn’t do it!’
And then she turned and ran, rosary in hand, apron and veil flapping like wings.”
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- QOTD for Wednesday, June 26, 2019 -- CindyG, Tue, June 25 2019, 21:28:25
The following quote is from “The Space Between,” by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2013 by Diana Gabaldon, all rights reserved.
“She hoped the voices would stop once she was in the convent. That was her nightly prayer. But if they didn’t, at least she might be able to tell someone there about them without fear of being packed off to a madhouse or stoned in the street. She’d have a confessor, she knew that much. Maybe he could help her discover what God had meant, landing her with a gift like this, and no explanation what she was to do with it.”
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- QOTD for Tuesday, June 25, 2019 -- CindyG, Mon, June 24 2019, 21:39:40
The following quote is from “The Space Between,” by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2013 by Diana Gabaldon, all rights reserved.
“‘Tell him not to do it.’ And just what d’ye mean by that? she demanded of the voice. She didn’t get an answer, which didn’t surprise her. The voices weren’t much for details.
She couldn’t tell whether the voices were male or female; they didn’t seem either one, and she wondered whether they might maybe be angels—angels didn’t have a sex, and doubtless that saved them a lot of trouble. Joan of Arc’s voices had had the decency to introduce themselves, but not hers, oh, no. On the other hand, if they were angels and told her their names, she wouldn’t recognize them anyway, so perhaps that’s why they didn’t bother.”
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- QOTD for Monday, June 24, 2019 -- CindyG, Sun, June 23 2019, 21:31:22
The following quote is from “The Space Between,” by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2013 by Diana Gabaldon, all rights reserved.
“She often wondered whether it was because of her name. She’d been proud of her name when she was small; it was a heroic name, a saint’s name, but also a warrior’s name. Her mother’d told her that, often and often. She didn’t think her mother had considered that the name might also be haunted.
Surely it didn’t happen to everyone named Joan, though, did it? She wished she knew another Joan to ask. Because if it did happen to them all, the others would be keeping it quiet, just as she did.
You didn’t go round telling people that you heard voices that weren’t there. Still less that you saw things that weren’t there, either. You just didn’t.”
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- This reminds me of the seer at Simon Lovat’s.. It wasn’t a gift to her either. I’m sure I wouldn’t want to have the sight, like Joan, I wouldn’t want to be the bearer of bad news. Especially since it’s been proven over and over that one can’t change fate. DH has this sense, not as strong as Joanie, but it’s there. (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Mon, June 24 2019, 3:11:03
- Not a gift I would wish for (NT) -- kgp, Mon, June 24 2019, 11:21:14
- I'm sure I wouldn't consider the sight as a gift. I don't want to know. I like that Joan has grown up knowing her name was a Saints name, and a warrior name. Makes for a strong woman with lots of confidence. I don't think the same can be said for a child named "Apple" or "Blanket", ;-) (NT) -- Marcie, Mon, June 24 2019, 11:30:04
- Hi, gang! -- Judie, Sun, June 23 2019, 1:08:12
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We could use some quoters in July and August. :)
Thank you to everyone who keeps this place alive. :)
Judie
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- I can do the July 14th week. I'm away most of August. (NT) -- kgp, Sun, June 23 2019, 5:13:13
- I can do a week in late July and late August. (NT) -- CindyG, Sun, June 23 2019, 21:32:50
- Thanks, ladies. Check below and see your dates: July 14th - kgp; July 28 - CindyG; August 25 - CindyG. Any more folks for August? :) (NT) -- Judie, Sat, June 29 2019, 0:58:40
- QOTD for Sunday, June 23, 2019 -- CindyG, Sat, June 22 2019, 21:42:07
The following quote is from “The Space Between,” by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2013 by Diana Gabaldon, all rights reserved.
“THEY DID SAY that red hair was a sign of the devil. Joan eyed her escort’s fiery locks consideringly. The wind on deck was fierce enough to make her eyes water, and it jerked bits of Michael Murray’s hair out of its binding so they did dance round his head like flames, a bit. You might expect his face to be ugly as sin if he was one of the devil’s, though, and it wasn’t.”
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- QOTD for Friday AND Saterday -- Betsy Barepieces, Fri, June 21 2019, 9:38:46
The following quote is taken from "Written in My Own Heart's Blood," by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 113, 'Thanks for All the Fish.' Copyright c2014 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.
"Come cut the bread, Joanie!" Marsali called. "Henri-Christian, stop playin' with that dog and fetch the butter, aye? And Felicite, put your heid outside and call Germain." The distant sound of boys' voices came from the street, shouts punctuated by the occasional thud of a ball against the front wall of the shop. "And tell those wee heathens I said if they break a windowpane, their fathers will hear about it!"
A brief outbreak of domestic chaos ended with all the adults seated on the benches at table and the children in their own huddle by the hearth with their wooden bowls and spoons. Despite the heat of the evening, the fragrant steam of onions, milk, seafood, and fresh bread enveloped the table in a brief enchantment of anticipation.
The men sat down last, their murmured talk stopping well short of the table, and I gave Jamie a brief, questioning look. He touched my shoulder as he sat down beside me, saying, "Aye, later," under his breath, and nodded at the hearth. Pas devant les enfants, then.
Fergus cleared his throat. A small sound, but the children instantly stopped talking. He smiled at them, and their heads over earnestly clasped hands.
"Bless us, O Lord," he said in French, "and these thy gifts, which we are about to recieve from thy bounty, through Christ our Lord."
"Amen," everyone murmured, and talk washed over the room like the tide coming in.
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- I adore these glimpses of ordinary time. (NT) -- kgp, Fri, June 21 2019, 11:37:42
- It used to be Lallybroch, but now my favorite place is on the Ridge for exactly that reason. I could skip all the adventures and just read about managing day to day life in the 1700’s. The family and friends coming and going, holidays, happy & sad times - I love it all. (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Fri, June 21 2019, 14:13:29
- Sorry, Betsy. I've been sick with a cold this week so haven't been online as much. You did a great job! (NT) -- Judie, Sat, June 22 2019, 23:45:48
- QOTD for Friday AND Saterday -- Betsy Barefootspinner, Fri, June 21 2019, 8:58:43
Lesson No. 2 million and then some:
DO NOT TRY TO POST QOTD WITH MY I-PHONE. I manage to screw it up, whichever way I try, culminating with my mistaken erasing of all but the last line. Why did I even try?
So I apologise to you All. I was trying to write my QOTD and send it to Judie. sigh Easy-peasy. Nopy dopey.
No blathering. I am at my home, momentarily, but I'm actually at camp where the internet service is spotty. Yesterday, since it was the beginning of the summer, there were half the people there as will be by tomorrow so I could use it fairly well. The internet worked but I didn't.
I am posting two days at once so I don't have to wrangle unsuccessfully with my phone.
With all that is happening in the world, all over the globe, it is way too easy to feel despondant, depressed, and totally dejected. Listening to the news is like volunteering for the line that leads into the psych ward. For these two days, I want to focus on something unshakable...the Power of the Family. May we all be blessed with this much love:
The following Quote is from "Written in my Own Heart's Blood," by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 95, 'The Body Electric,' copyright c 2014. All rights reserved.
If she hadn't needed stamps, she wouldn't have stopped in at the post office. She'd have clipped this batch of letters to the mail-box for the postman to collect, or posted them in the corner mailbox when she took the kids down to the beach to look for pelicans.
But she did need stamps; there were at least a dozen more niggling things to deal with: things needing notarization or photocopies or tax returns or...
"S-word," she muttered, sliding out of the car. "Bloody F-wording S-word!" This was small relief to her feelings of anxiety and oppression. It really wasn't fair. Who needed the relief of occasional bad language more than a mother of small children?
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- Quote of the Day for June 22. Chapter 109 The Voice of Time from The Fiery Cross by Diana Gabaldon 2001. All rights reserved. -- Kathy in PA, Fri, June 21 2019, 4:52:23
‘Look at Grand-Da.’ Roger nodded at Jamie, who took a deep breath and quickly put out his tongue, rolled into a cylinder.
‘Can ye do that?’ Roger asked.
‘Chure,’ Jemmy beamed and put out his tongue. Flat. ‘Bleah!’
A collective sigh gusted through the room. Jemmy, oblivious, swung his legs up, his weight suspended momentarily from Roger’s and Jamie’s hands, then stomped his feet down on the floor again, recalling his original question.
‘Grand-da gots balls?’ he asked, pulling on the men’s hands and tilting his head far back to look up at Jamie.
‘Aye, lad, I have’ Jamie said dryly. ‘But your Da’s bigger. Come on, then.’
And to the sound of Jemmy’s tuneless chanting, the men trundled him outside, hanging like a gibbon between them, his knees drawn up to his chin.
In case Betsy’s busy life has gotten in the way, I’m adding another quote in celebration of men’s anatomy 🥰. I love this one because, I think, it helps prove that Roger IS Jemmy’s bio Da and also shows Jamie’s acceptance and admiration of Roger. The page before has our family talking about genes and traits and who can roll their tongue - Roger can’t.
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- I have a gig tonight. Such an odd thing for me to say but the Thursday night fiddle/mandolin Celtic group I joined is playing a free concert tonight. We are a long way from being professional but we have a lot of fun together and I'm glad I found them. They accepted me and my limited fiddling abilities straight away and I think they are all marvelous and supportive. We've decided to call the group Celtic Calamity, reflective of our collective abilities. The leader of the group is a pro and this counts as a group lesson for him. -- kgp, Thu, June 20 2019, 7:19:33
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- Yay, kgp!!!! Enjoy; I bet you are better than you give yourself credit for! (NT) -- DianaH, Thu, June 20 2019, 8:33:29
- Can you hear me clapping my hands from there?! Yeah! Sounds like it's lots of fun. (NT) -- Marcie, Thu, June 20 2019, 9:53:27
- Oh that is SO cool - knock ‘em dead!! What a wonderful way to have a lesson, your instructor sounds great. Go Celtic Calamity 👏 🏴 🎻 👍 (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Thu, June 20 2019, 13:39:33
- It went well! We had an audience of 7 - friends and family - but they were supportive and clapped. It was fun. (NT) -- kgp, Fri, June 21 2019, 3:33:13
- Quote of the Day for June 20th. Chapter 27 “The Last Reason” from Outlander, 1991 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved. -- Marcie, Wed, June 19 2019, 20:32:42
“Wait a minute,” I laid a hand on her arm, recognizing the deeper voice that underlaid
the little boy’s.
“Dinna worrit yourself, man,” said Jamie’s voice. “You’ll learn. It’s a bit difficult, isn’t it, when you cock doesna stick out further than your belly button?”
I stuck my head around the corner, to find him seated on a chopping block, engaged
in converse with his namesake, who was struggling manfully with his smock.
“What are you doing with the child” I inquired cautiously.
“ I’m teachin’ young James here the fine art of not pissing on his feet,” he explained.
“Seems the least his uncle could do for him.”
Since it’s just past Father’s Day, I enjoyed this quote for the love and humor Jamie shows his nephew in this scene. Even though not a father himself yet, Jamie certainly deserved the praise we give all father’s on their day. And the scene also caused me
to reminisce about days of our own son’s childhood and how he must have learned
such crucial manly things. ;-) I know exactly how he learned the fine Southern art of peeing off the back porch though.
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- I love this - such humor and mater-of-factness about body functions. (NT) -- kgpKgp, Thu, June 20 2019, 4:25:43
- I love this quote too! Shows how timeless and universal some human functions are and what a good Dad Jamie will be. He relates so easily with children. DH bitterly laments how much our neighborhood has grown up because he can’t pee off the deck anymore 🙄 (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Thu, June 20 2019, 5:20:33
- DH taught our DS this whilst we were camping many years ago. When we were back home, we had to explain to our little boy that he shouldn't pee in our tiny city backyard! (NT) -- DianaH, Thu, June 20 2019, 8:40:38
- Quote of the Day for June 19. Chapter 18 “No Place Like Home” from The Fiery Cross, 2001 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved. -- Kathy in PA, Wed, June 19 2019, 3:06:10
Jamie stretched, yawned, and scrubbed both hands vigorously through his hair, which was behaving with even more reckless abandon than usual. I eyed him, with a certain amount of purely aesthetic appreciation.
“You look like a woolly mammoth,” I said.
‘Oh? And what is a mammoth, besides big?’
‘A sort of prehistoric elephant - you know, the animals with the long trunks?’
He squinted down the length of his body, then looked at me quizzically.
‘Well, I thank ye for the compliment, Sassenach,’ he said, ‘Mammoth is it?’
He thrust his arms upward and stretched again, casually arching his back, which - quite inadvertently, I didn’t think - enhanced any incidental resemblances that one might note between the half-engorged morning anatomy of a man, and the facial adornments of a pachyderm.
I laughed.
‘That’s not precisely what I meant,’ I said. ‘Stop waggling; Lizzie’s coming in any minute. You’d better put your shirt on or get back in bed.’
My quote today is in honor of Adso being cast; this scene follows his discovery in their bed. And the joy, comfort and fun in long married sex. I’ve grown into middle age and beyond with Claire and love how Diana celebrates this.
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- Perfect hump day quote. Hahaha. Everyone loves a compliment. Even one that wasn't really meant that way. Too funny. (NT) -- Marcie, Wed, June 19 2019, 14:31:56
- I love this quote. Mammoths! (NT) -- SueP, Wed, June 19 2019, 16:09:02
- DH used to say that "I dreamt I was a baby elephant. When I woke up, I looked down and saw his trunk!" Men remain little boys forever. :D (NT) -- DianaH, Thu, June 20 2019, 8:35:29
- Quote of the Day for June 18. Tulach Ard. Chapter 108 from The Fiery Cross by Diana Gabaldon 2001. All rights reserved -- Kathy in PA, Tue, June 18 2019, 4:06:28
Jemmy was squirming and crying underneath him. He sat up slowly, and gathered the little boy up into his arms. He noticed, remotely, that his hands were shaking, but he felt curiously blank. The torn skin on his palms stung, and his knee was throbbing.
Patting Jemmy’s back in automatic comfort, he turned his head toward the wood and saw the Indian standing at the edge of the trees, bow in hand.
It occurred to him, dimly, to look for the wolf. It was nosing at the pig’s carcass, no more than a few feet from Jamie, but his father-in-law was paying it no mind at all. He too was staring at the Indisn.
“Ian,” he said softly, and a look of incredulous joy blossomed slowly through the smears of mud, grass, and blood.
“Oh, Christ. It’s Ian”
One of my happiest moments! Still gives me goosebumps every time I read this. I was very upset when they traded Roger for Ian with the Indians because I liked Ian more and wanted his story to continue. And when the books went on and no mention of his time there..........well, when he came back I did the happy dance 👏 🎻 🥰
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- Love this! But the stillness from Ian chilled me. (NT) -- kgp, Tue, June 18 2019, 6:06:21
- I cringe to think of what that boar could have done to wee Jemmy, after reading about the boar attack in Outlander. I was so thrilled that Ian and Rollo showed up and saved the day. (NT) -- Marcie, Wed, June 19 2019, 15:13:07
- DG writes the BEST reunion scenes. They are never quite what you would expect, but are just perfect! (NT) -- DianaH, Thu, June 20 2019, 8:36:50
- Quote of the Day for Monday, June 17. Prologue from Written in My Own Heart’s Blood by Diana Gabaldon 2014. All rights reserved. -- Kathy in PA, Mon, June 17 2019, 3:32:46
In the light of eternity, time casts no shadow.
Your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions.
But what is it that the old women see?
We see necessity, and we do things that must be done.
Young women don’t see - they are, and the spring of life runs through them.
Ours is the guarding of the spring, ours the shielding of the light we have lit, the flame that we are.
What have I seen? You are the vision of my youth, the constant dream of all my ages.
Here I stand on the brink of war again, a citizen of no place, no time, no country but my own........ and that a land lapped by no sea but blood, bordered only by the outlines of a face long-loved.
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- I have this quote saved on my desktop because it really resonates with me. Our DS is 28; DD is 24. They are of the future; the what will be. I am the now, doing what has to be done. Life has thrown some big curve balls at our family recently, and the necessity of what must be done, well, it must be done. We'll get through it. (NT) -- DianaH, Mon, June 17 2019, 9:59:14
- I feel the same DianaH. I see my son and daughter in law and her 2 boys. And I remember in my life being in the places they are now. My time is now . I must take care of the things that need to be done. Lovely, lovely quote Kathy. (NT) -- Marcie, Mon, June 17 2019, 21:38:49
- So beautiful. (NT) -- SueP, Mon, June 17 2019, 21:47:26
- Well, I agree with all above, except for the age part. Catastrophe hit our young family in our early 30’s. We did what had to be done. No creating, just surviving. The little ones never knew the toll. But we did what had to be done. Hard. (NT) -- Swarl, Tue, June 18 2019, 5:43:13
- Second Quote of the Day for Sunday, June 16. Chapter 52 Desertion from Drums of Autumn by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved. -- Kathy in PA, Sun, June 16 2019, 13:19:59
“YOUR honor?” she had said incredulously. “Your HONOR? Your fucking notion of honor is what’s caused all the trouble in the first place!”
“Ye willna use that sort of language to me! Though if it’s fucking we’re speaking of -“
“I’ll fucking well say anything I want!” she bellowed, and slammed a fist on the table, rattling the dishes.
She had, too. So had he. Her mother had tried once or twice to stop them - Brianna flinched at the belated memory of the distress in Claire’s deep golden eyes - but neither of them had paid a moment’s notice, too intent on the savagery of their mutual betrayal.
When I chose this week I knew I’d start with a Father’s Day quote, celebrated here in the US today. DH and DD have always reminded me of Jamie and Bri’s relationship. Both Scots by blood, both fiery tempered Sagittarians, both totally in sync on most things and both loving each other fiercely....... but also both very stubborn. This past week they’ve had a frightful blowup to the point of not speaking so I wanted to show both sides of the father/daughter dynamics. And boy do I ever get Claire’s distress. Being a Gemini, I can, of course see both sides, but will NOT get in the middle of this one 😢
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- Oops, posted backward. Meant to start with the happy one. (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Sun, June 16 2019, 13:21:25
- Fiery tempers to match the hair, Fraser bombs going off. Stand back, Claire! (NT) -- DianaH, Mon, June 17 2019, 9:54:15
- I can relate to this as the wife and mother of two fiery men. The older man, my DH, has tremendous difficulty believing that his offspring , the younger man, is a full grown very capable man with his own ideas on everything. They love each other fiercely and often tell each other so, but they will still lock horns occasionally, with myself and my DDIL ignoring it all. LOL (NT) -- Marcie, Mon, June 17 2019, 21:45:28
- QOTD for Sunday, June 16. Chapter 41 Journey’s End. From Drums of Autumn 1997 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved., -- Kathy in PA, Sun, June 16 2019, 12:59:44
“Fa-“. Brianna started to speak, then stopped, suddenly seized with doubt. What should she call him? Not Daddy - Frank Randall had been Daddy to her all her life; it would be a betrayal to use that name to another man - any other man. Jamie? No, she couldn’t possibly; rattled as he was by her appearance, he had still a formidable dignity that forbade such casual use. “Father” seemed remote and stern - and whatever Jamie Fraser might be, he wasn’t that; not to her. He saw her flush, and recognized her trouble.
“You can.....call me Da’” he said. His voice husky; he stopped and cleared his throat. “If - he 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.”
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- QOTD for Saturday, june 15, 2019 -- kgp, Sat, June 15 2019, 5:42:04
The following quotation is from The Fiery Cross by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2001. All rights reserved. Chapter 83. Wildfire
Shit, what was happening? The smell of smoke was noticeable stronger; as his mind cleared from the muddle of sleep and panic, he realized that something was drastically wrong. The birds, normally somnolent in mid-day, were agitated, fluttering and calling with loud, disjointed screeches past his head. Air moved restless through the canes, fluttering their ragged leaves, and he caught a touch of warmth on his face – not the moist, clinging, all-embracing warmth of a muggy canebrake, but a dry, hot touch that brushed his cheek and sent a paradoxical chill right down his back. Holy Christ, the place was on fire.
He took a deep breath, calming himself deliberately. The canebrake was alive around him; a hot wind was moving, rattling dry canes, driving flocks of song-birds and parakeets before it, flung like handsful of bright confetti through the leaves. The smoke crept into his chest and gripped his lungs, burning, keeping him from drawing a full breath.
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- In one of my other groups a few of us, at this point in the story, just shake our heads at “poor Roger.” He can’t seem to catch a break. This must be terrifying, especially after all fires in CA where it was shown how quickly and relentlessly fire can spread. As he feels the heat and the smoke in his lungs (the horror of struggling to breathe!) my heart ached for Roger again. (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Sun, June 16 2019, 13:26:43
- "driving flocks of song-birds and parakeets before it, flung like handsful of bright confetti through the leaves". The way DG can describe events just enthralls me. (NT) -- Marcie, Mon, June 17 2019, 21:53:25
- QOTD for Friday, June 14, 2019 -- kgp, Fri, June 14 2019, 4:38:56
The following quotation is from The Fiery Cross by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2001. All rights reserved. Chapter 46. Quicksilver
He was watching me intently, eyes steady on mine. The torches along the terrace had been lit; the dancing light caught him from the side, throwing the stubborn set of his bones into sharp relief, lighting one eye with burning blue.
“I shall need a stake,” he said quietly.
“Bloody hell.” I swung away from him. And stood staring off the edge of the terrace. The torches on the lawn had been lit, too, and Perseus’s white marble buttocks glimmered through the dark.
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- I wondered if Perseus had anything to do with this situation. I think it's that his glowing ass reflects what Claire is thinking of Jamie in this moment. (NT) -- kgp, Fri, June 14 2019, 11:51:33
- I kind of thought Claire was a bit of a bitch here. Jamie has been very respectful of her feelings for Frank and grateful, even though it stung, to him for raising Bri with love. She couldn’t understand his needing something of value, which they really didn’t have, to help their family? And Jamie is known for winning at cards, she should have trusted more. (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Sun, June 16 2019, 13:33:21
- Enjoying a quiet, rainy day. It's been a wet spring but I actually have blueberries in my yard for a change and the greenery is thriving. A dear friend is helping us with a small project and has given me an excuse not to clean today as the living room is a jumble right now. Oh, darn. Hope everyone is having a peaceful day. -- kgp, Thu, June 13 2019, 8:45:16
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- Attention: KathyB, Marcie, BetsyBarefootspinner -- Judie, Wed, June 12 2019, 23:38:58
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OK - for next week you ladies want to do a mixed bag of quoters, so here is the plan:
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday - KathyB
Thursday - Marcie
Friday, Saturday - BetsyBFS
Marcie is confirmed. Are you ok Kathy and Betsy? :)
Judie
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- QOTD for Thursday, June 13, 2019 -- kgp, Wed, June 12 2019, 16:02:49
The following quotation is from The Fiery Cross by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2001. All rights reserved. Chapter 90. Danger in the Grass
The thought of telling Bree, telling Claire, was a physical pain, stabbing him in the chest and throat. It wasn’t only them, either – what about Jem? What about Fergus and Marsali, Lizzie and her father, the Bugs, the Lindsays, the other families on the Ridge? They all looked to Fraser for confidence and direction; what would they do without him?
Fraser shifted, and groaned with the movement. Roger laid a hand on his shoulder, and he stilled.
Don’t go, he thought, the unspoken words balled tight in his throat. Stay with us. Stay with me.
He sat for a long time, his hand resting on Fraser’s shoulder. He had the absurd thought that he was somehow holding Fraser, keeping him anchored to the earth. If he held on ‘til sunrise, all would be well; if he lifted his hand, that would be the end.
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- I believe this was truly the turning point in Roger and Jamie’s relationship. And it taught me a ton about rattlesnake bites. In the next town up the line from us the have an annual rattlesnake hunt that takes place this weekend. It’s amazing how many are out there! They’re all released back on the mountain at the end. (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Thu, June 13 2019, 4:10:28
- Kathy, I think you're spot on about this episode being a turning point. Jamie had to rely on Roger to keep him alive and get him home. Roger was the anchor that kept Jamie from letting go. (NT) -- DianaH, Thu, June 13 2019, 7:49:37
- I need to reread this section. I don't remember much about it. But I do understand the dynamics between inlaws and their spouses' parents. My DDIL made quite an impression on my husband just this week. ;-) (NT) -- Marcie, Fri, June 14 2019, 10:06:12
- QOTD for Wednesday, June 12, 2019 -- kgp, Tue, June 11 2019, 19:51:57
The following quotation is from The Fiery Cross by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2001. All rights reserved. Chapter 89. The Moons of Jupiter
Experience had been a hard teacher, but the urgings of the flesh were louder than the voice of reason. He put out a stealthy hand and gently grasped the buttock nearest. It was cool and smooth and round as a gourd.
She made a small noise deep in her throat and stretched luxuriously. She arched her back, pushing he backside up in a way that convinced Roger that the course of wisdom was to fling back the quilt, roll on top of her, and achieve his goal in the ten seconds flat it was likely to take.
He got as far as flinging back the quilt. As he raised his head from the pillow, a round, pale object rose slowly into view over the rim of the cradle, like one of the moons of Jupiter. A pair of blue eyes regarded him with clinical dispassion
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- Bairns often have a way of interrupting "the best laid plans!" (NT) -- DianaH, Wed, June 12 2019, 9:07:24
- We have a picture of our daughter doing exactly that - although at that moment she wasn’t interrupting anything 😉 (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Thu, June 13 2019, 4:07:20
- Years ago, when we were spending the weekend at a lovely B & B, DH & I thought an early morning mmph might be the way to start the day. We had gotten as far as a snuggle when 1 year old DS pops up in his Portacrib at the foot of our cozy four poster. With a happy squeal, he then reaches down and holds up his teddy bear as if to show his friend that remarkably, he found us right there, already awake and ready to play. Of course, our "playtime" was out of the question, and the four of us (teddy bear included) spent the next while cuddling in the big bed. 27 years later, I still remember DS's delighted surprise in finding us so near and willing to start the day. (NT) -- DianaH, Thu, June 13 2019, 7:43:00
- I think any couple who has had their first baby has experienced something like this. I think maybe its natures way of keeping baby number two at a stall a little longer. Hahaha. (NT) -- Marcie, Fri, June 14 2019, 10:11:09
- QOTD for Tuesday, June 11, 2019 -- kgp, Tue, June 11 2019, 7:24:20
The following quotation is from The Fiery Cross by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2001. All rights reserved. Chapter 82. A Darkening Sky
He had a song in his head – again. Hey sneaked in when he wasn’t looking, melodies singing in his inner ear like sirens from the rocks, ready to dash him to pieces.
Not this one, though. He smiled to himself, as he nudged the bar of the astrolabe and sighted on a tree on the opposite bank. It was a children’s song, one of those counting songs Bree sang to Jemmy, one of those terrible songs that got into one’s head and wouldn’t get out again. As he took his sightings and made the notations in his book, he chanted under his breath, ignoring the cracked distortion of the sounds.
“The …ants go … mar-shing …one … by one.”
Five thousand acres. What in hell was he going to do with it? What in hell was he going to do, period?
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- An ear worm for sure. And if THAT one gets stuck in my head, you are in big trouble, kgp! ;-) I had forgotten about Roger's 5000 acres. Now that they are back at the Ridge, will they settle on his land grant? (NT) -- DianaH, Wed, June 12 2019, 9:04:58
- I didn't know this song at all, so YouTubed it! Now I have an earworm! (NT) -- SueP, Wed, June 12 2019, 15:53:28
- I'd forgotten about Roger's land too. And earworms....oh gosh. I hate to get stuck on one or two lines of a song. If I could remember the whole song, I might not mind, but nope, I just remember one or two lines and they won't go away. (NT) -- Marcie, Fri, June 14 2019, 10:14:36
- QOTD for Monday, June 10, 2019 -- kgp, Sun, June 09 2019, 18:22:50
The following quotation is from The Fiery Cross by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2001. All rights reserved. Chapter 80. Creamed Crud
Last night I dreamed that Roger was leaving. I’ve been dreaming about his going for a week, ever since Da suggested it. Suggested – ha. Like Moses brought down the Ten Suggestions from Mount Sinai.
In the dream, Roger was packing things in a big sack, and I was busy mopping the floor. He kept getting in my way, and I kept pushing the sack aside to get at another part of the floor. It was filthy, with all sorts of stains and sticky glop. There were little bones scattered around, like Adso had eaten some little animal there, and the bones kept getting caught up in my mop.
I don’t want him to go, but I do, too. I hear all the things he isn’t saying; they echo in my head. I keep thinking that when he’s gone, it will be quiet.”
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- QOTD for Sunday, June 9, 2019 -- kgp, Sun, June 09 2019, 13:32:54
The following quotation is from The Fiery Cross by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2001. All rights reserved. Chapter 75. Speak My Name
”Thig a seo, a chuisle!” he called, seeing Jemmy, who had lost interest in spoon and cup, making off on hands and knees toward the coffee pot, which had been left to keep hot between the stones of the fire-ring. Jemmy ignored the summons, but was snatched away from danger by Tom Findlay, who snagged him neatly around the waist and delivered him, kicking, to Jamie.
“Sit,” Jamie said firmly to him, and without waiting for a response, parked the child on the ground and handed him his ball of rags. Jemmy clutched this, looking craftily from his grandfather to the fire.
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- I love Jem, I look forward to watching him grow up, and the changes he will make in the world. (NT) -- SueP, Sun, June 09 2019, 15:06:22
- Small children and the mischief they dream up. :-) (NT) -- DianaH, Mon, June 10 2019, 7:28:50
- “Looking craftily” oh the sweet innocents can really pull this off, can’t they? 🙄 (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Mon, June 10 2019, 13:06:59
- Marcie and Betsy - we’re up next week! Which day/days do you want and I’ll fill in? -- Kathy in PA, Sun, June 09 2019, 5:37:29
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- QOTD will be posted late. Sorry - life got in the way. -- kgp, Sun, June 09 2019, 4:06:48
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- QOTD for Saturday 8th June, 2019 -- SueP, Fri, June 07 2019, 15:54:15
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.”
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- QOTD for Friday 7th May 2019 -- SueP, Thu, June 06 2019, 19:01:13
The following quote is from DRUMS OF AUTUMN by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 50, "In Which All is Revealed". Copyright© 1997 All rights reserved.
“Jamie shook ink powder made of iron and oak gall into the stained half-gourd he used as a well, and poured a little water from the pitcher, using the shaft of a quill to stir the ink. He smiled at Brianna and took a sheet of paper from the drawer.
“Now, then, lass, how is this man of yours to look at?"
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- Oh boy, now the mess really begins..... (NT) -- DianaH, Fri, June 07 2019, 6:43:02
- All of the mis-speaks, secrets, judgements, assumptions that lead to Roger's horror just KILL me. The first ready through was bad enough, but when I re-read, or watched, knowing what had happened was so awful. I just wanted to scream at all of them. (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Fri, June 07 2019, 9:04:49
- QOTD for Thursday 6th June, 2019 -- SueP, Wed, June 05 2019, 16:13:24
The following quote is from VOYAGER by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 24, "Mr. Willoughby's Tale". Copyright© 1994 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.
"I was a Mandarin,” Mr. Willoughby began, in Jamie’s voice, “a Mandarin of letters, one gifted in composition. I wore a silk gown, embroidered in very many colours, and over this, the scholar’s blue silk gown, with the badge of my office embroidered upon breast and back--the figure of a feng-huang--a bird of fire.”
“I think he means a phoenix,” Jamie added, turning to me for a moment before directing his attention back to the patiently waiting Mr. Willoughby, who began speaking again at once.”
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- His story is a sad one. Alone, misunderstood, lost among complete strangers... (NT) -- kgp, Thu, June 06 2019, 15:28:41
- He suffered for love. (NT) -- Beladona, Thu, June 06 2019, 17:12:37
- I very much like the ending to his storyline in the tv series. I wanted both those characters to have a good life. (NT) -- Marcie, Fri, June 14 2019, 10:30:38
- QOTD for Wednesday 5th June, 2019 -- SueP, Tue, June 04 2019, 15:16:49
The following quotes are taken from Voyager by Diana Gabaldon, Voyager,Chapter37: What's In a Name?
Copyright © 1994 All rights reserved.
"For so many years," he said, "for so long, I have been so many things, so many different men." I felt him swallow, and he shifted slightly, the linen of his nightshirt rustling with starch.
"I was 'Uncle' to Jenny's children, and 'Brother' to her and Ian. 'Milord' to Fergus, and 'Sir' to my tenants. 'Mac Dubh' to the men of Ardsmuir and 'MacKenzie' to the other servants at Helwater. 'Malcolm the printer,' then, and 'Jamie Roy' at the docks." The hand stroked my hair, slowly, with a whispering sound like the wind outside. "But here," he said, so softly I could barely hear him, "here in the dark, with you.... I have no name."
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- Perfect :D (NT) -- Lady DuBois, Tue, June 04 2019, 15:25:58
- Jamie has found his "home" and knows how to express it. (NT) -- Marcie, Tue, June 04 2019, 22:40:37
- All the names required responsibility and putting others first. With Claire he could lose that and just be. Not that he didn’t care for her, but they did it together. He could let down his guard and completely trust her - kind of a female Murtaugh. (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Wed, June 05 2019, 2:47:40
- We all need a 'home', a place of security and love. (NT) -- kgp, Wed, June 05 2019, 7:35:33
- He needs no name with Claire because, as others have said, she is his home. He can be all, and he can be nothing with her - no pretense, no mask, just naked in heart, soul and mind. She will protect him, and he will protect her at all costs. (NT) -- DianaH, Wed, June 05 2019, 8:56:01
- big sigh here (NT) -- Beladona, Thu, June 06 2019, 17:14:36
- QOTD for Tuesday 4th June, 2019 -- SueP, Mon, June 03 2019, 16:25:15
The following quotes are taken from Voyager by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 1, The Corbies’ Feast. Copyright © 1994 All rights reserved.
For them, Jamie felt a piercing sorrow---and for the others here, loyal friends and gallant soldiers. For himself, he felt only relief. No more to worry, nothing more to do. He had done all he could for his men, his wife, his unborn child. Now let this bodily misery be ended, and he would go grateful for the peace of it.
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- Almost sad that he survived (NT) -- kgp, Mon, June 03 2019, 17:26:27
- I always found this chapter an interesting read with Jamie's "impressions" of Purgatory, and his annoyance that someone ought to come and tell him what to expect. (NT) -- DianaH, Tue, June 04 2019, 6:35:58
- "a piercing sorrow" for the others. Even as he accepts his own demise he feels deeply for his men. (NT) -- Marcie, Tue, June 04 2019, 22:43:44
- QOTD for Monday 3rd June, 2019 -- SueP, Sun, June 02 2019, 14:44:24
The following quote is from DRUMS OF AUTUMN by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 53, "Blame". Copyright© 1997 All rights reserved.
"I hate to see ye both sufferin' so."
"But you think he thinks I’m angry at him?”
“Oh, anyone could see ye are, Auntie,” he assured me earnestly. “Ye dinna look at him or speak to him save for what ye must--and,” he said, clearing his throat delicately, “I havena seen ye go to his bed, anytime this month past.”
“Well, he hasn’t come to mine, either!” I said hotly, before reflecting that this was scarcely a suitable conversation to be having with a seventeen year-old boy.
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- Young Ian was always precocious. (NT) -- kgp, Mon, June 03 2019, 17:22:25
- A keen observer, our Young Ian! (NT) -- DianaH, Tue, June 04 2019, 6:33:10
- I always thought that Ian must have observed this same thing between his parents and knew a tiff when he saw it. Very observant for a young lad. (NT) -- Marcie, Tue, June 04 2019, 22:46:48
- Kids know more than they let on most times. (NT) -- Beladona, Thu, June 06 2019, 17:17:15
- QOTD for Sunday 2nd June, 2019 -- SueP, Sat, June 01 2019, 16:40:51
The following quote is from THE FIERY CROSS by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 18, "No Place Like Home". Copyright© 2001 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.
“Here’s your wee ratten, Sassenach,” he said, and gently deposited a ball of gray fur on the coverlet. Huge eyes of a pale celadon green stared up at me, unblinking.
“Well, goodness,” I said. “Wherever did you come from?” I extended a finger, very slowly. The kitten didn’t move. I touched the edge of a tiny gray-silk jaw, and the big green eyes disappeared, going to slits as it rubbed against my finger. A surprisingly deep purr rumbled through its miniature frame.
“That,” Jamie said, with immense satisfaction, “is the present I meant to give ye, Sassenach. He’ll keep the vermin from your surgery.”
“Well, possibly very small vermin,” I said, examining my new present dubiously. “I think a large cockroach could carry him--is it a him?--off to its lair, let alone a mouse.”
“He’ll grow,” Jamie assured me. “Look at his feet.”
He--yes, it was a he--had rolled onto his back and was doing an imitation of a dead bug, paws in the air. Each paw was roughly the size of a broad copper penny, small enough by themselves, but enormous by contrast with the tiny body. I touched the minuscule pads, an immaculate pink in their thicket of soft gray fur, and the kitten writhed in ecstasy.
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- I was so happy that the kitten hadn't been lost.. now I want a new kitten. The shelters are looking for foster homes for the annual kitten boom but our current three are more than enough. (NT) -- kgp, Sun, June 02 2019, 4:48:55
- Before we were married, DH gave me a kitten for Christmas. He knew I had been wanting one, but winter is a hard time to find one, unlike Spring, when they are everywhere. Pippin was with us for 20 years. (NT) -- DianaH, Mon, June 03 2019, 6:46:48
- It's World Outlander Day!!!!!! -- LDB, Sat, June 01 2019, 4:18:44
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- QOTD for Saturday, June 1, 2019 -- CindyG, Fri, May 31 2019, 20:57:16
The following quotation is from Written In My Own Heart’s Blood by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2014 by Diana Gabaldon, all rights reserved. Chapter 6, “Under My Protection.”
“The chairmen slowed a little once we’d turned the corner, and I was able to make headway on the flat brick of Chestnut Street, coming up beside the chair. Hal was peering through the side window, looking considerably better. The coffee jug was on the seat beside him, evidently empty.
‘Where are we … going, madam?’ he shouted through the window when he saw me. So far as I could tell over the steady thump of the chairmen’s shoes and through the glass of the window, he sounded much better, too.
‘Don’t worry, Your Grace,’ I shouted back, jogging along. ‘You’re under my protection!’”
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- QOTD for Friday, May 31, 2019 -- CindyG, Thu, May 30 2019, 22:17:58
The following quotation is from Written In My Own Heart’s Blood by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2014 by Diana Gabaldon, all rights reserved. Chapter 6, “Under My Protection.”
“‘You have asthma,’ I said, returning my attention to the duke. I knelt so that I could see into his face while I monitored his pulse. It was better, noticeably slower, but I thought I could feel the odd condition called ‘paradoxical pulse,’ a phenomenon you sometimes saw in asthmatics, wherein the heart rate speeded up during exhalation and dropped during inhalation. Not that I had been in any doubt. ‘Did you know that?’
He nodded, still pursing his lips and blowing.
‘Yes,‘ he managed briefly, before breathing in again.
‘Do you see a doctor for it?’ A nod.”
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- Week of June 16 -- Judie, Thu, May 30 2019, 11:45:13
Betsy would like to take a couple of days late in the week.
Marcy would like to take a day that week.
Anyone else want to take a few days that week?
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- How does the perv bot get past the captcha? Quite annoying to have to wade past that shite to get to such a good QOTD -- kgp, Thu, May 30 2019, 8:02:13
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- QOTD for Thursday, May 30, 2019 -- Call, Wed, May 29 2019, 21:20:38
The following quotation is from Written In My Own Heart’s Blood by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2014 by Diana Gabaldon, all rights reserved. Chapter 6, “Under My Protection.”
“‘St … stop. I … can’t …’. His words trailed off, the chairmen faltered to a halt, and I pressed my face against the suddenly motionless window. The duke was standing in the middle of the street, a fist pressed into his waistcoat, struggling to breathe. His face was deeply flushed, but his lips were tinged with blue.
‘Put me down and open this bloody door this instant!’ I bellowed through the glass to one of the chairmen, who was glancing back over his shoulder, a look of concern on his face. They did, and I emerged from the chair in an explosion of skirts, stabbing the hatpin down into the placket of my stays as I did so. I might need it yet.
‘Bloody sit down,’. I said, reaching Pardloe. He shook his head but let me lead him to the chair, where I forced him to sit, my feeling of satisfaction at this reversal of position somewhat tempered by the fear that he might just possibly be about to die.”
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- Thanks for all the Claire/Hal interactions! They are each a force to be reckoned with and in spite of their suspicions of each other, it’s obvious they come to respect and help each other. I hated Hal when we first met at Culloden but am glad Diana let us see his other sides. (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Thu, May 30 2019, 4:30:14
- Poor Hal!! It's an awful feeling. Thank goodness he had Claire to take charge of things. (NT) -- kgp, Thu, May 30 2019, 8:01:12
- How do you like the view when the tables are turned, Hal??? (NT) -- DianaH, Thu, May 30 2019, 10:32:29
- QOTD for Wednesday, May 29, 2019 -- CindyG, Tue, May 28 2019, 20:57:04
The following quotation is from Written In My Own Heart’s Blood by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2014 by Diana Gabaldon, all rights reserved. Chapter 6, “Under My Protection.”
“‘I’ll manage, madam,’ he said shortly, and, seizing me by the arm again, dragged me to the chair and pushed me inside, knocking my hat over my eyes as he did so. ‘The lady is under my protection. Take her to the King’s Arms,’ he instructed Tweedledum and Tweedledee, shutting the door. And before I could say, ‘Off with his head!’ we were jolting down the High Street at a terrific pace.
I seized the door handle, intending to leap out, even at the cost of cuts and bruises, but the bastard had put the locking pin through the outside handle, and I couldn’t reach it from the inside. I shouted at the chairmen to stop, but they ignored me completely, pounding along the cobbles as though bringing the news from Aix to Ghent.
I sat back, panting and furious, and jerked the hat off. What did Pardloe think he was doing? From what John had said, and from other remarks made by the duke’s children about their father, it was clear to me that he was used to getting his own way.
‘Well, we’ll bloody see about that,’ I muttered.”
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- QOTD for Tuesday, May 28, 2019 -- CindyG, Mon, May 27 2019, 22:22:20
The following quotation is from Written In My Own Heart’s Blood by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2014 by Diana Gabaldon, all rights reserved. Chapter 6, “Under My Protection.”
“John had spoken fairly often of his brother and had remarked upon Hal’s tendency toward ruthless high-handedness. All the current situation needed was a nosey parker with a taste for authority mixing in. I wondered briefly whether William was on good terms with his uncle; if so, perhaps Hal could be diverted and put to good use in talking sense to—no, no, of course not. Hal mustn’t know—yet at least—about Jamie, and he couldn’t exchange two words with Willie without finding out—if William would talk about it, but then—
‘Lady John.’ A voice behind me stopped me in my tracks, only momentarily but long enough for the Duke of Pardloe to come up beside me. He took me by the arm, detaining me.
‘You’re a very bad liar,’ he remarked with interest. ‘What are you lying about, though, I wonder?’
‘I do it better with a little warning,’ I snapped. ‘Though, as it happens, I’m not lying at the moment.’”
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- It's a wonderful Claire doesn't wear a mask. It must be so irritating to be so readable, even to a stranger - though Hal is a bit more alert than others. (NT) -- kgp, Tue, May 28 2019, 4:37:47
- "ruthless high-handedness" those words just bring to mind my lovely DSisterIL. She has a good heart, raised a set of twins without killing them or letting them kill each other, and has been a nurse for 45 years so she can dish out some ruthless high-handedness. Although until I read this phase in the book I just called it bossy. Hahaha. I learn so much! (NT) -- Marcie, Tue, May 28 2019, 8:14:48
- Love the exchanges between Hal & Claire! (NT) -- DianaH, Tue, May 28 2019, 8:59:56
- QOTD for Monday, May 27, 2019 -- CindyG, Sun, May 26 2019, 21:15:28
The following quotation is from Written In My Own Heart’s Blood by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2014 by Diana Gabaldon, all rights reserved. Chapter 6, “Under My Protection.”
“‘Oh, of course, you’ve come to see Henry!’ I exclaimed. ‘He’ll be so pleased to see you! He’s doing very well,’ I assured him.
‘I have already seen Henry,’ the duke assured me in turn. ‘He speaks with the greatest admiration of your skill in removing pieces of his intestine and reuniting the remnants. Though eager as I naturally was to see my son—and my daughter’—his lips compressed for a moment; apparently Dottie had informed her parents about her engagement—‘and delighted as I shall be to meet my brother again, it is actually duty that called me to America. My regiment is newly landed in New York.’
‘Oh,’ I said. ‘Er … how nice.’”
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- And poor Minnie is back in London living for the post to bring word of her family. (NT) -- Kgp, Mon, May 27 2019, 12:39:06
- Good point, kgp. Maybe Minnie should come to the Colonies too. I'd love to see Claire, Bree, Jenny, Dottie, Rachel & Minnie together. They would be a Force of Nature to be reckoned with. No man, regiment, or army within 100 miles would stand a chance!! (NT) -- DianaH, Tue, May 28 2019, 8:57:39
- I need to read MOBY again. I never took to some of the characters as in the other books. (NT) -- SueP, Tue, May 28 2019, 16:40:01
- I think I can commit to two days later in the week of 6/16. -- Betsy Barefootspinner, Sun, May 26 2019, 7:40:20
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- swarl and JudithONH -- Judie, Sun, May 26 2019, 0:37:17
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Hi, ladies. I have added you to the quoting schedule - June 30th and July 7th weeks. :)
Anyone else, please just let me know.
Thanks.
Judie
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- QOTD for Sunday, May 26, 2019 -- CindyG, Sat, May 25 2019, 21:46:27
The following quotation is from Written In My Own Heart’s Blood by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2014 by Diana Gabaldon, all rights reserved. Chapter 6, “Under My Protection.”
“The stranger—an infantry colonel, though his uniform seemed to sport even more gold lace than the usual—raised a brow at this. The sudden familiarity of the gesture gave me a slight spinning sensation in the head.
‘You’re a relative of Lord John Grey’s,’ I blurted, staring at him. He had to be. The man wore his own hair, as John did, though his was dark beneath its powder. The shape of his head—fine-boned and long-skulled—was John’s, and so was the set of his shoulders. His features were much like John’s, too, but his face was deeply weathered and gaunt, marked with harsh lines carved by long duty and the stress of command. I didn’t need the uniform to tell me that he was a lifelong soldier.
He smiled, and his face was suddenly transformed. Apparently he had John’s charm, too.”
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- I'm so glad to know Hal better. He's a very complex man. (NT) -- kgp, Sun, May 26 2019, 4:29:58
- I want to dislike Hal but I don't. I agree, kgp. There's an awful lot to Hal. (NT) -- Betsy Barefootspinner, Sun, May 26 2019, 7:26:47
- I do love the way DG helps her readers to actually see the characters. I just can't get into books that leave the descriptions of the people vague and shadowy. Men writers tend to do this more than female ones I find. I can just see Lord John's face morph into Hal's like on those computer generated pictures. Thanks for the quote. (NT) -- Marcie, Sun, May 26 2019, 15:13:53
- Thought of the day -- Barefoot Person, Sat, May 25 2019, 10:35:50
I have been musing the last few days (actually, all my life) and have a question. Do you have a "I'll never do this but it's fun to think about" idea? I have several, what a surprise, but the one that I've been ruminating about the most lately is Reading to Children on YouTube. I picture sitting beside the wood cookstove, wrapped in my shawl, cup of tea next to me, introducing myself and asking if anyone wants to be read to? Then I'd read a children's book or two and wave goodbye. Nothing elaborate, no agenda, just Let's read.
In the summer I'd sit in one of the gardens, or patches of weeds, depending on how far into summer we are, in an outdoor rocker and read.
What's your dream-that-you-don't-think-you'll-ever-really-do?
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- I wanted to learn ASL and teach biology to deaf students. (NT) -- kgp, Sat, May 25 2019, 12:55:32
- My daughter, Carlah, took ASL in highschool as a foreign language instead of German, Spanish, or French. She was pretty fluent and stayed in touch with some of the students who went to the state School for the Deaf. That's a GREAT idea!! (NT) -- BB, Sat, May 25 2019, 16:24:17
- Betsy you must Google Scottish granny reads the wonky donkey (NT) -- Margaret from Calgary, Sat, May 25 2019, 21:25:57
- KGP, that sounds wonderful! My brilliant DD just graduated from Boston University with her Masters in Deaf Education with certifications in Special Ed. She wants to teach Deaf + children at the preschool level. (NT) -- DianaH, Tue, May 28 2019, 8:46:40
- Betsy - that sounds like an AWESOME idea. You should do it! (NT) -- Judie, Sun, May 26 2019, 0:38:31
- I'd love to be a travel writer. I'd never actually do it but it's fun to think about being assigned an interesting place to visit and then writing about it through the eyes of a, *ahem*, mature female traveler. (NT) -- Marcie, Sun, May 26 2019, 15:19:38
- Besides having a horse farm? I'm always making big pots of soup, lasagna, etc. and doling out containers to friends & family. I'd like to have a little "kitchen business" where folks can come and buy soups, casseroles, etc. to be able to put a home cooked meal on the table without a lot of fuss. (NT) -- DianaH, Tue, May 28 2019, 8:50:50
- Betsy, this is the BEST idea! Makes me think of the ending of the movie "Mrs. Doubtfire" where Robin Williams' character just talks directly to the children in the viewing audience. (NT) -- DianaH, Tue, May 28 2019, 8:52:50
- Something I actually started doing this year is formally informing establishments of the lack of proper accessibility, universal design and barrier free accommodations. Feedback is sometimes positive and every opportunity to teach about the errors in a built environment is empowering. (NT) -- Beladona, Thu, May 30 2019, 14:37:47
- QOTD for Saturday, 5/26/19 -- BareThings and spinning stuff, Sat, May 25 2019, 6:15:42
The following quotes are taken from 'The Outlandish Companion,' by Diana Gabaldon, "Prologue, XV11". Copyright 1999, by Diana Gabaldon. All rights researved.
Well, it was all an accident, is what it was. I wasn't trying to be published; I wasn't even going to SHOW it to anyone. I just wanted to write a book-- any kind of book.
Not actually ANY kind of book. Fiction. See, I'm a storyteller. I can't take any particular credit for this-- I was born this way. When my sister and I were very young and shared a bedroom, we stayed up far into the night, nearly every night, telling enormous, convoluted, continuing stories, with casts of thousands (like I said-- I was born this way).
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- And so we began. An a-typical Woman with an a-sort of idea and an a-type of story. Did any of us know we were waiting for this tale? Did any of us know, after reading 'Outlander' for the first time, that another a-typical woman (yes, Judie, you are too an a-typical woman, thank Heavens) after trying to find a group on the internet devoted to this incredible book, would have the germ of an idea and birthed Ladies of Lallybroch. And we came--at different times -- but all for the same reason. There weren't many others (if we could find any at all) to discuss this book with. I had no idea at the time I found LOL that this on-line "reading group" would become my on-line home or that I would meet and fall in love with so many friends? All because there was an accident waiting to happen and Diana Gabaldon found it, fell in, and followed her heart. Thank goodness for Mothers who read to their children. (NT) -- Betsy Barefootspinner, Sat, May 25 2019, 6:37:22
- Yes, a grateful Thank You to DG and Judie and Quoters - you make my day every morning! (NT) -- TeriB, Sat, May 25 2019, 9:15:00
- JUST in case you're trying to figure out what the heck the theme is, stop trying. I couldn't decide a theme (never can) so I used the numbers of both David's and my birthdays. He was born September 14th so I looked on page 14 of one of the books and picked a quote. (NT) -- Spinning barefoot, but not bare., Sat, May 25 2019, 10:21:06
- Oh, that is how I find my QOTDs, frequently, BB! It's amazing that on any given page number there is always a richness to be found! And, I, too, appreciate that DG was a born storyteller, and couldn't help herself with this "happy accident!" (NT) -- JudithONH, Sat, May 25 2019, 18:55:29
- A librarian suggested DG to me. I looked at the big book and thought oh, no way. But to be polite since I had asked her after all, I brought that big ole book home with me. Devoured it! And couldn't stop thinking about the characters. Having just gotten a first computer for Christmas of 1998, I soon got on that scary internet and typed in Outlander and DG's name. Oh my. I found several book clubs but the people weren't nice to each other one little bit. Mean and nasty is more like it. Who needs that in their life, right? Then I found "home". Everyone was chattering and there were contest and games and book quotes. I was in love. I still lurked for a few months and didn't post anything until June or so of 1999. And here I am. Still. Thanks for reminding me about DG being a storyteller even as a little girl. I'm so glad she kept at it. (NT) -- Marcie, Sun, May 26 2019, 15:30:44
- QOTD for Friday, 5/24/19 -- Bare-toed-Betsy, Fri, May 24 2019, 6:56:02
The following quote is taken from 'The Fiery Cross,' by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 1, "Happy the Bride the Sun Shines On." Copyright c 2001 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.
"It's not the wedding feast I need to deal with, anyway," I said, turning back to Jamie. "I've got to manage breakfast, then do the morning clinic with Murray MacLeod."
"Oh, aye? I thought you said wee Murray was a charlatan."
"I said he was ignorant, stubborn, and a menace to the public health," I corrected. "It's not the same thing--quite."
"Quite," said Jamie, grinning. "Ye mean to educate him, then--or poison him?"
"Whichever seems more effective. If nothing else, I might accidentally step on his fleam and break it; that's probably the only way I'll stop him bleeding people. Let's go, though, I'm freezing."
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- It's a bit later than I like to post but I was up late--quite late--- on the phone singing lullabies to my granddaughter in California. When she can't sleep she calls Gummy (Grampy does well, too) to sing to her. Something I shall never ever forget (I hope) was the night Jai had called me to sing. I said "I'll sing to you as long as you need me to. I won't hang up until you're sound asleep." To which she said, "But, Gummy, can't you just stay with me while I sleep and listen to me breathe?" I will listen to her breathe for the reast of my life. Last night it was longer than normal, so I was late getting up. Sorry. (NT) -- Gummy-Spinner, Fri, May 24 2019, 7:20:55
- You're an awesome gummy. 💜 (NT) -- Kgp, Fri, May 24 2019, 14:09:01
- Small sad voice: "Gummy, I can't sleep and mama had to go to the store and she isn't back yet. Can you sing to me?" No, she wasn't totally alone. Her step-siblings were there, her next door neighbors knew her mama went to the store and they live onbase. Where they live, crime is almost nil, but young children can still feel alone. Once, when I told her I'd sing her to sleep before I hung up she asked, "Can you stay with me (on the phone) when I sleep and listen to me breathe?" My heart exploded. Again. (NT) -- BB, Sat, May 25 2019, 6:50:30
- I love the medical quotes. (NT) -- SueP, Fri, May 24 2019, 15:47:04
- I love Claire’s “accidentally on purpose” solutions she comes up with. (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Sat, May 25 2019, 4:47:09
- A bit more blather. Maybe. -- Oh Good Heavens...it's Betsy again., Thu, May 23 2019, 16:35:23
A few weeks ago I was leaving a department store (or what passes for a dept. store here in Maine). I had quite a handful of packages but out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimse of an elderly woman with her arms piled high as well. I don't remember much about her. I had just caught a glimpse. But I thought that I should find my car quickly, toss my armful in and scurry back to help this woman. It seemed to me that she could use some help, and maybe a new coat?
I quickly did just that and hustled back to help her...I was a Scout. We Did a Good Turn Daily and I took my oathes seriously. She had disappeared. I even went inside to see if she had given up and just gone back inside. She wasn't there, but a long mirror was. I had been looking at myself. At a glance I LOOKED OLD AND IN NEED OF ASSISTANCE! When the hell did that happen? When I wasn't looking? Somewhere in my travels hadn't I read about aging gracefully? Gracefully and with dignity? With a soft sweet smile on my peaches and cream complexion. And a demeanor that invited hugs.
Why, yes indeed, I had read many essays and articles about what to expect and how to deal with it all. If you followed their guidance you were assured of a lovely aging process. Well, there was plenty of stuff they DIDN'T prepare me for. The kind of stuff that really mattered. Like no matter how hard you try to take care of your teeth, if you're poor, they just fall out anyway. When I calculated all the expenses of insurance, fillings, implants, caps.....dentures won. Hands down. Now, if you have a job with terrific benefits and no- absolutely no -dependants you can keep your pearly whites. If you end up with dentures, you'll have to learn how to talk and eat all over again. That's IF you fall in the necessary degree of poor-ness. If you're poor but can afford, oh, a bike say (that's a bike that you peddle, not one that has a motor) you're too "poor-but-not-poor-enough" category so no dental help. Bummer.
The most important thing everyone left out of the Words of Wisdom was the Sag Factor. I was expecting my boobs to fly south for the winter (nah, not the winter, forevermore) but it's not just the Ladies that migrate. Did you work for years, maybe even decades, to lose weight? Happier without the excess poundage, were ya? Well, all THAT flab slides south, too. Hopefully you think squirrels are cute because you will now own your very own set of flying squirrel wings. They proudly furl whenever you raise your arms. And they really do try to fly! Don't raise your arms in a stiff wind. You'll end up flying around like Mary Poppins but with your own umbrella. It's jolly. Tally Ho!!
Any woman who has given birth to something weighing more than 0.5 pounds (and any other woman who is breathing) has a muscle in her bladder. Nope Gone. You thought you were done with big-'ol sanitary napkins, did ya'? Nooooo. Now not only do they feel like a mattress has been shoved down your drawers but now it smells like pee. Oh joy. Depends, anyone?
Talking about sphincter muscles, when your bladder muscle moves out so does the sphincter that circles your, ummmm, butt hole. Or anus if that makes you feel better. It doesn't matter what name you give it, that turn-coat muscle has run away, too. Another important thing you should know is that your body has now gone full-on commando and sets itself in motion when it is the most inconvenient. Like in the line at the bank. If your intestinal tract decides to errupt while you are in line at the bank, if you glance at the person behind you with a small frown on your face they will blush and everyone thinks it's them. If it's replicating a Sousa March, look two people in back of you, dabbing your nose with a hankie. When it comes to bank employees you're on your own. They already know. You CAN step forward with a blank look on your face and act a bit "off". You won't be able to foist the blame elsewhere but at least no one will be too offended. Church is another matter altogether. These days the congregations tend to lean heavily to the mature croud and not only has their hearing hidden itself but they've pretty much lost their ability to smell, too, which leaves you pretty safe.
Try looking graceful and dignified, smiling sweetly while you're peeing your pants and farting simultaneously. Those hugs you thought you invited tend to be a figment of your imagination.
There are plenty more things no one ever told you about but I forget what they are. If I ever remember, I'll make sure to warn you. Toot toot.
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- Betsy, I'm quickly finding out the trials and tribulations of maturing. Every morning is a study in "what's working today"? (NT) -- Lady DuBois, Thu, May 23 2019, 17:00:37
- OMG I laughed out loud through the whole thing, Betsy. Hahaha (NT) -- Judie, Thu, May 23 2019, 19:02:28
- And you want to punch anyone who suggests Kegel exercises. I _know_ about those. I still leak when I sneeze, cough, laugh, run, pick up anything weighing more than 20 lbs. But I can still dance, can still improve my fiddling, can still cuddle a child, listen to friends in need of a rant, etc. I'm fortunate in a lot of things, especially in my extended Lallybroch family. (NT) -- kgp, Fri, May 24 2019, 5:02:35
- Oh Betsy, you hit the nail on the head about aging gracefully. Mother nature’s wicked little joke on all us women. I would like to also add in the phenomenon of disappearing eyebrows and eyelashes. WTHECK is up with that? Thanks for making me laugh and thanks Kgp for reminding us what we can still do. Love you guys and appreciate you so much. (NT) -- Marcie, Fri, May 24 2019, 12:14:47
- Making me laugh too and nodding my head, “yes, yes, yes....”. And how about the crazy inch long hairs that sprout on my upper lip? 😳 (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Sat, May 25 2019, 4:45:16
- I love you Betsy!! I also love my hormones which keep away the facial hair...so far! Now, I've discovered I no longer have arm or leg hair...wth?? (NT) -- CarolE, Sun, May 26 2019, 20:33:03
- So... DH & I were travelling and got stuck in 4 lane traffic for several hours. Yep, I HAD TO PEE!! Flat ground, not a shrub in sight. Bad knees = I can't squat if I wanted to. End up in the back seat, peeing into a gallon zip lock, and dribbling all over my pants. Thank God DH is gold, he emptied the bag, and when we got home, shampooed the back seat, while I sobbed in the bathroom. Ain't old age grand.... (NT) -- Anon, Mon, May 27 2019, 11:52:26
- QOTD for Thursday, 5/23/19 -- Betsy Barethings, Thu, May 23 2019, 6:43:06
The following quote is taken from 'The Fiery Cross,' by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 1, "Happy the Bride the Sun Shines On." Copyright c 2001 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.
I touched the gold ring on my left hand, restored to me the night before, and still unfamiliar after its long absense. Perhaps it was his ring that had summoned Frank to my dreams. Perhaps tonight at the wedding ceremony, I would have touched it again, deliberately, and hope that he could see his daughter's happiness somehow through my eyes. For now though, he was gone, and I was glad
A small sound, no louder than the distant birdcalls, drifted through the air. The brief cry of a baby waking.
I had once thought that no matter the circumstances, there ought really be no more than two people in a marriage bed. I still thought so. However, a baby was more difficult to banish than the ghost of a former love; Brianna and Roger's bed must perforce accomodate three.
The edge of the canvas lifted, and Jamie's face appeared, looking excited and alarmed.
""Ye'd best get up and dress, Claire," he said. "The soldiers are drawn up by the creek. Where are my stockings?"
I sat bold upright, and far down the mountainside the drums began to roll.
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- A harsh awakening! (NT) -- Kgp, Thu, May 23 2019, 7:59:26
- Betsy, I'm loving your new monikers this week! Don't we all have those days where no amount of tea, coffee, or chocolate can help make sense of our thoughts, never mind words? My beautiful and intelligent family (DH, DS & DD) are, occasionally, similarly afflicted,so we just chalk it up to the fact that we all converse fluently in gibberish. Re: this QOTD, how many in the marriage bed often depends upon how many kids (or these days - cats) you have. :) (NT) -- DianaH, Thu, May 23 2019, 8:35:07
- Part of this quote, Claire opining about only two in a marriage bed, reminds me of myself BC (before children). My children will never talk to me like that, my children will learn from birth that they do NOT sleep with their parents, I will not yell, I will not swat them..... you know, all those things we were/were not going to do/say...and how well-behaved MY children would be, all flew out the window as soon as I began my path of parenthood. However, the reason I posted this Quote is it brought back the "feel" of the pre-dawn time at the campsite when I did re-enactment at Scottish Highland Games. DG's writing srikes so many chords on so many levels that I could cry from emotional overload. (NT) -- Betsy Barefeet Blather, Thu, May 23 2019, 17:17:22
- Ah yes, I was going to a much better parent than my DSIL. I can still hear God laughing about that one. The thoughts I always get at this quote is how odd, yet comforting it is to think of your child in bed with a mate (not the sex part, that’s a place my brain isn’t going thank you very much), But just knowing your child has found their person, and it could include kids or pets in the bed at times (NT) -- Marcie, Fri, May 24 2019, 12:25:26
- Blathering -- BB, Wed, May 22 2019, 16:30:06
Well. Perhaps I can actually write AND POST this. Last night and again this morning David asked me why I spent all this time writing QOTD. I tried to explain that the actual Quote doesn't take that long, if I know what quote I'm using, but the part that takes me so long is something else again. It's therapy for me. It helps me to put things into perspective. It reminds me that I still HAVE a mind that works --or at least lets me pretend I do. It's my gift to myself as well as to my community, sometimes the most important community in my life, puts a smile on someone's face or an eye-roll on other's, occasionally allows someone to identify with some parts of my life and maybe feel not so alone in some ways. People don't need to read my blather if they don't wish to but I know some of our community reads it and has a moment of connection with another person going through the same thing because you have told me so. Some respond here, some who wish to be anonymous on the Boards. Don't misunderstand me. In NO WAY do I EVER mean to present any advice or try to suggest anything. Heavenly Days!!! My own life is tangled and crazy and I can't possibly offer anything that looks like sanity. But friends share with each other. They laugh and cry together, share the good, the bad, the happy and the sad. It's one way I keep LOL real to me. I want to be part of a community I trust. I have other friends, other women and men who round out my desire for Community. But I don't want to lose THIS one, so I do what I feel I need to do to keep it vital for me.
This is absolutely NOT what I thought I'd be blathering about. I feel like a broken record.... I'm pretty sure I've written about why I write at other times. Hmmmmm. I must REALLY be growing along at an alarming pace!
I'm stopping here. I think so far everything is working, no sign of hidden disasters! Have a great evening/night/morning/afternoon....whatever it is where you are.
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- Good morning, Betsy - I love to read what is on your heart. It feels like genuine letters that we used to write in days of yore. I might give it a try but you know I rarely have more than two words to rub together. Hello to David as well. (NT) -- kgp, Thu, May 23 2019, 5:01:23
- First of all, I miss sending and recieving actual handwritten communication. When I think of how much we have know from reading handwritten matterial. Journals, letters- not much of these any more. When homeschooling my grandsons, I asked my then-third grader what he most wanted to accomplish this term, he said "I want to learn to write and read cursive." It had been dropped in the school system here and now we have whole generations that can't read or write except on the computer. For me, the implications are bone-chilling. How much of our history have we learned reading recorded papers? Our own (in the USA) Declaration of Independance is handwritten. Who will be able to READ these things? Other people. We will be relying on the integrity of others to read and understand our history. Ummm.... Secondly, Karen, you are a brilliant woman who has many, many words to rub together. Your additions to conversations are invaluable. (NT) -- Betsy-the-Opinionated, Thu, May 23 2019, 7:31:06
- Betsy, I love your “blatherings” as you call them. To me they put into print so many things I can’t express my own self. Your thoughts and the quotes always give me information to mull over. I’m terrified to do QOTD. I can’t come up with a theme, a Wed hump day quite (NT) -- Marcie, Fri, May 24 2019, 12:33:20
- :) (NT) -- Beladona, Thu, May 30 2019, 14:51:28
- QOTD for 5/22/19 -- BareBefuddled, Wed, May 22 2019, 6:56:17
The following quote is taken from 'A Breath of Snow and Ashes,' by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 3, "Keep Your Friends Close". Copyright c 2005, by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.
His hands cupped her buttocks and fastened tight.
"Mmm-hmmm," he said, in what sounded like a combination of invitation and satisfaction.
She didn't reply, but made a slight dissentient motion of the behind. Under normal conditions, this would have caused him to let go. He DID let go, but only with one hand, and this in order to slide it down her leg, evidently meaning to get hold of her skirt and ruckle it up.
She reached back hastily and grabbed the roving hand, bringing it round and placing it on her breast, as an indication that while she appreciated the notion and under other circumstances would be thrilled to oblige, just this moment she thought---
Roger was usually very good at reading her body language, but evidently this skill had disolved with whisky. That or ---the thought came suddenly to her-- - he simply didn't CARE whether she wanted---
"Roger!" she hissed.
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- Last night I wrote for 2 1/5 hours and then the internet connection did a second-long blink (sort of) and it all went away. I did try all your suggestions, and I am Very Grateful to you all, but I couldn't get any of it back. I know I can write something, then copy and paste (or drag it and redrag it),, but honestly, although it sounds like an excuse, truely I need one-on-one help. I call my kids for help; I have so many hand-written instructions posted all around my computer I look like the Absent-minded professor. It was later than I like to call so I just had a mini-maxi meltdown and went to bed. I decided to write the QOTD seperately so I didn't worry about missing THAT, and then I'd write my blathers sepatately if I found moments here and there throughout the day. Can there BE a Sasquatch of the Cyber world? Yup. I'm liviing proof. (NT) -- Betsy Barefoot Spinner, Wed, May 22 2019, 7:22:00
- Hey Betsy B, If you write your essay in Word, you can highlight it and drag in onto the Boards. Or even safer is cut and paste. I always do my full week in Word and then, day by day, cut and paste it onto the Boards. Hope this helps. My husband has your problem. He doesnt even have to touch a screen for the whole thing to go haywire. It is most amazing. (NT) -- swarl, Wed, May 22 2019, 12:24:04
- I have an Mac, swarl. I called my daughter (third one, she's the most Mac-savvy) to ask her about Word. She said Mac doesn't use Word, or at least mine doesn't. Oh well. Your husband and I should start a club for those members of the human race who are pathetic and doomed to remain that way probably until the end of time. Oh well. Thanks for the suggestion, though. Apparently I DO have some writing plan but Carlah doesn't know what it is or where it is. She's never needed it. Such is life. (NT) -- Betsy, Thu, May 23 2019, 6:16:27
- Betsy, you can write your story in any medium, even your email program, just create an email to yourself, and send it with your text typed out in the body. Then while you have voy.com and your email program open, go to your email and highlight and copy the text and then go to voy.com, and do the initial start of the QOTD post and paste your stuff and Bob's Your Uncle! Try it on the practice board, it works! (NT) -- JudithONH, Sat, May 25 2019, 19:16:33
- Hi - Judolf, I'll do June 30th week. any newbie want to help me? (NT) -- swarl, Wed, May 22 2019, 12:26:13
- If you've ever had the opportunity to see/hear the comic Trevor Noah, perhaps you find him as entertaining as I do. Not too many F-words (a rarity these days) and he really IS hilarious. He does a short bit on this very thing..... men are pigs (his words, not mine) and they don't even require any attention from the partner, they don't even care if you're asleep, and so forth. I won't admit to this, so I'll just tell you that I THINK I may understand these circumstances. Whatever, my daughter (no. 2, who has an eerie link to her mother's thoughts, sense of humor, bodily functions... it's either wonderful or terrible, whichever way you want to interpret the attachment) laughed until we rolled on the couch and had tears running down our faces. When I read this again, it struck me that it struck a bit close to home..... (NT) -- Betsy, married to a dog. OOPS, I plead the fifth., Thu, May 23 2019, 7:00:06
- QOTD for Tuesday 5/21/19 -- Betsy Bareappendage, Mon, May 20 2019, 20:58:45
I want to scream and kick something. (This is not the usual 'Betsy' behavior). I had written a rather long, but a bit humerous Blather only to have it go away, GO AWAY!! I haven't a clue what I did but it MAY be that I hit some button and blew it up. If anyone has any idea at all if and how I can retrieve it, can you let me know? I haven't the time or the energy to redo it again. Thanks for your help and your patience.
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The following quote is taken from 'A Breath of Snow And Ashes,' by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 2 "Dutch Cabin". Copyright c 2005 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.
January 21 last. Mr. Fraser, a nephew of the late Hector Cameron of River Run Plantation, was born at Broch Tuarach in Scotland. He was widely known in the Colony and deeply respected; he leaves no surviving children.
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- I haven't closed this page down, just in case, just in case... (NT) -- Bare Appendage, Mon, May 20 2019, 21:02:15
- Not sure Betsy. Hit the “back” button perhaps? If it’s not the same page as this last quote you posted. >>>>>. In here >>> -- Judie, Tue, May 21 2019, 3:06:45
- Interesting that the person who listed the obit put Jamie first though it was Claire he mourned. Was it because it was the accepted formal format of the times? (NT) -- kgp, Tue, May 21 2019, 5:27:40
- Thank you All for the help. I couldn't make any of them work.....It's me. I know. I have lived in the Terminally Befuddled Room in cyberspace and have since the very first time my kids helped me turn the machine on. I am now considered by my Family to be Happy but Hopeless. I shall try one more time. (NT) -- Betsy, Tue, May 21 2019, 17:36:34
- If I have a long post I type it up on Word, check it, then cut and paste it into the New Message. (NT) -- SueP, Tue, May 21 2019, 18:00:33
- If you are on an iPad , iPhone, or tablet type it up in Notes, then copy and paste it here. Hope this helps someone. (NT) -- Marcie, Tue, May 21 2019, 19:03:06
- New poll -- Judie, Mon, May 20 2019, 19:12:16
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Next message down deals with the "Facebook or no Facebook" poll. So, we'll stay on this message board.
Next poll is:
Should I put a password on the board? Does anyone care? I can do it, it probably doesn't NEED a password, but there were mentions above privacy below, and that would make it private. :)
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- Hurray!! I don’t think we need a password for the QOTD, but I do think one for the Kirk is good for personal stuff. Saying that, the password doesn’t seem to work for me now. (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Tue, May 21 2019, 3:17:06
- Could we have a password and dump captcha? I totally hate that. Sometimes my Chrome browser has issues w Voy and I can’t ign in. It’s just frustrating to deal with. (NT) -- Marcie, Tue, May 21 2019, 11:02:39
- Some members are saying that this is the high point of their day, but they don't take their turn at posting. Why not? It’s the same people that always post, and the same people that reply. I think everyone here needs to commit to post semi-regularly. We are all busy, but Lallybroch is our common denominator. Let’s all do our share and enjoy this space together. (NT) -- SueP, Tue, May 21 2019, 17:58:24
- The captcha is mildly annoying, especially from a smart phone, but I can live with it. If it keeps the perv from posting I'm all for it. (NT) -- kgp, Wed, May 22 2019, 4:00:38
- Hi - I’m glad we are staying here. Captcha is fine with me, as it keeps out the creeps. Yes, everyone should commit to a week of quotes. OR - team up with an experienced Quoter and help out for a few days. I can do a week late in June. Any newbies want to help me out. (NT) -- Swarl, Wed, May 22 2019, 4:32:56
- I'm still around, Judie, but not often this past year what with wedding planning. Married my daughter off on the 18th and the dust is still settling. I hope to contribute more in the months to come. (NT) -- DonnaS, Fri, May 24 2019, 13:07:43
- The results are in! -- Judie, Mon, May 20 2019, 19:10:02
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As you can see from the responses below, it seems the majority want to stay on this board. That's fine with me. It's good to know that people are still showing up even if they don't comment. And I understand it's a pain in the arse to have to deal with the captcha and it's not easy like Facebook. So, that's cool, it's just good to know you are all still here! :)
Anyone want to take a week of quotes????????? hahahahahaha
Anyway, one thing I would like to point out is something you cannot see because it's in the admin area, but here is what Brandon says:
"VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.
Show your support by donating any amount.
(Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.)
PayPal Acct: payments@voy.com "
So - if you can possibly contribute a few dollars to their efforts, I'm sure it would be much appreciated. And I am going to continue asking if Brandon can fix the accounts thing. If you can they take Paypal at - payments@voy.com.
Thanks everyone for your input.
Judie
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- We used to see this message at least once a year. I'm glad they are still willing to continue. Thank you, Judie, for this home away from home. (NT) -- kgp, Tue, May 21 2019, 5:23:04
- Thanks for the reminder. Payday on the first. I’ll keep the PayPal info. This is definitely a cause I want to support. (NT) -- Marcie, Tue, May 21 2019, 11:07:27
- I spend so much time on FB I do know I've neglected LOL here. I'm glad I popped over today to check in. I'm glad you're keeping the LOL board too. I do miss the old days when there were so many of us and the fun we used to have but I guess times change and we change with them. I'll try to spend more time here from now on too. Thanks Judie. (NT) -- Gwen, Thu, May 23 2019, 8:49:29
- QOTD for Monday, April 20/20/2019 -- Betsy Barefootspinner, Sun, May 19 2019, 17:00:11
I'll just skip my blather tonight. Hopefully this Quote will go through.
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The following quote is from "Outlander," by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 1, 'A New Beginning." Copyright c 1992 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.
"In the old days" he explained as we went, "and not so long ago, either, when a house was built, it was customary to kill something and bury it under the foundation, as a propitiation to the earth spirits. You know, 'He shall lay the foundation thereof in his first and in his youngest son shall he set up the gates of it.' Old as the hills."
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- Yippy Skippy! It works on my first try and it didn't disappear into cyberspace, never to be seen again! (NT) -- BB, Sun, May 19 2019, 17:03:22
- The earth spirits probably didn't give a hoot. Imagine if that tradition carried into modern construction. Would contractors be required to kill something themselves or would it have devolved into throwing a pack of hotdogs into the hole before pouring the foundation? (NT) -- kgp, Mon, May 20 2019, 4:25:18
- In the construction sites I see around here, it has devolved into burying discarded coffee cups and the wrappers from workers' lunches. :( (NT) -- DianaH, Mon, May 20 2019, 7:12:50
- Test, hopefully -- BB, Sun, May 19 2019, 7:58:39
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- QOTD for Sunday 19th May, 2019 -- SueP, Sat, May 18 2019, 20:54:18
(From VOYAGER by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 22, "All Hallows' Eve". Copyright© 1994 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.)
"It's like--there are all these things I don't even know!" she said, pacing with quick, angry steps. "Do you think I remember what I looked like, learning to walk, or what the first word I said was? No, but Mama does! And that's so stupid, because what difference does it make, it doesn't make any difference at all, but it's important, it matters because she thought it was, and ... oh, Roger, if she's gone, there won't be a soul left in the world who cares what I'm like, or thinks I'm special not because of anything, but just because I'm me! She's the only person in the world who really, really cares I was born, and if she's gone..." She stood still on the hearthrug, hands clenched at her sides, and mouth twisted with the effort to control herself, tears wet on her cheeks. Then her shoulders slumped and the tension went out of her tall figure.
"And that's just really dumb and selfish," she said, in a quietly reasonable tone. "And you don't understand, and you think I'm awful."
"No," Roger said quietly. "I think maybe not." He stood and came behind her, putting his arms around her waist, urging her to lean back against him. She resisted at first, stiff in his arms, but then yielded to the need for physical comfort and relaxed, his chin propped on her shoulder, head tilted to touch her own.
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- I think Roger knows better than you think Bree! He has no family left either, and Claire was one who knew him as a boy as well. (NT) -- Kel, Sun, May 19 2019, 10:37:11
- I honestly don't know how Claire could do it. Yes, yes, she and Bree are reunited eventually, and, of course, the story would be what it should be. But my heart broke, and I wept for Bree (and for Claire) for what would be lost. And Kel, you make a good point! (NT) -- DianaH, Mon, May 20 2019, 7:10:24
- HELP NEEDED -- Betsy Barefootspinner, Sat, May 18 2019, 20:35:52
I had typed for 2 hours. One in responce to Judie's question and one to the QOTD. It is gone. I'm way too tired to do this all over again. I'm going t bed and try again tomorrow.
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- Question -- Judie, Fri, May 17 2019, 16:32:21
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Just wondering about these boards....
In my conversations with Brandon, he indicated that some of the boards are still going strong. So it doesn't sound like they are going to fold any time soon.
It would be much easier to just move all this to Facebook, and maybe we'd even get better participation in the long run. I think most people forget about these boards.
I have two questions:
1. Are there any people still here reading the quotes who are not on Facebook?
2. If everyone is still on Facebook, what about moving the QOTD to Facebook and making our own group. It could just be the LOL gang, not a wide-open group for anyone.
Let me know what you think. Thanks.
Judie
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- Re: Facebppl -- Elsa (Efran), Fri, May 17 2019, 16:56:55
- Ooops, Facebook, not Facebpll (NT) -- Elsa (Efran), Fri, May 17 2019, 16:58:30
- Thanks for your input, Elsa. Good points. I'm just checking as the number of quoters seems to be dwindling and always the same people, and when people do not interact then it looks like no one is paying attention any more. And I think people get caught up in Facebook and forget to come here. Perhaps they could put reminders in their phones - hahahahaha. (NT) -- Judie, Fri, May 17 2019, 17:19:44
- It would be sad after all these years to see the Voy Boards go, but everything has gravitated to FB for a while. I like the idea of the smaller LOL group on FB. (NT) -- SueP, Fri, May 17 2019, 17:22:09
- Good points. I guess if it's you and me and a handful of the regulars........... if everyone is happy with that, no problem. hahahahaha (NT) -- Judie, Fri, May 17 2019, 17:23:15
- Can we pick and choose our members to include a bigger group on FB? I know people have said they read QOTD regularly, but don't reply to it, but that's not fair on the Quoters either? I know m (NT) -- SueP, Fri, May 17 2019, 17:51:08
- I’m ok either way. I do check in here every day, although I admit I haven’t been commenting often. But I check my Facebook several times a day, too. (NT) -- CindyG, Sat, May 18 2019, 12:40:37
- I'm still here every morning. I would not be averse to a Facebook group, but I'd be okay with staying here too. Whatever the masses decide is fine with me! (NT) -- Susannah, Sat, May 18 2019, 5:48:52
- I prefer to stay here, By a large margin. Being a private group won’t save us from FB’s unethical use of our info. Plus, being a private group won’t encourage new people to join. My 2 bits, plus a Thankyou to Judolf for keeping tabs on things. 💪🏽👍 (NT) -- Swarl, Sat, May 18 2019, 6:09:44
- The other thing about FB, is that people can 'react' to the post -like/dislike/ etc. And it also shows on each post how many people have seen it - so we can monitor interest? The captcha really annoys me here, but that's just my thing! (NT) -- SueP, Sat, May 18 2019, 17:08:18
- I need to let it ruminate a bit. I have to allow the rational part of my brain to catch up with the kicking-and-screaming part. Answer to follow. Someday. (NT) -- Betsy Barefootspinner, Sat, May 18 2019, 18:13:14
- Isn't there already a private group on FB for all of us "oldies"? Lallypals? I don't know because when I first went to the group I didn't know many people and it didn't have that "homey" feel to it. This is NOT to be considered ruminating. I'll tell you when the rumination has ruminated sufficiently. (NT) -- BeBare, Sat, May 18 2019, 18:33:53
- I still visit here first every morning and would hate to see it go. This is the place I first met all you wonderful people. However, I'll go with the majority. (NT) -- Wee, Sun, May 19 2019, 3:09:51
- Let me see if I can write today. I see some of what I posted, which wouldn't post last night, is here this AM. (NT) -- Betsy Barefootspinner, Sun, May 19 2019, 7:56:42
- I, too, still visit here here almost everyday to read QOTD and sometimes comment. If the purpose to move to FB is to "make it easier" and to "get better participation" then, ok, it may be time to graduate to FB. I will follow wherever you go as I still participate in the Christmas Card and Ornament Exchange, too. What do I like - calming wallpapers makes it feel homey, like "Hello, the house!", the QOTD like Betsy's and others is more chatty, conversational, and more responses/participation. I like the QOTD when the quoter also starts the comments, or participates in the comments. What makes for more responses? Is it inserting a photo that connects the QOTD which makes for another type of connection visually, not just words, or personal stories about QOTD or just comments about the quoters day-to-day? Judolf, Chief, our friend and leader, I'll go where you go. (NT) -- TeriB, Sun, May 19 2019, 9:34:40
- I come on and read daily, but rarely post. I do wish there was a "like" button or such LOL. I doubt I'll follow on a FB page though. I like it here, where we have been talking about the books for so many years. Without a new book, sometimes seems less to say. Not sure when I joined in, but probbly in the late 1990s? Long before I moved to present home in 2002! (NT) -- Kel, Sun, May 19 2019, 10:40:58
- As a poster who has done QOTD on and off for 10 years, I post my own favourite quotes. . I don't comment it, I just post it for others to enjoy, I would not be interested in adding back stories or photos. And I have never taken any notice of the wallpaper! (NT) -- SueP, Sun, May 19 2019, 15:52:03
- Rumination complete, subject to change at will. I rarely use Facebook except for family stuff and the occasional comment when I see something from a Lallylander. I don't keep up with even THAT much on a daily basis. I hate Facebook. There are a myriad of reasons, most already mentioned by others here. This has been my home--a place to be able to be and say whatever I want. I don't suffer change well. Question: How are people chosen to be in the group? All that said, and there's tons more, when you All pack up and move, I may be squawking but I'll be packing my "stuff", too. Change is inevitable . I will whine, but I'll be there. Love is stronger than my negative emotions. (NT) -- Betsy Barefootspinne, Sun, May 19 2019, 17:32:13
- Let's NOT move to FB -- LadyQuail, Mon, May 20 2019, 8:50:38
- Let's stay here. I am guilty of reading QOTD and not responding. I'll try to do better, honest! I really would like to keep our legacy here going. But as others have said, I'll go with the majority. I can't get my head today (sign in).....got this message from my Chrome browser. "You cannot visit www.voyager.com right now because the website uses HSTS. Network errors and attacks are usually temporary, so this page will probably work later." Hahhaha, I've got news for you Chrome, I'll get to the VOY board by hook or crook! (NT) -- Marcie, Mon, May 20 2019, 10:40:19
- QOTD for Saturday 18th May, 2019 -- SueP, Fri, May 17 2019, 15:45:18
This quote is from Outlander, by Diana Gabaldon, "Revelations of the Bridal Chamber," Chapter 15, Copyright© 1991 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.
“I know once is enough to make it legal, but…” He paused shyly.
“You want to do it again?”
“Would ye mind verra much?”
I didn’t laugh this time either, but I felt my ribs creak under the strain. “No,” I said gravely. “I wouldn’t mind.”
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- Oh, Jamie...................... (NT) -- Judie, Fri, May 17 2019, 16:26:04
- I hope everyone enjoyed Outlander week! I will be continuing on this week with random favourites from any of the main books.. (NT) -- SueP, Fri, May 17 2019, 16:28:30
- Great week, and thanks for continuing on!!! (NT) -- Swarl, Sat, May 18 2019, 6:06:19
- Great Week! (NT) -- kgp, Sat, May 18 2019, 11:13:17
- 👍👍 (NT) -- CindyG, Sat, May 18 2019, 12:36:23
- Great week! It's lovely to go back to the early days. (NT) -- DianaH, Mon, May 20 2019, 6:54:41
- QOTD for Friday 17th May, 2019 -- SueP, Thu, May 16 2019, 15:44:09
Outlander, Chapter 22 Reckonings Copyright©. 1991 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.
"Being half MacKenzie is one thing,” he explained. “Being half MacKenzie wi’ an English wife is quite another. There isna much chance of a Sassenach wench ever becoming lady of Leoch, whatever the clansmen might think of me alone. That’s why Dougal picked me to wed ye to, ye ken.”
He lifted one brow, reddish-gold in the morning sun. “I hope ye wouldna have preferred Rupert, after all?”
“No, I wouldn’t,” I said with emphasis."
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- Quote of the day for Thursday, May 16 -- Judie, posting for SueP who is having posting problems :), Wed, May 15 2019, 17:24:51
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The following quote is from Outlander, Chapter 15 Revelations of the Bridal chamber Copyright©. 1991 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.
“I want this marriage consummated, wi’ no uncertainty whatsoever,” Dougal instructed me firmly in an undertone. “There’s to be no question of it bein’ a legal union, and no way open for annulment, or we’re all riskin’ our necks.”
“Seems to me you’re doing that anyway,” I remarked crossly. “Mine, especially.”
Dougal patted me firmly on the rump.
“Dinna ye worry about that; ye just do your part.” He looked me over critically, as though judging my capacity to perform my role adequately.
“I kent Jamie’s father. If the lad’s much like him, ye’ll have no trouble at all. Ah, Jamie lad!” He hurried across the room, to where Jamie had come in from stabling the horses. From the look on Jamie’s face, he was getting his orders as well."
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- Dougal was a piece of work. Nice reading about him twice. I like him patting Claire’s rear. So what else is new?? (NT) -- Swarl, Thu, May 16 2019, 6:12:21
- I don't think I ever realized that Dougal was likely referring to Brian Fraser getting Ellen pregnant so that no one could dispute their marriage. The benefits of QOTD and re-reads! (NT) -- DianaH, Thu, May 16 2019, 8:10:00
- Thanks Judie, my quote turned up eventually! (NT) -- SueP, Thu, May 16 2019, 15:45:30
- QOTD for 16th May, 2019 -- SueP, Wed, May 15 2019, 17:20:44
The following quote is from Outlander, Chapter 15 Revelations of the Bridal chamber Copyright©. 1991 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.
“I want this marriage consummated, wi’ no uncertainty whatsoever,” Dougal instructed me firmly in an undertone. “There’s to be no question of it bein’ a legal union, and no way open for annulment, or we’re all riskin’ our necks.”
“Seems to me you’re doing that anyway,” I remarked crossly. “Mine, especially.”
Dougal patted me firmly on the rump.
“Dinna ye worry about that; ye just do your part.” He looked me over critically, as though judging my capacity to perform my role adequately.
“I kent Jamie’s father. If the lad’s much like him, ye’ll have no trouble at all. Ah, Jamie lad!” He hurried across the room, to where Jamie had come in from stabling the horses. From the look on Jamie’s face, he was getting his orders as well."
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- Logging in. -- SueP, Tue, May 14 2019, 15:38:16
I am trying to Login to my Voy Account, but get an alert that it is an insecure connection.
Any suggestions?!
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- It's been this way for over a month now. No one can log in. We're just dealing with the captcha. (NT) -- Kgp, Wed, May 15 2019, 13:34:02
- the insecure connection notice comes up on other sites that rent space to different groups. It is a new notice. I suppose that means we could all be internet pirates. Maybe there are listening devices implanted in the Lallybroch site. Not much to see. (NT) -- swarl, Wed, May 15 2019, 14:40:00
- Thanks Ladies! I was trying to edit a post this week, and couldn't work it out! -- SueP, Wed, May 15 2019, 16:46:34
- Thanks Ladies! I was trying to edit a post this week, and couldn't work it out! -- SueP, Wed, May 15 2019, 16:47:06
- QOTD for Wednesday 15th May, 2019 -- SueP, Tue, May 14 2019, 15:13:57
The following quote is from Outlander, Chapter 2, Standing Stones. Copyright©. 1991 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.
The hand stroking my back slipped lower and lower, stopping suddenly in surprise. It felt again, then Frank raised his head and looked down at me, grinning.
“What’s all this, then?” he asked, in imitation of a village bobby. “Or rather, what’s not all this?”
“Just being prepared,” I said primly. “Nurses are taught to anticipate contingencies.”
“Really, Claire,” he murmured, sliding his hand under my skirt and up my thigh to the soft, unprotected warmth between my legs, “you are the most terrifyingly practical person I have ever known.”
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- QOTD for Tuesday 14th May, 2019 -- SueP, Mon, May 13 2019, 15:38:16
The following quote is from Outlander, Chapter 1, A new Beginning Copyright©. 1991 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.
"My gaze lingered on a shop window filled with household goods—embroidered tea cloths and cosies, pitchers and glasses, a stack of quite homely pie tins, and a set of three vases.
I had never owned a vase in my life. During the war years, I had, of course, lived in the nurses’ quarters, first at Pembroke Hospital, later at the field station in France. But even before that, we had lived nowhere long enough to justify the purchase of such an item. Had I had such a thing, I reflected, Uncle Lamb would have filled it with potsherds long before I could have got near it with a bunch of daisies."
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- QOTD for Monday 13th May 2005 -- SueP, Sun, May 12 2019, 15:05:05
The following quote is from Outlander, Chapter 2, Standing Stones. Copyright©. 1991 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.
“Oh?” I was still amused but beginning to be curious. “Am I going to meet a tall dark stranger, or journey across the sea?”
“Could be.” Mrs. Graham had caught my ironic tone, and echoed it, smiling slightly. “And could not. That’s what’s odd about your cup, my dear. Everything in it’s contradictory. There’s the curved leaf for a journey, but it’s crossed by the broken one that means staying put. And strangers there are, to be sure, several of them. And one of them’s your husband, if I read the leaves aright.”
My amusement dissipated somewhat. After six years apart, and six months together, my husband was still something of a stranger. Though I failed to see how a tea leaf could know it"
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- QOTD for Sunday 12th May 2018. -- SueP, Sat, May 11 2019, 16:49:09
Outlander, Chapter 1, A new Beginning, Copyright© 1991 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.
“ Not that I had originally planned to do a lot of that; my thoughts ran more on the lines of sleeping late in the mornings, and long, lazy afternoons in bed with Frank, not sleeping. However, it was difficult to maintain the proper mood of languorous romance with Mrs Baird industriously Hoovering away outside our door.
“That must be the dirtiest bit of carpet in the entire Scottish Highlands,” Frank had observed that morning as we lay in bed listening to the ferocious roar of the vacuum in the hallway.
“Nearly as dirty as our landlady’s mind,” I agreed.”
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- QOTD for Saturday, May 11, 2019 -- kgp, Fri, May 10 2019, 20:24:47
The following quotation is from The Fiery Cross by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2001. All Rights Reserved. Chapter 47 The Lists of Venus
“Did you find any of the guests passed out in the shrubbery?” she asked, her words muffled by a mouthful of mushroom pasty. She swallowed, and became more distinct. “When Da asked you to go and look this afternoon, I mean?”
He snorted briefly, selecting a dumpling made of sausage and dried pumpkin.
“Ken the difference between a Scottish wedding and a Scottish funeral, do ye?”
“No, what?”
“The funeral has one less drunk.”
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- QOTD for riday, May 10, 2019 -- kgp, Fri, May 10 2019, 4:24:27
The following quotation is from The Fiery Cross by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2001. All Rights Reserved. Chapter 45 If It Quacks . . .
Trembling with fury, I swept around and left the room.
Jamie was waiting for me at the foot of the stair. Seeing my face as I descended, he took my arm at once and led me out into the yard.
“That - that - “ Words failed me.
“Officious worm?” he supplied helpfully. “Unsonsie sharg?”
“Yes! Did you hear him?! The gall of him, that jumped-up butcher, that bloody little . . . squirt! No time to indulge my fancies! How dare he?”
Jamie made a guttural noise, indicating sympathetic outrage.
“Shall I go up and knivvle him?” he inquired, hand on his dirk. “I could gut him for ye - or just beat his face in, if ye’d rather.”
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- QOTD for Thursday, May 9, 2019 -- kgp, Thu, May 09 2019, 4:06:39
The following quotation is from The Fiery Cross by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2001. All Rights Reserved. Chapter 32 Mission Accomplished
“Even if she did,” I went on, pushing aside my vision of snow drifting through an empty wood, and a wrapped bundle lying by the burned-out fire, “I was there. I could say what happened.”
“If they’d let ye,” Jamie agreed. “Which they wouldna. You’re a marrit woman, Sassenach; ye couldna testify in a court, even if ye weren’t my own wife.”
That brought me up short. Living as we did in the wilderness, I seldom encountered the more outrageous legal injustices of the times in a personal way, but I was aware of some of them. He was right, In fact, as a married woman, I had no legal rights at all. Ironically enough, Fanny Beardsley did, being now a widow. She could testify in a court of law - if she wished.
“Well, bloody hell!” I said, with feeling.
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- QOTD for Wednesday, May 8, 2019 -- kgp, Wed, May 08 2019, 3:42:39
The following quotation is from The Fiery Cross by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2001. All Rights Reserved. Chapter 46 Quicksilver
“To beauty,” he said softly, then drank, not taking his eyes off me.
The quicksilver shifted, quivering through my hips and down the backs of my legs.
“To . . . ah . . . privacy,” I replied, with a slight lift of my own glass. Feeling pleasantly reckless, I reached slowly up, and deliberately pulled the ornamented lace from my hair. Half- unpinned, curls fell loose down my back. And i heard someone draw in his breath in shock behind me.
In front of me, Jamie’s face went suddenly blank. His eyes fixed on me like a hawk’s on a rabbit. I lifted my glass, holding his eyes with mine, and drank, swallowing slowly as I drained it. The scent of black grapes perfumed the inside of my head and the heat of the wine warmed my face, my throat, my breasts, my skin. Jamie moved abruptly to take the empty glass from my hand, his fingers cold and hard on mine.
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- QOTD for Tuesday, May 7, 2019 -- kgp, Tue, May 07 2019, 4:32:58
The following quotation is from The Fiery Cross by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2001. All Rights Reserved. Chapter 37 Mail Call
Jocasta had also sent two issues of Brigham’s Lady’s Book for Brianna, this being a periodical featuring drawings of fashionable London costumes, and articles of interest to women of such tastes.
”How to clean gold lace,” Brianna read, arching one eyebrow as she opened one of these at random. “That’s something everybody should know how to do, for sure.”
“Look in the back,” I advised her. “That’s where they publish the articles about how to avoid catching gonorrhea and what to do about your husband’s piles.”
The other brow went up, making her look just like Jamie, presented with some highly questionable proposition.
“If my husband gave me gonorrhea, I think he could just worry about his own piles.”
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- QOTD for Monday, May 6, 2019 -- kgp, Mon, May 06 2019, 3:59:33
The following quotation is from The Fiery Cross by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2001. All Rights Reserved. Chapter 34 Charms
“He said to me, Johnnie did, that there was a charm that would close up the mouth of my womb, and keep a babe safe inside, until it should be born. But there was a thing he’d seen, lookin’ in the water, and he must tell me. If I bore a live babe, then my husband would die, he said. So he would give me the charm, and the prayer that went with it - and then it was my choice, and who could say fairer than that?”
Her stubby, work-worn finger traced the curve of Jemmy’s cheek. Engaged with his new toy, he paid no attention.
“I carried that charm in my pocket for a month - and then I put it away.”
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- QOTD for Sunday, May 5, 2019 -- kgp, Sun, May 05 2019, 4:19:31
The following quotation is from The Fiery Cross by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2001. All Rights Reserved. Chapter 35 Hogmanay
I had taken Jemmy up to put him to bed, and after depositing him limp and snoring in his cradle, came down in time to see Lizzie cast her peeling.
“‘C”!” chorused two of the Guthrie girls, almost knocking heads as they bent to look.
“No, no, it’s a ‘J’!”
Appealed to as the resident expert, Mrs Bug bent down, eyeing the strip of red peel with her head to one side, like a robin sizing up a likely worm.
“A ‘J’ it is, to be sure,” she ruled, straightening up, and the group burst out in giggles. Turning as one to stare at John Lowry, a young farmer from Woolam’s Mill, who peered over his shoulder at them in total bewilderment.
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- QOTD - Saturday - Beyond the possibility of disturbing the monks within the chapel, he said, “It’s a very simple idea. You recall the Bible, and the story of Gethsemane, where Our Lord waited out the hours before his trial and crucifixion, and his friends, who should have borne him company, all fell fast asleep?” “Oh,” I said, understanding all at once. “And he said ‘Can you not watch with me one hour?’ So that’s what you’re doing—watching with him for that hour—to make up for it.” I liked the idea, and the darkness of the chapel suddenly seemed inhabited and comforting. “Oui, madame,” he agreed. “Very simple. We take it in turns to watch, and the Blessed Sacrament on the altar here is never left alone.” -- Miss Michele, Sun, May 05 2019, 2:47:47
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- QOTD for Saturday, May 4, 2019 -- kgp, Sat, May 04 2019, 14:26:39
The following quotation is from The Fiery Cross by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2001. All Rights Reserved. Chapter 35 Hogmanay
“What did he say?” My hands were tight on his shoulders, and his face was turned away as my thumbs rose up under this hair to seek the ancient scar again.
”Sister’s son or no - I would that I had killed you, that day on the hill. For I knew from the beginning that it would be you or me.” He spoke calm and low-voiced, and the very emotionlessness of the words made the shudder pass again, this time from me to him.
It was quiet in the study. The sound of voices in the kitchen had died to a murmur, as though the ghosts of the past gathered there to drink and remember, laughing softly among themselves.
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- QOTD - Friday - Lallybroch was a peaceful place, it was also a busy one. Everyone in it seemed to stir into immediate life at cockcrow, and the farm then spun and whirred like a complicated bit of clockwork until after sunset, when one by one the cogs and wheels that made it run began to fall away, rolling off into the dark to seek supper and bed, only to reappear like magic in their proper places in the morning. -- Miss Michele, Fri, May 03 2019, 14:40:14
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- QOTD - Thursday - “I always wondered how it was you stayed a virgin so long. Are the girls in Lallybroch all plain, then?” “No,” he said, squinting up into the morning sun. “It was mostly my father was responsible for that. We’d stroll over the fields in the evenings, sometimes, he and I, and talk about things. And once I got old enough for such a thing to be a possibility, he told me that a man must be responsible for any seed he sows, for it’s his duty to take care of a woman and protect her. And if I wasna prepared to do that, then I’d no right to burden a woman with the consequences of my own actions.” -- Miss Michele, Fri, May 03 2019, 14:34:24
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- Thanks, Sandy! -- Judie, Fri, May 03 2019, 13:38:49
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For reminding me to change the wallpaper. hahahahahaha
Sorry - it just slipped my mind. An easy thing to do. :)
Judie
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- QOTD - Wednesday - Strangely enough, I was not at all frightened now, though I had been terrified watching the wolf stalk me. There was room in my mind for only one thought: I would kill this animal, or it would kill me. Therefore, I was going to kill it. There comes a turning point in intense physical struggle where one abandons oneself to a profligate usage of strength and bodily resource, ignoring the costs until the struggle is over. Women find this point in childbirth; men in battle. Past that certain point, you lose all fear of pain or injury. Life becomes very simple at that point; you will do what you are trying to do, or die in the attempt, and it does not really matter much which. -- Miss Michele, Wed, May 01 2019, 7:13:39
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- QOTD - Tuesday - 4/30 - The following quote is taken from Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 23. Copyright (c) 1991 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved. "Oh, no, you don’t,” I said, pulling back. “I can’t possibly; I’m too sore.” James Fraser was not a man to take no for an answer. “I’ll be verra gentle,” he wheedled, dragging me inexorably under the quilt. And he was gentle, as only big men can be, cradling me like a quail’s egg, paying me court with a humble patience that I recognized as reparation—and a gentle insistence that I knew was a continuation of the lesson so brutally begun the night before. Gentle he would be, denied he would not. -- Miss Michele, Tue, April 30 2019, 7:16:39
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- OOOHHH I LOVE this one!! Wednesday quotes any day of the week!! (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Tue, April 30 2019, 7:42:20
- This chilly, rainy day is suddenly getting warmer..... (NT) -- DianaH, Tue, April 30 2019, 8:01:19
- "Gentle he would be, denied he would not." This line has always vaguely unsettled me. (NT) -- SueP, Tue, April 30 2019, 16:19:14
- QOTD - Monday 4/29 - The following quote is taken from Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 23 . Copyright (c) 1991 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved. "Oh, aye, Sassenach,” he answered a bit ruefully. “I am your master … and you’re mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own.” He turned me on my side and curled his body around me. The room was cooling in the evening breeze from the window, and he reached to draw a quilt over us. You’re too quick by half, lad, I thought drowsily to myself. Frank never did find that out. I fell asleep with his arms locked hard around me and his breathing warm in my ear. -- Miss Michele, Mon, April 29 2019, 6:38:54
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- Oh, the sweet, sweet beginnings...... (NT) -- DianaH, Mon, April 29 2019, 7:02:43
- It was so easy to dismiss Frank in the beginning. As the story unfolds he becomes so much more, I can’t exactly say lovable, but a very, very good and honorable man. (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Tue, April 30 2019, 4:06:29
- Hi LOL. A FB member from the Frasers Ridge group is looking for Outlander groups in MA and New England? Can you add any links or group names to share with her? -- CarolSR, Sun, April 28 2019, 16:09:06
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- I don't know of any NE groups on line, but I'm in SE Massachusetts, so please tell her to feel free to reach out. Years ago (OK, like 15-20!!), there were several of us who got together at some of the Scottish festivals - myself, Lissakay, Rie, and another Hoser whose name escapes me. And a large group of us went to the book signing in Worcester, MA when the first Companion was published. Afterwards, 20+ of us went to dinner with Herself. It was VERY cool!! :) (NT) -- DianaH, Tue, April 30 2019, 7:59:58
- NE LOL group -- Wendy, Sat, May 04 2019, 22:59:57
- The following quote is taken from Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 23. Copyright (c) 1991 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved. "One ring for each hand, one silver, one gold. And the thin metal suddenly heavy as the bonds of matrimony, as though the rings were tiny shackles, fastening me spread-eagled to the bed, stretched forever between two poles, held in bondage like Prometheus on his lonely rock, divided love the vulture that tore at my heart." - Outlander, Chapter 23 Return to Leoch -- Miss Michele, Sun, April 28 2019, 7:39:15
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- QOTD for Saturday, April 27, 2019 -- CindyG, Fri, April 26 2019, 22:31:22
The following quotation is from “A Fugitive Green,” in Seven Stones to Stand or Fall by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2017 by Diana Gabaldon, all rights reserved. Chapter 15, “Burglary and Other Diversions.”
“Three seconds later he was alarmingly hot and terrifyingly immediate and—
‘Jesus Christ!’ he said, and froze, looking down at her, his eyes huge with shock.
It hurt shockingly and she froze as well, taking shallow breaths. She felt his weight shift, knew he was about to leave her, and gripped his bottom to stop him. It was tight and solid and warm, an anchor against pain and terror.
‘I said I’d prove it,’ she whispered, and pulled him in with all her strength, arching her back. She let out a stifled shriek as he came the rest of the way, and he grabbed her and held her, keeping her from moving.
They lay face-to-face, staring at each other and gulping air like a pair of stranded fish. His heart was hammering so hard that she could feel it under the hand she had on his back.
He swallowed.
‘You’ve proved it,’ he said at last. ‘Whatever it… What was it you wanted to prove again?’
Between the tightness of her stays and his weight, she hadn’t enough breath to laugh, but she managed a small smile.
‘That I didn’t want to hurt you.’”
I know this is more of a Wednesday quote, but I think it’s a pretty great way to end the week!
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- QOTD for Friday, April 26, 2019 -- CindyG, Thu, April 25 2019, 22:40:47
The following quotation is from “A Fugitive Green,” in Seven Stones to Stand or Fall by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2017 by Diana Gabaldon, all rights reserved. Chapter 15, “Burglary and Other Diversions.”
“‘I didn’t want you to be hurt. And you would be if you thought someone had read them.’
‘You what?’ he said, incredulous.
‘Shall I prove it?’ she whispered, and her hand floated up without her actually willing it, to touch his face. ‘Your Grace?’
‘What?’ he said blankly. ‘Prove it?’
She couldn’t think of anything at all to say so merely rose on her toes, hands on his shoulders, and kissed him. Softly. But she didn’t stop, and her body moved toward his—and his toward hers—with the slow certainty of plants turning toward sun.”
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- I love the image of plants turning toward the sun. They were both wary and tentative, but undeniably, helplessly drawn to each other. (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Fri, April 26 2019, 2:08:08
- So - - who had whom on the hearth rug?? Isn’t it time we got rid of the old trope - ‘he had her’? I’d say, ‘she had him’. What say you? (NT) -- Swarl, Fri, April 26 2019, 6:20:09
- Ah, Swarl, good point! But since Hal was telling John he'd "had her," Hal likely thought he was the one in control. Sure you were, man, sure you were..... ;-) (NT) -- DianaH, Fri, April 26 2019, 7:26:32
- QOTD for Thursday, April 25, 2019 -- CindyG, Wed, April 24 2019, 22:47:00
The following quotation is from “A Fugitive Green,” in Seven Stones to Stand or Fall by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2017 by Diana Gabaldon, all rights reserved. Chapter 15, “Burglary and Other Diversions.”
“Her eyes popped open and met his, a winter blue, like ice. He was so angry that she could feel it vibrating through him like a struck tuning fork.
‘What were you doing with my letters?’
‘I—.’ Invention completely failed her, and she spoke the truth, hopelessly. ‘Putting them back.’
He blinked. Looked at the open drawer, with the key still in the lock.
‘You… er… you saw me,’ she said, and found enough saliva to swallow. ‘Saw me close the drawer, I mean. Er… didn’t you?’”
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- QOTD for Wednesday, April 24, 2019 -- CindyG, Tue, April 23 2019, 20:50:26
The following quotation is from “A Fugitive Green,” in Seven Stones to Stand or Fall by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2017 by Diana Gabaldon, all rights reserved. Chapter 15, “Burglary and Other Diversions.”
“‘If I were to search you, madam—what would I find, I wonder?’
‘An unclean handkerchief and a little bottle of scent,’ she said truthfully. Then added boldly, ‘If you want to search me, go ahead.’
His nostrils flared a bit, and he pulled her aside.
‘Stand there,’ he said shortly, then let go of her and yanked the picklocks from the drawer. He dipped a finger into the small pocket on his waistcoat and came out with a key, with which he unlocked the drawer and pulled it out.”
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- QOTD for Tuesday, April 23, 2019 -- CindyG, Mon, April 22 2019, 21:00:27
The following quotation is from “A Fugitive Green,” in Seven Stones to Stand or Fall by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2017 by Diana Gabaldon, all rights reserved. Chapter 15, “Burglary and Other Diversions.”
“He took her carefully by the elbow and moved her to one side, then stood staring at the closed drawer and the picklocks sticking out of it, brassily accusing.
‘What the devil have you been doing?’ he said, and turned his head sharply to look at her. She barely heard him for the pounding of the blood in her ears.
‘I—I—robbing you, Your Grace,’ she blurted. Finding that she could speak after all was a relief, and she gulped air. ‘So much must be obvious, surely?’
‘Obvious,’ he repeated, with a faint tone of incredulity. ‘What on earth is there to steal in a library?’
This from a man whose shelves included at least half a dozen books worth a thousand pounds each; she could see them from here. Still, he had a point.”
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- QOTD for Monday, April 22, 2019 -- CindyG, Sun, April 21 2019, 21:11:01
The following quotation is from “A Fugitive Green,” in Seven Stones to Stand or Fall by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2017 by Diana Gabaldon, all rights reserved. Chapter 15, “Burglary and Other Diversions.”
“But then… a sudden decisive metal choonk and it was done. Her hands were shaking so badly that she could barely get the three parcels out of her pockets, but get them she did. She yanked out the drawer and flung them in, then slammed the drawer with an exclamation of triumph.
‘What the devil are you doing?’ said a curious voice behind her. She shrieked and whirled round to find the Duke of Pardloe standing in the doorway and, behind him, Harry Quarry and another soldier.”
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- Quoters needed - we've run out! -- Judie, Sun, April 21 2019, 14:09:23
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Still a problem in the admin area so I cannot log in. If you try to deal with your account you'll get some kind of message about it's unsafe - don't go in there. Wait until Brandon fixes it. I've let him know.
In the meantime, we need quoters for May. The list for May is correct - I need folks for the last 3 weeks. Then June. :)
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- Personal accounts do not seem to be working -- Judie, Sun, April 21 2019, 15:14:09
- I can do the second week of June. (NT) -- Kgp, Sun, April 21 2019, 17:23:09
- Put me down for May 26 & June 23 (NT) -- CindyG, Sun, April 21 2019, 21:13:40
- Awesome - thank you Cindy and Karen. Any other takers? (NT) -- Judie, Mon, April 22 2019, 15:05:13
- QOTD for Sunday, April 21, 2019 -- CindyG, Sat, April 20 2019, 20:17:58
The following quotation is from The Scottish Prisoner by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2011. All Rights Reserved. Chapter 2, “Erse.”
“‘Tell me,’ he begged, ‘that her father did not employ Minnie as a spy.’
‘He did, the scrofulous old bugger,’ Hal replied briefly. ‘I caught her in my study one night during a party, magicking the locked drawer of my desk. That’s how I met her.’
Grey didn’t bother asking what had been in the drawer. He smiled himself and picked up the decanter of sherry from the tea tray, unstoppering it.
‘I gather you did not immediately have her arrested and taken before a magistrate?’
Hal took a sherry glass and held it out.
‘No. I had her on the hearth rug.’
The decanter slipped from Grey’s fingers, and he caught it again by pure luck, splashing only a little.
‘Did you, indeed?’ he managed.
‘Give me that, butterfingers.’ Hal took the decanter from him, and poured carefully, eyes fixed on the rising amber liquid. ‘And, yes, I did.’
Grey wondered, reeling, whether Minnie had been a virgin and decided instantly not to ask.”
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- QOTD for Saturday, April 20, 2019 -- kgp, Fri, April 19 2019, 16:36:05
The following quotation is from The Scottish Prisoner by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2011. All Rights Reserved. Chapter 8 Debts of Honor
Pardloe drew breath through his nose and laid both hands flat on the desk.
“You will accompany Lieutenant-Colonel Grey to Ireland and there render him every assistance in locating Major Siverly and compelling his return to England, as well as obtaining evidence to aid his prosecution.”
Jamie sat like a stone. He could hear the rasp of his own breath.
“Or your parole will be revoked. You will be taken to the Tower - today - and there committed to imprisonment at His Majesty’s pleasure.” The duke paused. “Do you require a moment in which to consider the situation?” he asked politely.
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- Thanks for reminding us about this book... (NT) -- MacPudel, Fri, April 19 2019, 20:20:03
- One of my favorite Lord John books. Although I always have trouble following the intrigue, I love reading about the Greys and Jamie and how their stories come together. (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Sat, April 20 2019, 2:58:38
- This is one of my favorite books, I had her sign my hc. I love Jamie and John as a team. (NT) -- kgp, Sat, April 20 2019, 3:49:06
- Ditto to all the above. And then the tables are turned completely and Jamie saves Pardloe’s life from his sister!!! Gotta love it. (NT) -- Swarl - thanks for the great week!!!, Sat, April 20 2019, 6:35:35
- QOTD for Friday, April 19, 2019 -- kgp, Fri, April 19 2019, 5:02:05
The following quotation is from The Scottish Prisoner by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2011. All Rights Reserved. Chapter 8 Debts of Honor
“My brother is going to Ireland on this mission, but he will require help. He - “
“Did he bloody tell you to fetch me here?” Jamie’s fists had doubled. “Does he think that I - “
“I don’t know what he thinks, and, no, he has no idea that I’ve brought you here,” Pardloe said. “I doubt he’ll be pleased,” he added, thoughtfully, “ but as I said - whatever disagreements you and he may have do not concern me.” He laid the pipe aside and folded his hands, looking at Jamie straight on.
“I dislike doing this,” he said. “And I regret the necessity.”
Jamie stared at Pardloe, feeling his chest tighten. “I’ve been fucked up the arse by an Englishman before,” he said flatly. “Spare me the kiss, aye?”
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- Wow. I dont remember reading the f'd in the ass comment before. Memories of the BJR torture remain. (NT) -- CarolSR, Fri, April 19 2019, 9:18:18
- He was, both literally & figuratively, and has absolutely no wish to travel that path again! (NT) -- DianaH, Fri, April 19 2019, 11:11:13
- That particular phrase is used around here when someone feels they’re getting screwed over in some way. “At least kiss me before you f#*k me!” Glad Jamie has the ballocks to speak up to Pardloe. (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Sat, April 20 2019, 3:02:22
- QOTD for Thursday, April 18, 2019 -- kgp, Wed, April 17 2019, 18:47:05
The following quotation is from The Scottish Prisoner by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2011. All Rights Reserved. Chapter 8 Debts of Honor
Siverly might be a proper villain, but this wasn’t personal villainy.
This was the Crown’s way. The way of dealing with resistant natives. Theft, rape, murder . . . and fire.
Cumberland had done it, “Cleansing” the Highlands after Culloden. And James Wolfe had done it, too - to deprive the Citadel at Quebec of support from the countryside. Taken livestock, killed the men, burned the houses . . . and left the women and children to starve and freeze.
God, that she might be safe! he thought in sudden agony, closing his eyes for an instant. And the child with her.
He glanced up from the paper. The duke was still coughing but had now dug a pipe out of the midden and was packing it with tobacco. Lord Melton had commended troops at Culloden. The troops - and the man who sat before him - had very likely remained to take part in the cleansing of the Highlands.
No lingering sense of injury,” he’d said. Jamie muttered something very rude under his breath in the Gàidhlig and went on reading, though he found his attention still distracted.
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- QOTD for Wednesday, April 17, 2019 -- kgp, Tue, April 16 2019, 16:20:26
The following quotation is from The Scottish Prisoner by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2011. All Rights Reserved. Chapter 3 An Irishman, A Gentleman
“Quinn, I’m a prisoner of war. I’ve given my parole. Surely to goodness Betty told ye as much?”
“Sure and I didn’t think ye were here for your health,” Quinn said, with a glance round at the bleak fells and the desolate ruins of the shepherd’s hut. “But that’s of no moment.”
“It’s not?”
Quinn waved this aside as a mere quibble.
“No. It’s got to be someone Father Michael trusts and at the same time someone known to be at the right hand o’ the Stuarts, who can swear that the Cupán won’t be misused but put to its right and sacred purpose in restoring a Catholic monarch to the throne of Ireland. And a man who can raise and lead an army. People trust you, ye know,” he said earnestly, tilting his head up and examining Jamie’s face. “They listen when ye speak, and men will follow ye without question. It’s known of ye.”
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- QOTD for Tuesday, April 16, 2019 -- kgp, Tue, April 16 2019, 4:45:11
The following quotation is from The Scottish Prisoner by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2011. All Rights Reserved. Chapter 8 Debts of Honor
“Siverly?” he replied, startled. “Who, Gerald Siverly?” The could have bitten his tongue, as he saw the duke’s face change yet again.
“You do know him,” Pardloe said. He spoke quietly, as a hunter might do to a companion, sighting game.
There was little point in denying it. Jamie lifted one shoulder.
“I kent a man by that name once, aye. What of it?”
The duke leaned back, eyeing Jamie. “What, indeed. Will you tell me the circumstances in which you knew a Gerald Siverly?”
Jamie considered whether to answer or not. But he owed Siverly nothing, and it was perhaps over-early to be obstructive, given that he had no idea why Pardloe had brought him here. He might need to be offensive later, but no point in it now. And the duke had fed him.
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- QOTD for Monday, April 15, 2019 -- kgp, Mon, April 15 2019, 5:40:09
The following quotation is from The Scottish Prisoner by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2011. All Rights Reserved. Chapter 8 Debts of Honor
The duke likewise put down his cup, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and said without preamble, “Do you consider yourself in my debt, Mr. Fraser?”
“No,” he said, without hesitation. “I didna ask ye to save my life.”
“No, you didn’t,” Pardloe said dryly. “In fact, you demanded that I shoot you, if my recollection is correct.”
“It is.”
“Do you hold it against me that I didn’t?” It was asked seriously, and Jamie answered it the same way.
“I did. But I don’t now, no.”
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- QOTD for Sunday, April 14, 2019 -- CindyG, Sat, April 13 2019, 22:37:35
The following quotation is from The Scottish Prisoner by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2011. All Rights Reserved. Chapter 8 Debts of Honor.
“Jesus. They’re married, then, he thought, seeing the instant communication in the gesture and the duke’s grimace of acknowledgment. She’s his wife. The green-printed wallpaper behind the duke suddenly began to flicker, and the sides of his jaws went cold. With a remote sense of shock, he realized that he was about to faint. “
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- QOTD for Saturday, April 13, 2019 -- kgp, Fri, April 12 2019, 20:17:09
The following quotation is from The Scottish Prisoner by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2011. All Rights Reserved. Chapter 8 Debts of Honor
Pardloe rose from the desk and, with a twitch of the shoulder, summoned him to a pair of wing chairs near the hearth, motioning him into one. Jamie lowered himself gingerly onto the pink-striped satin damask, but the thing was sturdily built and bore his weight without creaking.
The duke turned toward the open door to the library and bellowed, “Pilcock! Where the devil are you?”
It wasn’t a footman or butler who appeared, though. The woman whose face he had glimpsed in the hall downstairs came in, skirts whispering. He had a much better look at her face now and thought his heart might stop.
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- QOTD for Friday, April 12, 2019 -- kgp, Fri, April 12 2019, 4:21:51
The following quotation is from The Scottish Prisoner by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2011. All Rights Reserved. Chapter 7 When A Man Is Tired Of London, He Is Tired Of Life
The door to the room was open, and they propelled him inside without ceremony. He was looking everywhere at once, gauging distances, estimating the possibilities of objects as weapons, and it was a long instant before his eyes met those of the man seated at the desk.
For a moment longer, his mind refused to grasp the reality, and he blinked. No, it wasn’t Cumberland. Not even the passage of years could have transformed a stout German prince into the slender, fine-featured man frowning at him across the polished wood.
“Mr. Fraser.” It wasn’t a question, nor was it quite a greeting, though the men inclined his head courteously.
Jamie was breathing as though he’d run a mile, hands shaking slightly as his body tried to burn away anger that now had no outlet.
“Who are you?” he asked rudely.
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- QOTD for Thursday, April 11, 2019 -- kgp, Thu, April 11 2019, 3:55:43
The following quotation is from The Scottish Prisoner by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2011. All Rights Reserved. Chapter 7 When A Man Is Tired Of London, He Is Tired Of Life
His Grace? A duke? What the devil might a duke want with him? The only duke he knew of was . . . God . . . Cumberland? His heart had already been in his throat; now his wame tried to follow it. He’d seen the Duke of Cumberland only once. When he’d left the battlefield at Culloden, wounded, hidden under a load of hay in a wagon. The wagon had passed through the edge of the government lines, just at evening, and he’d seen the big tent, a squat, vigorous figure outside it irritably waving away clouds of smoke with a gold-laced hat. The smoke of burning bodies - the smoke of the Jacobite dead.
He felt the soldiers jerk and glance at him, startled. He froze, fists at his side, but the chill and the fear were gone, burned away by the sense of rage that rose abruptly, drawing him upright with it.
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- Any quoter for next week? -- Judie, Tue, April 09 2019, 22:57:52
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- QOTD for Wednesday, April 10, 2019 -- kgp, Tue, April 09 2019, 19:07:27
The following quotation is from The Scottish Prisoner by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2011. All Rights Reserved. Chapter 7 When A Man Is Tired Of London, He Is Tired Of Life
There it was. He gasped, couldn’t help it, though it made all the soldiers look at him, conversation interrupted.
It had to be. He knew the look of a prison well enough. Huge round towers set in a grim high wall, and the filthy brown water of a broad river flowing past, flowing under and iron-barred gate. The Traitor’s Gate? He’d heard of it.
All of them were grinning at him, maliciously enjoying his shock. He swallowed hard and tensed his belly muscles. They wouldn’t see him cower. His pride was all he had left - but he had enough of that.
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- I remember reading this and thinking, "Oh God, I know he survives, but what are they going to do to him next?" Still, knowing the Grays were involved, and that they were honorable men, was a relief, and, of course, made me read faster. (NT) -- DianaH, Wed, April 10 2019, 6:57:19
- QOTD for Tuesday, April 9, 2019 -- kgp, Tue, April 09 2019, 5:24:37
The following quotation is from The Scottish Prisoner by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2011. All Rights Reserved. Chapter 7 When A Man Is Tired Of London, He Is Tired Of Life
As the campaign had turned, withering in the cold, when the army camped at Derby, shivering while the commanders argued whether to push on or not, the soldiers had still talked of London. But they talked in whispers then, and not of gold plates and Holland gin. They talked of the gallows, of the famous Bridge, where the heads of traitors were displayed. Of the Tower.
That thought sent a qualm through him. Christ, could they be taking him there? He was a convicted traitor, though paroled these past four years. And he was the grandson of Lord Lovat, who had met his death on the block at that same Tower. He hadn’t been fond of his grandfather, but crossed himself and murmured ”Fois air Anam . . . “ under his breath. Peace on his soul.
He wondered what the devil the Tower of London looked like.
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- QOTD for Monday, April 8, 2019 -- kgp, Sun, April 07 2019, 18:18:13
The following quotation is from The Scottish Prisoner by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2011. All Rights Reserved. Chapter 6 Summoning
They moved purposefully toward him, one taking him by each arm. He couldn’t avoid it but felt the urge to jerk himself free. They led him into the hall and out the front door; he could see the butler smirking from his pantry and two of the maids hanging wide-eyed and openmouthed out of the upper windows as the men emerged onto the drive, where a coach stood waiting.
“Where are ye taking me?” he asked, with what calmness he could.
The men glanced at each other; one shrugged.
“You’re going to London,” he said.
“To visit the Queen,” the other said, and sniggered.
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- QOTD for Sunday, April 7, 2019 -- kgp, Sat, April 06 2019, 16:19:46
The following quotation is from The Scottish Prisoner by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2011. All Rights Reserved. Chapter 6 Summoning
There were three men in Lord Dunsany’s study. Soldiers, in uniform. A Lieutenant and two private soldiers, he thought, though it had been a long time since he’d troubled with the distinctions of English uniform.
“The is MacKenzie,” Lord Dunsany said, with a small nod at him. “Or rather . . . Fraser.”
The officer looked him up and down, assessing, but his face gave nothing away. A middle-aged man, with a sour look. He didn’t offer his name.
“You’re to go with these men, Fraser,” Dunsany said. His face was old, his expression remote. “Do as they tell you.”
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- Quote of the Day for Saturday, April 6, 2019 -- CarolSR, Fri, April 05 2019, 16:32:54
The following quote is taken from An Echo In The Bone by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 84 – The Right Of It Copyright (c) 2009 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.
"He wanted to change the subject, give her time and space to think. But it was difficult to find anything to say that didn’t have to do with Ian being dead. Or with death in general. All loss is one, and one loss becomes all, a single death the key to the gate that bars memory."
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- All loss is one, and one loss becomes all, a single death the key to the gate that bars memory. This line is so profound. I keep thinking about it, interpreting it. Diana is a master wordsmith. (NT) -- CarolSR, Fri, April 05 2019, 16:34:39
- I'm in tears from reading this week's quotes and the replies. It's hitting really close to home as my dad only died four months ago. There's such a deep understanding in Herself's words of grief, loss, and struggling to get through both. (NT) -- SueW, Fri, April 05 2019, 20:21:58
- Quote of the Day for Friday, April 5, 2019 -- CarolSR, Thu, April 04 2019, 19:54:27
The following quote is taken from An Echo In The Bone by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 84 – The Right Of It Copyright (c) 2009 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.
"Just now the place inside him where he was accustomed to find Ian was empty, hollow and echoing as a bodhran. Would he come back? Jamie wondered. Or had Ian only moved a bit, to a different part of his heart, a place he hadn’t yet looked? He hoped—but he wouldn’t go looking just yet awhile and kent it was for fear of finding nothing."
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- Quote of the Day for Thursday, April 4, 2019 -- CarolSR, Wed, April 03 2019, 15:31:41
The following quote is taken from An Echo In The Bone by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 84 – The Right Of It Copyright (c) 2009 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.
“And ye’d leave Ian?” he asked.
She made a small noise in her throat. Her hand lay against her breast still, and at this she pressed it flat, fierce against her heart. “Ian’s with me,” she said, and her back straightened in defiance of the fresh-dug grave. “He’ll never leave me, nor I him.” She turned her head and looked at him then; her eyes were red, but dry. “He’ll never leave ye, either, Jamie,” she said. “Ye ken that, as well as I do.”Tears welled in his own eyes then, unexpectedly and he turned his head away. “
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- Jenny speaks as a person who knows their loved one isn't in the shell of a body that is left here on earth when a person dies. We see DGs strong religious beliefs in these words, I feel. (NT) -- Marcie, Thu, April 04 2019, 20:03:10
- Both Marcie & Kathy's comments from the last couple of days are spot-on with mine. The people who die are always with us in heart, in thought, in memory. But our lives without them change, and adapting to that new normal is difficult and painful. Jenny would no longer be the "lady of the house" and she knows that it is time to step aside and make a new start. She is too strong to simply wither away from grief, and has an opportunity to see new places, as well as spend time with Young Ian & Rachel, Fergus & Marsali, and their families (or family to be.) (NT) -- DianaH, Fri, April 05 2019, 9:32:38
- Quote of the Day for Wednesday, April 3, 2019 -- CarolSR, Tue, April 02 2019, 16:15:36
The following quote is taken from An Echo In The Bone by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 84 – The Right Of It Copyright (c) 2009 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.
“I want to leave,” she said calmly.
“I dinna blame ye,” he said with a glance at the house. The arbor was covered with new leaves, the green of them fresh and soft from the rain, but someone would find them soon. “Shall we walk down by the loch for a bit?”
“No, I mean I want to leave here. Lallybroch. For good.”
That took him aback more than a bit.
“Ye dinna mean that, I think,” he said at last, cautious. “It’s been a shock, after all. Ye shouldna—”
She shook her head and put a hand to her breast.
“Something’s broken in me, Jamie,” she said softly. “Whatever it was that bound me…it binds me nay more.”
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- Quote of the Day for Tuesday, April 2, 2019. -- CarolSR, Mon, April 01 2019, 15:50:30
The following quote is taken from An Echo In The Bone by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 84 – The Right Of It Copyright (c) 2009 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.
"So surely they had found time, she and Ian, to say what had to be said between them, in the months since they knew.
What would he say to Claire in such circumstances? He wondered suddenly. Probably what he had said to her, in parting. “I love you. I’ll see you again.” He didn’t see any way of improving on the sentiment, after all.”
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- My Mom died 8 years ago today. Feels like only yesterday. My heart will always have a piece missing. As Jamie said, "I love you, Mom and I'll see you again one day." (NT) -- CarolSR, Mon, April 01 2019, 15:54:15
- My mom died 4 years ago next week. I was her caregiver the last 3 years of her life & she lived with my sister & me the last year before she passed. I really treasure all that time we spent together! (NT) -- CindyG, Mon, April 01 2019, 20:29:08
- I'm sorry to you both...... my Mom was diagnosed with lymphoma and pancreatic cancer almost simultaneously in January. She's fighting it and kind of denying it and we're supporting that. She's had to go into nursing care because she is too weak to be alone, but thank goodness not in much pain. These quotes are heart rending. (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Wed, April 03 2019, 10:14:17
- Watching my Mom and Dad in my Dad's last hours of life, I ask my Mom did she want to sit closer to Daddy, where I was sitting. She said she had told him everything she wanted to tell him that morning. I had a feeling that she wanted to remember him and their love for each other as they had been that morning. I guess Jamie has it correct. " I love you and I will see you again. " (NT) -- Marcie, Thu, April 04 2019, 19:59:27
- Quote of the Day for Monday, April 1, 2019 (Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit) -- CarolSR, Sun, March 31 2019, 15:13:49
The following quote is taken from An Echo In The Bone by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 84 – The Right Of It Copyright (c) 2009 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.
But near the end, in the dark, Ian raised his right hand and whispered, “Jamie.” He hadn’t opened his eyes to look, but all of them knew which Jamie it was that he wanted, and Young Jamie had made way, stumbling, so that his uncle could come and grasp that seeking hand.
Ian’s bony fingers had closed round his with surprising strength. Ian had murmured something, too low to hear, and then let go – not in the involuntary relaxation of death; simply let go, that business done, and let his hand fall back, open, to his children.
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- Quote of the Day for Sunday, March 31, 2019 -- CarolSR, Sat, March 30 2019, 15:43:52
The following quote is taken from An Echo In The Bone by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 84 – The Right Of It Copyright (c) 2009 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.
Ian died just after dawn. The night had been hellish; a dozen times, Ian had come close to drowning in his own blood, choking, eyes bulging, then rising up in convulsion, spewing up bits of his lungs. The bed looked like some slaughter had taken place, and the room reeked of the sweat of a desperate, futile struggle, the smell of Death’s presence.
In the end, though, he had lain quiet, thin chest barely moving, the sound of his breathing a faint rattle like the scratch of the rose briers at the window.
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- QOTD for Saturday, March 30, 2019 -- CindyG, Fri, March 29 2019, 22:08:32
The following quotation is from Written In My Own Heart’s Blood by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2014 by Diana Gabaldon, all rights reserved. Chapter 55, “Vestal Virgins.”
“‘… and if he says, “Oh, God, oh, God,” at some point,’ I advised, ‘take note of what you were just doing, so you can do it again next time.’
Rachel laughed, but Dottie frowned a little, looking slightly cross-eyed.
‘Do you—does thee—think Denny would take the Lord’s name in vain, even under those circumstances?’
‘I’ve heard him do it on much less provocation than that,’ Rachel assured her, stifling a burp with the back of her hand. ‘He tries to be perfect in thy company, thee knows, for fear thee will change thy mind.’
‘He does?’ Dottie looked surprised but rather pleased. ‘Oh. I wouldn’t, thee knows. Ought I to tell him?’
‘Not until he says, ‘Oh, God, oh, God,’ for thee,’ Rachel said, succumbing to a giggle.”
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- QOTD for Friday, March 29, 2019 -- CindyG, Thu, March 28 2019, 22:10:32
The following quotation is from Written In My Own Heart’s Blood by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2014 by Diana Gabaldon, all rights reserved. Chapter 55, “Vestal Virgins.”
“‘Mrs.—I mean, Friend Claire was just telling me some very interesting things. Regarding … er … what to expect on one’s wedding night.’
Rachel looked up with interest.
‘I should welcome any such instruction myself. I know where the … um … parts go, because I’ve seen them go there fairly frequently, but—‘
‘You have?!?’ Dottie gawked at her, and Rachel laughed.
‘I have. But Ian assures me that he has more skill than the average bull or billy goat, and my observations are limited to the animal world, I’m afraid.’ A small line showed between her brows. ‘The woman who cared for me after the death of my parents was … very dutiful in informing me of my womanly obligations, but her instructions consisted largely of “Spread thy legs, grit thy teeth, girl, and let him.”’
I sat down on the packing case and stretched to ease my back, suppressing a groan. God knew how long it might take Ian to find Jamie among the teeming hordes. And I did hope that Denny hadn’t been knocked on the head or trampled by a mule.
‘Pour me another cup of beer, will you? And have some more yourselves. I suspect we may need it.’”
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- I absolutely loved Claire’s talk with the girls. Too bad every young girl couldn’t have those instructions. (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Fri, March 29 2019, 5:00:53
- I imagine other matrons of the time would have been shocked by Claire's bluntness. I love that Dottie and Rachel trust her enough to ask, since they can't ask their own mothers. (NT) -- kgp, Fri, March 29 2019, 6:16:18
- "more skill than the average bull or billy goat".......That Ian is pretty proud of himself right. LOL (NT) -- Marcie, Thu, April 04 2019, 19:55:27
- QOTD for Thursday, March 28, 2019 -- CindyG, Wed, March 27 2019, 22:39:32
The following quotation is from Written In My Own Heart’s Blood by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2014 by Diana Gabaldon, all rights reserved. Chapter 21, “Bloody Men.”
“’They couldna be marrit in kirk, for the banns couldna be called, and they’d be discovered the moment they came out of hiding to speak to a priest. So they stayed hidden until Ellen—that would be my grannie, aye?—was big wi’ child, and then came out. Her brothers couldna object to the marriage at that point, and so they were wed.’ He shrugged. ‘So I was only wondering: would Friends think a coming child a dire circumstance?’
Rachel stared at him.
‘If thee thinks that I will lie with thee without marriage, Ian Murray,’ she said, in measured tones, ‘thee has no notion just how dire thy own circumstances might become.’”
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- QOTD for Wednesday, March 27, 2019 -- CindyG, Tue, March 26 2019, 22:30:33
The following quotation is from Written In My Own Heart’s Blood by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2014 by Diana Gabaldon, all rights reserved. Chapter 21, “Bloody Men.”
“Neither water nor sun would make any difference, and he would look just the same wet or dry—while she would look like a drowned rat all day, and an immodest drowned rat at that, shift and dress half transparent with water and sticking to her.
The casual thought coincided with Ian’s buckling of his belt, and the movement drew her eye to the flap of his linen breechclout—or, rather, to where it had been before he raised it to pull it over his belt.
She drew in her breath audibly and he looked up at her, surprised.
‘Eh?’
‘Never mind,’ she said, her face going hot despite the cool water. But he looked down, following the direction of her gaze, and then looked back, right into her eyes, and she had a strong impulse to jump straight into the water, damage to her wardrobe notwithstanding.
‘Are ye bothered?’ he said, eyebrows raised, as he plucked at the wet cloth of his breechclout, then dropped the flap.
‘No,’ she said with dignity. ‘I’ve seen one before, thee knows. Many of them. Just not …’ Not one with which I am soon to be intimately acquainted. ‘Just not … yours.’”
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- QOTD for Tuesday, March 26, 2019 -- CindyG, Mon, March 25 2019, 22:11:49
The following quotation is from Written In My Own Heart’s Blood by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2014 by Diana Gabaldon, all rights reserved. Chapter 16, “Room for Secrets.”
“‘Thee did say been married. Thee isn’t now, I suppose?’
He shook his head, feeling a little easier—and very grateful to her. Not every young woman would have taken it so calmly.
‘No. I wouldna have spoken to ye—asked ye to marry me, I mean—otherwise.’
She pursed her lips a little and her eyes narrowed.
‘In point of fact,’ she said thoughtfully, ‘thee never has asked me to marry thee.’
‘I didn’t?’ he said, staggered. ‘Are ye sure?’
‘I would have noticed,’ she assured him gravely. ‘No, thee didn’t. Though I recall a few very moving declarations, there was no suggestion of marriage among them.’
‘But—well.’ Heat had risen in his cheeks. ‘I—but you … ye said …’. Maybe she was right. She had said … or had she? ‘Did ye not say ye loved me?’
Her mouth turned up just a little, but he could see her laughing at him at the back of her eyes.
‘Not in so many words. But I did give thee to understand that, yes. Or at least I meant to.’”
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- I love this exchange. Besotted,he was assuming he had said it all. Not so much, says Rachel. Love it. (NT) -- Swarl, Tue, March 26 2019, 7:50:47
- My DH never directly ask me either. Hahaha. After two weeks of going to see new apartments and wanting my opinion on each one, I finally just ask HIM, "so will _I_ be living in this apt too? Are you asking me to marry you?" He turned all red and said "well, I thought you knew that." I teased him for years about being a coward and not outright asking me. Fun memories. And makes me wonder if DG didn't have the same experience. (NT) -- Marcie, Thu, April 04 2019, 20:27:37
- QOTD for Monday, March 25, 2019 -- CindyG, Sun, March 24 2019, 21:51:58
The following quotation is from Written In My Own Heart’s Blood by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2014 by Diana Gabaldon, all rights reserved. Chapter 5, “The Passions of Young Men.”
“‘Tell me about her,’ Jenny said, leaning forward intently. ‘Is she a good lass? And d’ye think she loves Young Ian? From what Ian told me, the lad’s desperate in love with her but hadn’t spoken to her yet, not knowing how she’d take it—he wasna sure she could deal with him being … what he is.’ Her quick gesture encompassed Young Ian’s history and character, from Highland lad to Mohawk warrior. ‘God kens weel he’ll never make a decent Quaker, and I expect Young Ian kens that, too.’
I laughed at the thought, though in fact the issue might be serious; I didn’t know what a Quaker meeting might think of such a match, but I rather thought they might view the prospect with alarm. I knew nothing about Quaker marriage, though.
‘She’s a very good girl,’ I assured Jenny. ‘Extremely sensible, very capable—and plainly in love with Ian, though I don’t think she’s told him so, either.’”
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- I loved this conversation between Jenny & Claire. A mother wanting to know about her son's girl, and fully acknowledging "what he is." (NT) -- DianaH, Mon, March 25 2019, 7:03:48
- It was nice to have them get along for a bit. I have a difficult time with Jenny. (NT) -- kgp, Mon, March 25 2019, 9:17:13
- I'm always amazed that Claire can get along with Jenny. It shows that Claire keeps reaching out to Jenny and doesn't hold a grudge. I'm afraid if it was me, I'd have a personal boundary set up so that I couldn't be hurt by her again. Of course, Claire will keep trying for Jamie's sake and I get that. (NT) -- Marcie, Thu, April 04 2019, 20:31:55
- QOTD for Sunday, March 24, 2019 -- CindyG, Sat, March 23 2019, 21:14:30
The following quotation is from Written In My Own Heart’s Blood by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2014 by Diana Gabaldon, all rights reserved. Chapter 1, A Hundredweight of Stones.
“Who was left for him to ask, if he needed help in taking care of them all?
Thought of Rachel came to him, and the tightness in his chest eased a little. Aye, if he had Rachel … She was younger than him, nay more than nineteen, and, being a Quaker, had very strange notions of how things should be, but if he had her, he’d have solid rock under his feet. He hoped he would have her, but there were still things he must say to her, and the thought of that conversation made the tightness in his chest come back.”
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- QOTD for Saturday, March 23, 2019 -- kgp, Fri, March 22 2019, 20:02:29
The following quotation is from Written In My Own Heart’s Blood by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2014. All Rights Reserved. Chapter 94 The Sense Of The Meeting
“I do have reservations,” Denzell said, taking a deep breath. “Though not,” he added hastily, with a glance at Dottie, “regarding my desire to wed Dorothea or the honor of my intentions toward her. My reservations - and perhaps Friend Ian’s, though I must not speak for him - lie entirely the other way. That is, I - we, perhaps - feel that we must lay bare our failings and limitations as . . . as husbands - “ And for the first time, he, too, blushed. “That Dorothea and Rachel may . . . may come to a proper - er . . . “
“That the know what they may be getting into?” Mrs. Figg finished for him. “Well, that’s a fine sentiment, Dr. Hunter -”
“Friend,” he murmured.
”Friend Hunter,” she said, with a minimal roll of the eyes. “But I tell you two things. One. your young lady probably knows more about you than you do.” More laughter. “And two - speaking as a woman with some experience - I can tell you that nobody knows what being married’s going to be like until you find yourself in the midst of it.”
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- Mrs Figg knows the truth. Great set of quotes, kgp, thanks, (NT) -- Swarl, Sat, March 23 2019, 6:15:11
- Thanks for the great quotes! I love Denny and look forward to more of the Hunters in Bees. (NT) -- CindyG, Sat, March 23 2019, 10:16:50
- Thanks Karen for jumping in last minute (NT) -- Debbie, Sun, March 24 2019, 16:05:39
- Such wisdom from Mrs. Figg. (NT) -- DianaH, Mon, March 25 2019, 7:01:18
- QOTD for Friday, March 22, 2019 -- kgp, Fri, March 22 2019, 5:18:01
The following quotation is from Written In My Own Heart’s Blood by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2014. All Rights Reserved. Chapter 94 The Sense Of The Meeting
Rachel gave an unladylike snort. “Thee followed thy conscience, and if I hadn’t thought thee right, I would have said so.”
“It was my responsibility to take care of thee!”
“Thee has taken care of me!” Rachel said. “Do I look malnourished? Am I naked?”
A ripple of amusement ran through the congregation, but neither of the Hunters was noticing.
“I took thee from thy home and from the meeting that cared for thee and obliged thee to follow me into violence, into an army full of violent men.”
“That would be me, I expect,” Ian interrupted, clearing his throat.
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- QOTD for Thursday, March 21, 2019 -- kgp, Thu, March 21 2019, 4:31:04
The following quotation is from Written In My Own Heart’s Blood by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2014. All Rights Reserved. Chapter 23 In Which Mrs. Figg Takes A Hand
With the ginger air of one embracing a crocodile, Denzell Hunter crouched, took hold of the duke’s wrist, and peered closely into his eyes, these organs repaying his inspection by narrowing in the most threatening fashion manageable by a man dying of suffocation. Not for the first time, Jamie suffered a reluctant admiration for Pardloe’s strength of character - though he was likewise obliged to admit that Hunter’s nearly matched it.
His concentration on the tableau before him was broken by the sounds of an excited fist hammering the front door below. The door opened, and he heard his nephew Ian exclaim, “Mam!” in a hoarse voice, concurrent with his sister’s astonished “Ian!” Jamie stepped out of the room and, reaching the shattered banister in a few steps, saw his sister engulfed and all but obliterated by her tall son’s embrace.
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- Confession.... I haven't been commenting lately, because I haven't read MOBY yet. :O -- Piper-Mom, Wed, March 20 2019, 6:43:08
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- Why? I didn't start Echo for about six weeks because I just didn't have the time to do it proper justice. What's holding you back? (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Wed, March 20 2019, 8:44:51
- Hope this doesn't spoil it for you. I'm on my third read. (NT) -- kgp, Wed, March 20 2019, 15:20:24
- I read it in English first and am on my second reread in Spanish. I thought it was neat that the quotes here have been close to my current spot in the book. Anyone who hasn't read it, do- it's good! And you want to be ready for the next book, aye? (NT) -- SueW, Thu, March 21 2019, 10:45:58
- Vicki, I haven’t read it either. I’ve started 3-4 times. I did that w/Echo too. Most likely will finish before book 9 comes out. (NT) -- Lady Blair, Sat, March 23 2019, 20:05:02
- QOTD for Wednesday, March 20, 2019 -- kgp, Wed, March 20 2019, 6:17:54
The following quotation is from Written In My Own Heart’s Blood by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2014. All Rights Reserved. Chapter 23 In Which Mrs. Figg Takes A Hand
“Jenny, would ye put that pistol somewhere out of His Grace’s reach?”
Jenny promptly handed the freshly loaded pistol to Denzell, who took it by reflex, then regarded the thing in his hand in astonishment. “You need it more than I do,” she said, and looked grimly at the duke. “If ye shoot him, we’ll all swear it was self-defense.”
“We will not,” said Mrs Figg indignantly. “If you think I’m going to tell his lordship I let his brother be murdered in cold blood -”
“Friend Jamie,” Denny interrupted, holding out the pistol. “I should feel much happier was thee to release Dorothea’s father and take charge of this. I think that might increase the civility of our conversation.”
“It might,” Jamie said dubiously, but let go of Pardloe and took the pistol.
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- QOTD for Tuesday, March 20, 2019 -- kgp, Mon, March 18 2019, 17:36:06
The following quotation is from Written In My Own Heart’s Blood by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2014. All Rights Reserved. Chapter 23 In Which Mrs. Figg Takes A Hand
“You are the skulking fellow who has had the temerity to seduce my daughter, and you dare come here and offer the physic me? Get out of my sight, before I - “ At this point, it dawned on Pardloe that he was in his nightshirt and unarmed. Nothing daunted, he seized the decanter from the floor and swung it at Denzell’s head.
Denzell ducked, and Jamie got hold of Pardloe’s wrist before he could try again. Denny straightened up, fire glinting behind his spectacles.
“I take issue both with thy description of my behavior and they slur upon thy daughter’s reputation,” he said, sharply. “I can only conceive that the order of thy mind is deranged by illness or drugs, for surely the man who sired and reared such a person as Dorothea could not speak so meanly of her or have so little faith in her strength of character and her virtue as to think that anyone might seduce her.”
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- QOTD for Monday, March 18, 2019 -- kgp, Sun, March 17 2019, 16:55:02
The following quotation is from Written In My Own Heart’s Blood by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2014. All Rights Reserved. Chapter 74 The Sort Of Thing That Will Make A Man Sweat And Tremble
In fact, almost everyone in this time had a very matter-of-fact acceptance of mortality; death was a constant presence at everyone’s elbow, thought they regarded that presence in a variety of ways. “But they - those men - what they do is something different, I think. It’s more an acceptance of what they think God made them.”
“Really?” He seemed slightly startled by that, and his brows drew together in consideration. “What does thee mean by that? That they believe God has created them deliberately to - “
“To be responsible for other people, I think,” I said. “I couldn’t say whether it’s the notion of noblesse oblige - Jamie was a laird, you know, in Scotland - or just the idea that . . . that’s what a man does,” I ended, rather lamely. Because “that” was plainly not what Denzell Hunter thought a man should do. Though I did wonder a bit. Plainly the question troubled him a little.
As well it might, given his position. I could see that the prospect of battle excited him and that the fact that it did troubled him a great deal.
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- QOTD for Sunday, March 17, 2019 -- kgp, Sun, March 17 2019, 6:26:27
The following quotation is from Written In My Own Heart’s Blood by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2014. All Rights Reserved. Chapter 74 The Sort Of Thing That Will Make A Man Sweat And TRemble
“I am not afraid to die,” he said. “That isn’t my difficulty.”
“What is?” I asked, curious. “Are you afraid of being maimed and left helpless? I certainly would be.”
“No.” His throat moved as he swallowed. “It’s Dorothea and Rachel. I’m afraid I would lack the courage to see them die without trying to save them, even if that meant killing someone.”
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- Hi all! We are having a major home repair so I am not at home right now. our heat and hot water went out. Thank you Karen for pitch-hitting, I'll contact Judie to take another week once things settle -- LadyDuBois, Sun, March 17 2019, 5:23:35
Happy St. Patrick's Day!!!!
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- QOTD for Saturday March 16th, 2019 The following quote is taken from The Fiery Cross by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 96. Copyright 2001. All rights reserved -- Constance, Fri, March 15 2019, 21:08:36
"You needn't be delicate on my account." I said.
"I know," he said, grinning. "But my own sensibilities are no quite coarsened yet in spite of my long association with you, Sassenach. Ow!" He jerked away, rubbing his arm where I had pinched him. I lowered my brows and gave him a stare, though inwardly pleased to have lightened the mood for both of us.
"Less about your sensibilities, if you please," I said, tapping my foot "Besides, you haven't got any in the first place, or you'd never have married me.
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- Quoters needed! -- Judie, Fri, March 15 2019, 12:31:17
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Hi, gang,
Well, it seems fewer and fewer people are around these days.
We really need some quoters. Is there anyone willing to sign up? See the schedule at the bottom of the board - we basically need folks for weeks and weeks, Last 2 weeks in March and all of April.
Anyone?
Judie
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- I’ll take a week. In fact, put me down for later this month & again in April if you want. (NT) -- CindyG, Fri, March 15 2019, 12:37:43
- I can do a week in April, May, June, and July. I'll be away most of August. (NT) -- kgp, Fri, March 15 2019, 20:58:59
- How about these: March 24 - CindyG; March 31 - CarolR; April 7 - kgp; April 14 - NEED SOMEONE!!! - April 21 - CindyG. (NT) -- Judie, Mon, March 18 2019, 17:35:26
- See reply above! (NT) -- Judie, Mon, March 18 2019, 17:35:58
- QOTD for Friday March 15, 2019 The following quote is taken from Echo In The Bone by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 18, Copyright 2009. All rights reserved. -- Constance, Fri, March 15 2019, 8:24:17
"For a long time," he said at last, "when I was small, I pretended to myself that I was the bastard of some great man. All orphans do this, I think," he added dispassionately. "It makes life easier to bear, to pretend that it will not always be as it is, that someone will come and restore you to your rightful place in the world".
He shrugged.
"Then I grew older, and knew this was not true. No one would come and rescue me. But then", He turned his head and gave Jamie a smile of surpassing sweetness.
" Then I grew older still, and discovered that, after all, it was true. I am the son of a great man."
The hook touched Jamie's hand, hard and capable.
"I wish for nothing more."
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- This is both heartwarmingly and heartwrenchingly beautiful! (NT) -- lori v, Fri, March 15 2019, 8:59:16
- Dear Fergus - a wise man not to be tempted by Percy's tale. It would be difficult to pass up the possibility given what a difference being the Comte's heir would mean for his family. (NT) -- kgp, Fri, March 15 2019, 9:02:51
- Not until reading this quote just now did I realize that for William, it is nearly the opposite. He grew up thinking he was the legitimate son of a nobleman, and instead he finds himself the bastard of a Jacobite Scottish outlaw and traitor to the Crown. He doesn't know what his rightful place in the world will be. (NT) -- DianaH, Fri, March 15 2019, 12:11:11
- But I have always found this scene with Fergus incredibly touching. It is right up there with Jamie giving him his name at his and Marsali's wedding. (NT) -- DianaH, Fri, March 15 2019, 12:13:01
- QOTD for Thursday March 14, 2019. The following quote is taken from Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 25. Copyright 1991 . All rights reserved. -- Constance Jones, Wed, March 13 2019, 21:52:52
..."As to that, sir, I swore an oath before the altar of God to protect this woman. And if your tellin' me that ye consider your own authority to be greater than that of the Almighty, then I must inform ye that I'm no of that opinion myself."
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- Eloquence under duress - something I'll never achieve. Brian was maybe right and Jamie should have studied law. (NT) -- kgp, Thu, March 14 2019, 3:53:51
- And protect her he does, time and again. Of course, Claire does the same for him, even if it means stampeding cows or beating a bear with a fish!! (NT) -- DianaH, Thu, March 14 2019, 9:47:50
- Ahhh yes. (NT) -- LadyDuBois, Thu, March 14 2019, 16:01:44
- QOTD for Wednesday March 13, 2019. The following quote is taken from Drums of Autumn by Diana Gabaldon chapter 47. Copyright 1997. All rights reserved. -- Constance, Wed, March 13 2019, 7:42:24
"Jamie?"
"Aye?"
"Should I-- would you-- do you need me to say it?"
He turned around and looked down at me. With the light behind him, he was haloed in moonlight, but his features were once more dark.
"I dinna need it, no." His voice was soft. "But I wouldna mind if ye wanted to say it. Now and again. Not to often, mind; I wouldna want to lose the novelty of it." I could hear the smile in his voice, and couldn't help smiling in return, whether he could see it or not.
"Once in a while wouldn't hurt, though?"
"No."
I stepped close to him and put my hands on his shoulders.
"I love you."
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- QOTD for Tuesday March 12, 2019. The following quote is taken from Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 23, Copyright 1991. All rights reserved. -- Constance Jones, Mon, March 11 2019, 21:31:39
He opened his eyes then and sighed, the long mouth curling in a faint smile as his glance met mine. I raised my brows in silent question.
"Oh,aye, Sassenach," he answered a bit ruefully. "I am your master... and your mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own."
He turned me on my side and curled his body around me.The room was cooling in the evening breeze from the window, and he reached to draw a quilt over us.
You're too quick by half, lad, I thought drowsily to myself. Frank never found that out. I fell asleep with his arms locked hard around me and his breathing warm in my ear.
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- rejoined -- aagjesteijaert, Mon, March 11 2019, 7:58:51
I just rejoined LoL. last time is visited was when MOBY was released...
What's The Kirk and how come everything changed over here? I had to make a new account, took me about 40 attempts to login...
Please help me out here... I'm not getting any younger waiting for the new book, my computer/internet/forum skills are no longer up to date but I wanted to rejoin because I decided to reread everything just in case BEES will be out in 2019 (...). Is there some board for people who decided NOT to watch the tv-series???I tried one or two episodes but skipped the rest of it.
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- I chose not to watch the series....the characters are good, but not MY Jamie and Claire...my immagination is more real to me. It's hard not to see parts of it, but I opted out. (NT) -- Janet, Mon, March 11 2019, 10:21:55
- NOthing about the TV series gets posted here. So you are safe. Welcome back. More is always better, and if you feel inspired by the daily quotes, please sign up below for a week of quoting your fave bits, as you read through. What better thing to do with your re-read than share it with kindred spirits???? I aske you???? (NT) -- swarl, Mon, March 11 2019, 11:19:28
- Glad to have you back. It's not as active here as it used to be so the boards have been consolidated. But we're still up for a bit of fun. (NT) -- kgp, Mon, March 11 2019, 13:00:45
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- QOTD for Monday March 11, 2019. The following quote is taken from A Breath Of Snow And Ashes by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 20 " Dangerous Gifts" , Copyright 2005. All rights reserved. -- Constance Jones, Mon, March 11 2019, 5:00:44
"D'ye want to know what it is, really?" he asked, and I could see from the dark blue eyes that he meant it. I nodded mute.
"Above all creatures on this earth", he whispered , "you are faithful."
I thought of saying something about St. Bernard dogs, but there was such tenderness in his face that I said nothing, instead merely staring up at him, blinking against the green light that filtered through the needles overhead.
"Well", I said at last, with A deep sigh of my own, "So are you. Quite a good thing, really. Isn't it?"
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- They are both faithful, and not just in the marital sense, but to whom they are as individuals. Jamie, to Lallybroch, hhis people - be they family, the men of Ardsmuir, his soldiers, or the folks on the Ridge, to his responsibilities, no matter how heavily they weigh on him, and Claire, to family, her patients, her calling to medicine and the need to heal. They are both faithful and true. (NT) -- DianaH, Mon, March 11 2019, 8:12:09
- QOTD for Sunday March 10, 2019. The following quote is from The Fiery Cross by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 85 "Hearthfire", Copyright 2001 -- Constance Jones, Sun, March 10 2019, 6:31:27
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 top 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."
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- QOTD for Saturday, March 9, 2019 -- kgp, Fri, March 08 2019, 17:09:42
The following quotation is from Written In my Own Heart’s Blood by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2014. All Rights Reserved. Chapter 63: An Alternate Use For A Penis Syringe
“Right, then. Sit up – carefully! Yes, that’s it. Close your eye and hold this to catch the drips.” And, handing him a clean handkerchief, I unrolled a length of gauze bandage, thumbed a pad of clean lint carefully into the eye socket, and rolled the bandage round his head a few times, tucking in the ends. He strongly resembled a figure in and old painting titled The Sprit of ’76, but I didn’t mention it.
“All right,” I said, exhaling and feeling rather pleased with myself. “Fergus, why don’t you and Germain go and find some food? Something for his lordship, and something for the road tomorrow. I rather think this will be a long day.”
“This one’s been quite long enough already,” John said. He was swaying a little, and I pushed him back down with little resistance. He stretched his neck to ease it, then settled on the pillow with a sigh. “Thank you.”
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- QOTD for Friday, March 8, 2019 -- kgp, Fri, March 08 2019, 6:18:40
The following quotation is from Written In my Own Heart’s Blood by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2014. All Rights Reserved. Chapter 62: The Mule Dislikes You
”Grand-mère, Grand-mère!” Germain burst into the tent, and Rollo – who had slept through Percy Beauchamp’s visit without stirring a whisker – shot out from under the cot with an explosive WOOF! that nearly overturned the cot and John with it.
“Hush, dog,” I said, seeing him glaring wildly round, and took a restraining grip on his scruff. “And what the he- I mean the dev – I mean what’s the matter, Germain?”
“I saw him, Grannie! I saw him! The man who took Clarence! Come quick!” And without waiting for a response, he turned and raced out of the tent.
John began to sit up, and Rollo tensed under my hand.
“Sit!” I said to both of them. “And bloody stay!”
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- QOTD for Thursday, March 7, 2019 -- kgp, Wed, March 06 2019, 17:55:25
The following quotation is from Written In my Own Heart’s Blood by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2014. All Rights Reserved. Chapter 61: A Viscous Three-way
“You mustn’t hit him again, Grand-pére,” Germain said earnestly, breaking the silence. “He’s a very good man, and I’m sure he won’t take Grannie to bed anymore, now that you’re home to do it.”
Jamie gave Germain a quelling look, but his mouth twitched. From my position behind the cot, I could see the back of John’s neck flush a deep pink.
“I’m much obliged to his lordship for his care of your grannie,” Jamie told Germain. “But if ye think makin’ impertinent remarks regarding your elders is going to save your arse – think again.”
Germain shifted uneasily, but rolled his eyes at Lord John in a “worth a try” sort of way.
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- QOTD for Wednesday, March 6, 2019 -- kgp, Wed, March 06 2019, 5:07:35
The following quotation is from Written In my Own Heart’s Blood by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2014. All Rights Reserved. Chapter 61: A Viscous Three-way
“You’re not going anywhere,” I said, raising my voice slightly.
“How do you propose to stop me?” John was on his feet, staggering a little as he tried to focus his eyes. Before I could answer, Mr. Beauchamp had lunged forward and grabbed his arm, to keep him from falling. John jerked violently away from him, nearly falling again as he stumbled backward into the cot. He caught his balance and stood glowering at Beauchamp, his fists half clenched.
Beauchamp’s gaze was locked with his, and the air between them was . . . electric. Oh, I thought, glancing from one to the other, suddenly enlightened. Oh.
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- QOTD for Tuesday, March 5, 2019 -- kgp, Mon, March 04 2019, 17:50:13
The following quotation is from Written In my Own Heart’s Blood by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2014. All Rights Reserved. Chapter 61: A Viscous Three-way
“Bloody, bloody-minded, effing Scot,” I said, straightening up.
“Not his fault,” said John. “I provoked him.” He sounded excessively cheerful, and I turned a cold look on him.
“I’m not any more pleased with you,” I informed him. “You aren’t going to like this, and it will serve you right. How in heaven’s name did you – no, don’t tell me now. I’m busy.”
He folded his hands across his stomach, looking meek. Germain sniggered, but desisted when I gave him a glare of his own.
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- Qotd. I'm available to do Quotes nex week. March 10 Constance Jones Spicy2diva@aol.com -- Constance (Jones), Mon, March 04 2019, 14:39:32
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- QOTD for Monday, March 4, 2019 -- kgp, Sun, March 03 2019, 17:19:23
The following quotation is from Written In my Own Heart’s Blood by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2014. All Rights Reserved. Chapter 61: A Viscous Three-way
“Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ!” I exclaimed, and only sheer chance kept Jamie from hearing me, he being distracted by the sudden arrival of a messenger.
I took two hasty steps back, bent, and peered under the brim of the dusty slouch hat, The face beneath was set in fierce lines, with a darkly ominous glower – and was completely familiar to me.
“Bloody effing hell,” I whispered, seizing him by the sleeve. “What are you doing here?”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” he whispered back, not moving a muscle of face or body. “Do walk on, my dear.”
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- A very late QOTD for Sunday, March 3, 2019 -- kgp, Sun, March 03 2019, 13:28:47
The following quotation is from A Breath Of Snow And Ashes by Diana Gabaldon. Chapter 17. The Limits Of Power. Copyright 2005 All Rights Reserved.
“My Son-in-law astutely observes that a Man’s sense of Morality tends to decrease as his Power increases, and I suspect that the Brothers Brown possess relatively little of the Former to begin with. It may be mere Hubris on my part, to assume I have more. I have seen the corrosive Effects of Power upon a Man’s Soul – and I have felt its Burden, as you will understand, having borne it so often yourself. Still, if it is a choice between myself and Richard Brown, I suppose I must resort to the old Scottish Adage that the devil you ken is better than the devil you don’t.
I am likewise made uneasy at the Thought of the long Absences from home which my new Duties must require. And yet I cannot in Conscience allow the People under my Dominion to be subject to the Vagaries and possible Injuries of Brown’s Committee.”
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- Quoters needed - we've run out! -- Judie, Sun, March 03 2019, 11:31:02
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We need more folks to jump in and take a week of quotes. It's fun. Anyone available?
We have all of March starting with March 10th and all of April! Come on down! :)
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- Quote of the Day for Sunday, March 3, 2019 -- Judie, Sun, March 03 2019, 11:28:59
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The following quote is taken from A Breath of Snow and Ashes, Chapter 3, Keep your friends close, by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright © 2005 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.
Ian opened one eye a slit.
"Has anyone ever told you what a comical fellow ye are, Uncle Jamie?"
"No."
Ian closed the eye.
"That's as well, because ye’re not."
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- QOTD for Saturday 2nd March, 2019 -- SueP, Sat, March 02 2019, 13:18:10
The following quote is taken from Drums of Autumn by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 41, Journey’s End. Copyright (c) 1997. All rights reserved.
“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 had imagined – and his arms were as strong about her as she had ever dared to hope.”
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- Thanks SueP, Great week, and I love these last two days' quotes. both of them are so truly experienced. (NT) -- swarl, Sat, March 02 2019, 16:34:04
- This scene is a favorite. After all that Bree has been through, losing her mother to the Stones, the trip to Lallybroch and varied receptions there - Jenny's welcome, Laoghaire's disdain, reuniting with Roger, then Bonnet's rape, a voyage to America with Lizzie, all while wondering IF she would find her mother and the father she had never met. And at last, the warmth and protection of that man's heart and arms taking her in. (NT) -- DianaH, Mon, March 04 2019, 8:15:57
- Dear God, I do miss my dad. (NT) -- SueW (grieving), Thu, March 07 2019, 5:59:38
- QOTD for Friday 1st March, 2019. -- SueP, Fri, March 01 2019, 13:51:50
An Echo in the Bone,' by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 9, "A Knife that Knows my Hand." Copyright © 2009. All Rights Reserved.
“You remember that other line I told you? I asked him. “When we came back to Lallybroch from Edinburgh, after I . . .found Jamie again. 'Home is where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.'
Ian raised a brow, looked from me to Jamie, and shook his head.
“Nae wonder ye’re sae fond of her, Uncle. She must be a rare comfort to ye.”
“Well,” Jamie said, his eyes fixed on his work, “she keeps takin’ me in — so I suppose she must be home.”
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- QOTD for Thursday 28th February, 2009 -- SueP, Thu, February 28 2019, 13:27:55
The following quote is from An Echo in the Bone, by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 19, "Ae Fond Kiss" Copyright © 2009. All Rights Reserved.
“I have not stabbed you!”
“Ye did too,” he informed me. “Ye stabbed me in the backside wi’ your nasty wee needle spikes — fifteen times! I counted — and then a dozen times or more in the leg with a rattlesnake’s fang.”
“I was saving your bloody life!”
“I didna say otherwise did I? Ye’re no going to deny ye enjoyed it, though, are ye?”
“Well . . Not the rattlesnake so much. As for the hypodermic . . .” My mouth twitched, despite myself. “You deserved it.”
"He gave me a look of profound cynicism.
“Do nay harm, is it?”
“Besides, you were counting what I'd done to you in bed,” I said, neatly returning to the point. “You can't count the shots.”
“I was in bed!”
“I wasn't!”
“Aye, ye took unfair advantage,” he said, nodding. “I wouldn't hold that against ye, though.”
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- Hahahaha, turnabout is fair play, aye? (NT) -- LadyDuBois, Thu, February 28 2019, 14:34:36
- I love how DG sneaks in the little flashback or bits of foreshadowing. In this case, when she mentions to Frank at the beginning of Outlander how the Scots soldiers hated needles. Then in Voyager, Jamie loathes the antibiotic injections Claire gives him after getting shot. And of course, here, we see that it still rankles him. (NT) -- DianaH, Fri, March 01 2019, 6:56:20
- QOTD for Wednesday 27th February, 2019 -- SueP, Wed, February 27 2019, 12:53:14
An Echo in the Bone by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 35, Ticonderoga, Copyright © 2009. 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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- *sigh* How sweet (NT) -- LadyDuBois, Wed, February 27 2019, 13:37:42
- "I've felt like that since I was about twenty"...I'm sure he did, what with one thing and the other. It's a wonder they are both still upright! Lovely quote - thanks! (NT) -- JudithONH, Wed, February 27 2019, 19:09:58
- Mmmm... what love! Yeah... they both have been through a lot; I bet they do have their aches and pains! (NT) -- Piper-Mom, Thu, February 28 2019, 6:31:41
- QOTD for Tuesday 26th February 2019 -- SueP, Tue, February 26 2019, 15:38:04
Voyager by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 24, A. Malcolm, Printer, Copyright © 1994, All Rights Reserved.
It was a longish, winding close, and the print shop was at the foot. There were thriving businesses and tenements on either side, but I had no attention to spare for anything beyond the neat white sign that hung by the door. A. MALCOLM PRINTER AND BOOKSELLER it said, and beneath this, Books, calling cards, pamphlets, broadsheets, letters, etc.
I stretched out my hand and touched the black letters of the name. A. Malcolm. Alexander Malcolm. James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser. Perhaps.
Another minute, and I would lose my nerve. I shoved open the door and walked in."
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- An iconic moment: "Another minute and I would lose my nerve..." Indeed! Lovely memory. Thank you! (NT) -- JudithONH, Tue, February 26 2019, 18:58:30
- I still get goosebumps every time I read this. (NT) -- Kathy in PA, Wed, February 27 2019, 4:59:00
- In this quote, I've always loved the word "Perhaps." So much hangs on that one word - perhaps it's Jamie, perhaps not. Perhaps they will have a joyous reunion, perhaps not. Perhaps he's married, perhaps not. The scenes that follow have all the buttons - Jamie's disbelief, then fainting and laughter thinking he had pissed himself, the fear , then joy of learning about Bree, their lovemaking and Claire getting smacked in the nose. Always brings me to the point of tears, then laughter. (NT) -- DianaH, Wed, February 27 2019, 7:37:56
- That pivotal moment we all waited with bated breath for (NT) -- LadyDuBois, Wed, February 27 2019, 12:03:22
- Him passing out... I thought was funny! One would expect that from a woman, not a man. :) (NT) -- Piper-Mom, Thu, February 28 2019, 6:33:12
- QOTD for Monday 26th February, 2019 -- SueP, Mon, February 25 2019, 12:17:12
The following quote is from Voyager by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 11 The Torremolinos Gambit. Copyright (c) 1994. All rights reserved.
“She lay at her length upon him, his hands holding for dear life to the sweet flesh of her buttocks, feeling the small solid weight of the child upon his own belly, as though they shared it now, protecting the small round thing between their bodies.
He flung his arms around her, tight, and she held him tight as he jerked and shuddered, her hair in his face, her hands in his hair and the child between them, not knowing where any of the three of them began or ended.”
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- This is beautiful. So tragic in the end when Faith was lost. (NT) -- LadyDuBois, Mon, February 25 2019, 13:14:53
- So lovely "not knowing where any of the three of them began or ended." It was so sad that Jamie "lost" his daughters - Faith during pregnancy, Bree to the Stones, and couldn't acknowledge William as his. His grandchildren are such a joy to him. (NT) -- DianaH, Tue, February 26 2019, 6:55:02
- It was such a wonderful moment for them! So sad when they lost Faith. (NT) -- Piper-Mom, Tue, February 26 2019, 11:40:17
- Hello Ladies!!!! Hello to any Laddie who may still be around. To the winners of the Valentines Day Challenge, all wee prizes were mailed today. Keep an eye out :) -- LadyDuBois, Mon, February 25 2019, 9:05:54
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- QOTD for Sunday 25th February, 2019 -- SueP, Sun, February 24 2019, 12:10:53
Many apologies for being late with the first QOTD this week. We'll put it down to me living on the other side of the world to most of you :-)
The following quote is from Drums of Autumn by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 27. Trout Fishing in America. Copyright 1997. All Rights Reserved.
Jamie took the Earl by an unresisting arm and led him to one of the saddled horses.
“Up,” he said, and had the satisfaction of seeing the boy stick a reluctant foot in the stirrup and swing aboard. Jamie tossed the boy’s hat up to him, donned his own, and mounted himself. As a precaution, though, he kept hold of both sets of reins as the set off.
“You, sir,” said a breathless, enraged voice behind him, “are a lout!”
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- QOTD for Saturday, February 23, 2019, from Written in My Own Heart's Blood, Chapter 125, "Squid of the Evening, Beautiful Squid" by Diana Gabaldon, copyright 2014, All Rights Reserved -- JudithONH, Fri, February 22 2019, 20:56:00
And, so, we will end with Lord John and Dorothea...
..."I don't think anything actually needs to be done for about eight months," she said, and he gave her a look.
..."You know what I mean," he said. ... "Or--" Another thought struck him, and he altered the look to one of seriousness.
..."Do you want to go home, Dottie? To England, I mean. To your mother?"
...Her face went blank with surprise, which gave way to a look of longing that broke his heart. She looked away, blinking back tears, but her voice was steady when she turned back to him.
..."No," she said, and swallowed. "I want to be with Denzell. All other considerations aside," she added, managing a smile, "he knows how to deliver a baby. His cousin William is accoucheur to the Queen, and Denny studied with him for a time."
..."Well, that will be helpful," Grey agreed, rather dryly. He had himself delivered a child once -- completely against his will -- and still had nightmares about it.
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And so, my week,which started with my simple formula of picking something off a page ending in -26, and morphed into looking at the Grey men in MOBY. I especially love Lord John's sensitivities to women...isn't that what makes me long for a gay boyfriend? He is such a dear, and I love him so. I hope you've enjoyed my last minute jump into QOTD this week. Cheers! JudithONH
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- Hey Judith ONH, anytime you want to jump into QOTD is fine with me. These have been great. And isn’t it fun to root around and find these gems? (NT) -- Swarl, Sat, February 23 2019, 10:46:44
- I loved your week, thank you so much (NT) -- LadyDuBois, Sun, February 24 2019, 8:48:27
- Thanks for a great week! (NT) -- CindyG, Sun, February 24 2019, 10:14:05
- A very lovely week with one of my favorite characters. Thank you! (NT) -- kgp, Sun, February 24 2019, 17:35:59
- QOTD for Friday, February 22, 2019, from Written in My Own Heart's Blood, Chapter 93, "The House on Chestnut Street" by Diana Gabaldon, copyright 2014, All Rights Reserved -- JudithONH, Thu, February 21 2019, 20:55:58
..."Thank you, Sweetheart," Hall said, accepting a glass from Dottie, then adding pointedly, "You needn't stay."
.."I'd rather you did, Dottie," William said quietly, but with an overt stare at Hal. "There are things you ought to know, I think."
...With no more than a brief glance at her father, Dottie, who had been picking up the scattered squash, sat down on the ottoman, opposite her cousin.
..."Tell me, then," she said simply.
..."Nothing out of the way," he assured her, with an assumption of casualness. "I've recently discovered that I am the natural son of one James Fraser, who--"
..."Oh," she said, and looked at him with renewed interest. "I did think General Fraser reminded me of someone! Of course, that's it! Goodness, Willie, you do look like him!"
...William looked flabbergasted, but quickly pulled himself together.
..."He's a general?" he asked Hal.
..."He was," Hal said. "He's resigned his commission."
...William made a small, humorless noise. "Has he? Well, so have I."
...After a long silent moment, John placed his cup carefully on its saucer with a small clink.
..."Why?" he asked mildly, at the same moment that Hal, frowning, said, "Can you do such a thing while technically a prisoner of war?"
..."I don't know," William said tersely, and evidently in answer to both questions. "But I've done it." Now, as to Captain Richardson..." and he recounted his astonishing encounter with Denys Randal-Isaacs on the road.
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I love it when all 3 "Greys" are together...and the touch of Jamie. I often wonder if they will all be friendly after the war. Cheers!
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- And no one has made the connection with Denys and Black Jack, yet. Lots to look forward to. Claire and Jamie helped make that deathbed marriage legit by witnessing, no? (NT) -- Swarl, Fri, February 22 2019, 5:46:32
- Yes, Swarl, they DID make it legitimate. DG isn't one for loose threads, so it will certainly be interesting to see how Denys's thread gets more woven into the story. (NT) -- DianaH, Fri, February 22 2019, 6:24:26
- So, my speculation is that Denys is Mary & Alex's son, and after her "husband" died she remarried someone called Isaacs...elsewhere in that chapter, William says he dropped the Isaacs, "since his father was a Jew and he didn't want that connection," or close to that. Any other thoughts on the matter? Argh! Can't wait for Bees!!! (NT) -- JudithONH, Fri, February 22 2019, 7:23:40
- I just passed a chapter in the last book where Claire wonders about him. She knows his name is Dennis. They just haven't met him yet. William is the only one who has. (NT) -- kgp, Fri, February 22 2019, 14:52:20
- -- Judie, Fri, February 22 2019, 21:28:38
- QOTD for Wednesday, February 20, 2019, from Written in My Own Heart's Blood, Chapter 84, "Nightfall" by Diana Gabaldon, copyright 2014, All Rights Reserved -- -- JudithONH, Wed, February 20 2019, 20:35:21
...His father seemed surprisingly small, almost fragile, and as Lord John limped slowly into the lantern light, William saw the stained bandage round his head, the makeshift sling, and when William cast his eyes down, he saw, too, the state of his father's bare feet.
..."Are you--" he began, shocked, but Lord John interrupted him.
..."I'm fine," he said, and tried for a smile, though his face was white and creased with fatigue. "Everything's all right, Willie. As long as you're alive, everything's all right."
...He saw his father sway, put out a hand as though to steady himself, and finding nothing to take hold of, withdraw it and force his body upright. Lord John's voice was hoarse, and his exposed eye bloodshot and exhausted, but...tender. William swallowed.
..."If you and I have things to say to each other, Willie -- and of course we do -- let it wait until tomorrow. Please. I'm not." He made a vague, wavering gesture that ended nowhere.
...The lump in William's throat was sudden and painful. He nodded, hands clenched tight on the bedding. His father nodded, too, drew a deep breath, and turned toward the tent flap -- where, William saw, Uncle Hal was hovering, eyes fixed on his brother and brows drawn with worry.
...William's heart seized, in a lump more painful than the one in his throat.
..."Papa!" His father stopped abruptly, turning to look over his shoulder.
..."I'm glad you're not dead," William blurted.
...A smile blossomed slowly on his father's battered face.
..."Me too," he said.
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I know I'm longer than it's supposed to be. I could have cut and put more ellipses, but this is such a sweet and satisfying reunion between LJG and William, and with Hal Grey in the background. LOVE me those Grey men! Thank you for indulging me :-)
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- OH CRUD, I didn't change the date...this is for THURSDAY, FEB. 21, 2019... (NT) -- JudithONH, Wed, February 20 2019, 20:36:55
- I can imagine the shock on William's face! (NT) -- Piper-Mom, Thu, February 21 2019, 7:00:04
- This made me cry. The love between John and William and between the Grey brothers is special. (NT) -- kgp, Thu, February 21 2019, 7:01:14
- I always imagined that William had so much to say to LJG, mostly in anger, for the deception or lack of disclosure. But seeing his father wounded, weary, and hardly able to remain upright was so alarming, that it drove those words from his lips. I don't think William had often seen his Papa vulnerable. (NT) -- DianaH, Thu, February 21 2019, 7:11:22
- love it. (NT) -- swarl, Thu, February 21 2019, 7:38:18
- QOTD for Wednesday, February 20, 2019, from Written in My Own Heart's Blood, Chapter 73, "Peculiar Behavior of a Tent" by Diana Gabaldon, copyright 2014, All Rights Reserved -- JudithONH, Tue, February 19 2019, 20:57:09
...Suddenly he grasped Percys arm, squeezing hard.
..."And where do you come into this?" he said, voice level and cold. "Why are you telling me all this?"
...Percy drew breath, but didn't jerk away. He returned Grey's stare, brown eyes clear and direct.
..."Where I come into it doesn't matter," he said. "And there isn't time. You need to find your son quickly. As to why I tell you..."
...John saw it coming and didn't pull away. Percy smelled of bergamot and petitgrain and the red wine on his breath. John's grip on Percy's arm loosened.
..."Pour vos beaux yeux," Percy had whispered against his lips - and laughed, damn him.
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I love the sense of honor between these men...that whatever has befallen their personal relationships, Percy is willing to help Lord John keep his son William safe. Love these Grey men and their stepson...
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- Like anyone trusts Percy to be in this for anything other than his own hide.!!!! (NT) -- swarl, Wed, February 20 2019, 11:01:33
- She never fails to pull me all the way into the scene... the smells too. Love it (NT) -- StephanieJane, Wed, February 20 2019, 17:11:16
- So it's a Lord John theme. I do love LJG. (NT) -- Lady DuBois, Wed, February 20 2019, 17:35:57
- Percy did love John. And owes him, big time. (NT) -- kgp, Thu, February 21 2019, 7:02:36
- QOTD for Tuesday, February 19, 2019, from Written in My Own Heart's Blood, Chapter 59, "A Discovery in the Ranks" by Diana Gabaldon, copyright 2014, All Rights Reserved -- JudithONH, Mon, February 18 2019, 21:15:51
"Slovenly troops make bad fighters," he said, critically examining a large rent in the sleeve of his filthy black coat. "And soldiers must be in the habit of obeying orders, no matter what those orders are."
Germain nodded. "Aye, that's what my mam says. Doesn't matter whether ye see the point or not, ye do as ye're told, or else."
"Your mother would make an admirable sergeant," Grey assured his orderly. He'd encountered Marsali Fraser once or twice, at her printshop. "Splendid grasp of the essence of command. Speaking of 'or else,' though - what, exactly, do you expect to happen when you go home?"
It was evident that Germain hadn't given much thought to the prospect, but after a moment, he uncreased his brow.
"Likely it'll depend how long I've been gone," he said, with a shrug. "If I went back tomorrow, I'd get my ears blistered and my arse, too. But I think if I was to be gone longer than a week, she'd be pleased I wasna deid"
"Ah. Have you heard the story of the Prodigal Son, by chance?"
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Loving how Lord John has such a good grasp of the Fraser women...even Marsali, and how he aids and abets Germain on his "adventure." Feeling the feels for Lord John!
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- Not only the women but the men as well. He was respectful of Young Ian during the measles. He's also respectful of Germain, though he's only on the cusp of manhood. Treats him with respect but watches over him as well. (NT) -- kgp, Tue, February 19 2019, 14:35:05
- I haven't done quotes in way too long. I think I need to take a turn soon (NT) -- StephanieJane, Tue, February 19 2019, 16:01:50
- Funny... he's probably right about the sergeant thing! (NT) -- Piper-Mom, Wed, February 20 2019, 10:03:22
- QOTD for Tuesday February 19, 2019. The following quote is taken from Echo In The Bone, by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 19. Copyright 2009. All Rights Reserved -- Constance (Jones), Mon, February 18 2019, 20:32:27
"I beg your pardon, madam," a deep voice said respectively behind me. "I see that you- "
Jarred abruptly from my memory, I turned blankly toward the voice, thinking vaguely that I knew- "Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ!" I blurted, leaping to my feet. "You!"
I took a step backwards, stumbled over the basket, and nearly fell into the harbor, saved only by Tom Christie's instinctive grab for my arm.
"He jerked me away from the edge of the quay and I fell against his chest. He recoiled as though I were made of molten metal, then seized me in his arms, pressed me hard against himself, and kissed me with passionate abandon.
He broke off, peered into my face, and gasped, "You're dead!"
"Well, no," I said, stunned into apology.
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- QOTD for Monday, February 18, 2019, from Written in My Own Heart's Blood, Chapter 13, "Morning Air Awash With Angels" by Diana Gabaldon, copyright 2014, All Rights Reserved -- JudithONH, Sun, February 17 2019, 20:43:56
...Running upstairs, I found Hal yawning over a nearly empty breakfast tray and Jenny fastidiously wiping egg yolk off the corner of his mouth. She'd spent the night at the printshop but had come back to help, bringing with her a battered portmanteau filled with possibly useful items.
..."His Grace made a good breakfast," she reported, stepping back to examine her work critically. "And he's moved his bowels. I made him do that afore he drank his coffee, just in case. Wasna sure how quick it might be."
...Hal frowned at her, though whether in puzzlement or offense, I couldn't tell. His pupils were already noticeably constricted, which gave him a slightly staring look. He blinked at me and shook his head, as though trying to clear it.
..."Let me have a quick check of your vital signs, Your Grace," I said, smiling and feeling like Judas. He was my patient - but Jamie was my husband, and I hardened my resolve.
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Those Grey Brothers...I like Hal almost as much as I like John...good men, both of them!
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- Good morning. Are we going to see the Grey's this week? (NT) -- LadyDuBois, Mon, February 18 2019, 3:00:20
- Hal is 9 years older than John, if I remember correctly. He's had a hard struggle to keep the family name free from scandal and run the regiment. No match for Claire, however. (NT) -- kgp, Mon, February 18 2019, 7:07:30
- Those Grey brothers don’t stand a chance. Pair wee chaps. (NT) -- Swarl, Mon, February 18 2019, 18:55:55
- Does anyone else watch Barnwood Builders? -- Janet, Sun, February 17 2019, 9:36:49
There's a show on one of the cabel channels called Barnwood Builders; it's about a group of men that dismantle old log cabins and barns from the 1700's and 1800's and repair/reuse the wood to build more modern homes. As they go through the process, that talk about the ways the pioneers built the cabins, and demo some of the tools they used. Why am I posting this here, you might ask??? Well, it demonstrates how Jamie and Young Ian built the first cabin on the ridge using hand tools and grit! Also, shows how dangerous it could be if you "missed" with some of the tools. Just interesting to see how it was done.
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- QOTD for Sunday, February 17, 2019, from Written in My Own Heart's Blood, Chapter 24, "Welcome Coolness in the Heat, Comfort in the Midst of Woe," by Diana Gabaldon, copyright 2014, All Rights Reserved -- JudithONH, Sun, February 17 2019, 0:27:29
"Ye look well, Sassenach. Verra bonnie."
"You don't," I said frankly. He was grubby, very thin, and he plainly hadn't been sleeping well; he had shaved, but his face was gaunt and shadowed. "What happened?"
He opened his mouth to reply but then seemed to think better of it. He let go my hands, cleared his throat with a low Scottish noise, and fixed his eyes on mine. The smile had gone.
"Ye went to bed with John Grey, aye?"
I blinked, startled, then frowned at him. "Well, no, I wouldn't say that."
His eyebrows rose.
"He told me ye did."
"Is that what he said?" I asked, surprised.
"Mmphm." Now it was his turn to frown. "He told me he'd had carnal knowledge of ye. Why would he lie about such a thing as that?"
"Oh," I said. "No, that's right. Carnal knowledge is a very reasonable description of what happened."
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Lord John Grey...sigh...and a wee misunderstanding...
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- Quoter needed for this week! -- Judie, Sat, February 16 2019, 22:10:00
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Anyone? Need someone for this week.
Then we have more weeks coming up needing quoters. :)
Judie
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- QOTD for Saturday, February 16, 2019. The following quote is taken from A Breath Of Snow And Ashes, by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2005. All Rights Reserved. -- LadyDuBois, Sat, February 16 2019, 5:03:15
This Book is Dedicated To:
CHARLES DICKENS
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON
DOROTHY L. SAYERS
JOHN D. MACDONALD
and
P.G. WODEHOUSE
I'd like to thank all who come here and participated day after day, even with Facebook taking so much more of our time. Also to those who participated in Thursday's challenge; THANK YOU SO MUCH!
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- Thank for taking the week. 💙 so many ingluences on The Books from authors to family story tellers. (NT) -- kgp, Sat, February 16 2019, 7:27:40
- Constance is the Grand Prize winner, but there are others winners, Niseold, Cova, Karen, Cherie please keep an eye on your mail in the coming weeks. (NT) -- LadyDuBois, Sat, February 16 2019, 8:31:14
- Constance, Thank you (NT) -- Constance (Jones), Sun, February 17 2019, 13:07:52
- Oh, wow!! Thank you so much!!! (NT) -- Cova, Mon, February 18 2019, 1:06:35
- Good morning and Happy Valentines Day. As promised today's QOTD will be of your very own picks. I thought I had a clear winner but I just couldn't decide. Truth be told, you are all winners and I send my love to everyone of you. Please read on. -- LadyDuBois, Thu, February 14 2019, 2:01:19
For the steamiest quotes :
The following quote is taken from The Fiery Cross by Diana Gabaldon Chaper 49 In Vino Veritas copyright 2001. All rights reserved
His hand skimmed my thigh, pushing at the drifts of linen that threatened to come between us. I remembered vividly, those hands in the darkness, and bucked conclusively.
"Look," His breath came hot in my ear."
"Look down, watch while I take ye. Watch, damn you!"
Contance, I need your snail mail, see below for my email addy.
Niseold's: "If I were a horse, I'd let him ride me anywhere.."
I'll post the romantic quotes in a little while. Please read on
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- Next is inside as will the rest of the romantic quotes. Inside for Cova's -- LadyDuBois, Thu, February 14 2019, 2:10:07
- Inside for Cherie's -- LadyDuBois, Thu, February 14 2019, 2:52:17
- Inside for mine>> -- kgp, Thu, February 14 2019, 4:16:30
- (NT) -- LadyDuBois, Thu, February 14 2019, 10:09:03
- Thank you Lady DuBois for the sweet prize package -- Niseold, Tue, February 26 2019, 18:04:43
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CHALLENGE!!!!!!!! -- LadyDuBois, Mon, February 11 2019, 16:57:28
In honor of Hmmmph Day and Valentines Day on Thurs. I am challenging you to post what YOU think is the sexiest quote in The Books. I will pick a winner at day's end tomorrow, 2/13, use it as QOTD and I will send the winner a wee giftee. AND GO!!!!!!! <3 <3 <3
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- QOTD for Monday February 11, 2019 The following quote is taken from The Fiery Cross by Diana Gabaldon Chaper 49 In Vino Veritas copyright 2001. All rights reserved -- Constance Jones Arthur, Mon, February 11 2019, 19:40:31
- Oh my. So many to choose from. I’ve not reread them for such a long time I’ll have to have a think. I’m not sure I can choose. Interested to see what others think. (NT) -- Gwen, Mon, February 11 2019, 21:40:31
- "If I were a horse, I'd let him ride me anywhere.." (NT) -- Niseold, Tue, February 12 2019, 9:25:06
Tick tock, time is almost up and we have ONLY TWO responses (NT) -- LadyDuBois, Tue, February 12 2019, 16:01:00
- Mine is inside --->>>> -- Cherie, Tue, February 12 2019, 16:23:42
- I need to think.... (NT) -- Piper-Mom, Wed, February 13 2019, 9:38:29
- My choice -a verra difficult this one! >>>> inside -- Cova, Wed, February 13 2019, 12:16:31
- CONTEST IS NOW CLOSED. I will post the winning quote in the morning. If you participated, please PM me your snail mail addy. My email is inside.................... -- LadyDuBois, Wed, February 13 2019, 16:36:10
- Sorry to miss the contest but it made for good reading anyway! (NT) -- StephanieJane, Tue, February 19 2019, 15:58:45
. (NT) -- Judie, Fri, May 17 2019, 17:28:56
