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Date Posted: Sat, November 12 2022, 5:52:41
Author: kgp
Subject: QOTD for Saturday, November 12, 2022

The following quotation is from Written In my Own Heart's Blood by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2014 All Rights reserved. Chapter 102 Postpartum


After a bit, Buck got up abruptly and went off into the dark. He stayed gone for some time, during which time Roger sat gazing into the fire, replaying every moment he’d spent with Jerry MacKenzie in his mind, trying to fix it all. He wished passionately that it had been daylight, that he’d been able to see more of his father’s face than the brief glimpses he’d had in the beam of the dark lantern.

Whatever his regrets, though, and the cold knowledge that Jerry wouldn’t make it back - or back to where he started from, at least (God, what if he ended up lost in yet another strange time? Was that possible?) - there was the one small, warm thing. He’d said it. And wherever his father had gone, he’d carry that with him.

He wrapped himself in his cloak, lay down by the embers of the fire, and carried it with him into sleep.

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