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Alright, I’m like 150 pages into Outlander and I love Jamie with all my heart
WE HAVE THE CAST FOR ADULT WILLIAM RANSOM PLAYED BY CHARLES VANDERVAART IN SEASON 7
Excerpt from the Outlander Prequel
From Diana’s Twitter that she accidentally posted
The door to the chieftain’s room stood ajar. Ned paused for an instant outside, listening as was his custom—but of course, no need now to judge the temper of the room’s inhabitant before entering. Nonetheless, he took a deep breath. He let it out, nostrils twitching, and stepped into the room.
Jacob MacKenzie lay half-on and half-off the couch beneath the window, half-clad in his twisted shirt, his randy auld loins exposed and slippery and the couch beneath him fouled by the loosenings of death.
“I should have thought to bring a sheet,” Ned said aloud. More to break the odd stillness than as apology to the corpse, but he did glance at Jacob’s face as he said it, and nearly beshit himself as the dead man stirred. Only the fact that he’d bitten his tongue kept him from shrieking, and it was with thundering heart and watery bowels that he realized belatedly that the movement wasn’t Jacob’s, but that of a big orange cat, curled on the cushion just above its master’s head, where its thick fur mingled with Jacob’s disordered locks—still thick and red, despite his age.
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” Ned said, the shock making him cross. “What the devil are you doing here?”
Rorvik Ruadh merely stared at him, amber eyes unsettling. Christ, had the beast been in the room during—
He debated seizing the cat by its scruff and putting it out of the room, but Rory was as much a force of nature as his master, and a wise man wouldn’t lay a finger on him, uninvited.
“Very well, then,” he said to the cat, and firming his shoulders, went to the washstand and fettled himself for the job at hand. Maeve FitzGibbons and some of the women would see to the proper laying-out, washing and grave-clothes and tidying of the body, but he felt that such a man as his employer—too small a word for what Red Jacob was (“had been,” he corrected himself) to him, but his brain refused to find another—deserved the attentions of a loyal henchman in this last undignified extremity.
Catriona’s best performance yet!! Still shocked after today’s episode.
Catriona on the set of Outlander season 7
Looks like someone is gonna have a bad hair day lmao
Outlander 06x06 promo pics!!
OUTLANDER SEASON 7 IS IN PRODUCTION!!
Diana posted an excerpt of book 10 on twitter. Here it is:
[Excerpt from Book 10 [Untitled], Copyright 2022 Diana Gabaldon]
“What are you thinking?” I asked. “I know it’s about William.”
“Oh, aye?” He glanced at me, mouth curled up at one side. “And what do I look like if I’m thinking of William?”
“Like someone’s handed you a wrapped package and you’re not sure whether it’s something wonderful, or a bomb.”
That made him laugh, and he put an arm around me and pulled me in close, kissing my temple. He smelled of day-old linen, ink and hay, and the dribble of honey that had dried down the front of his shirt, like tiny amber beads.
“Aye, well, one look at the lad and ye ken he’ll explode before too long,” he said. “I only hope he doesna damage himself doing it.”
“Or you.”
He shrugged comfortably.
“I’m no very breakable, Sassenach.”
“Says the man with four—no, five bullet holes in his hide, to say nothing of enough surgical stitching to make a whole crazy quilt. And if we start counting the bones you’ve cracked or broken…”
“Ach, away—I’ve never broken anything important; just the odd finger. Maybe a rib, here or there.”
“And your sternum and your left kneecap.”
He made a dismissive Scottish noise, but didn’t argue.
We stood for a bit, arms about each other, listening to the sounds outside. The younger children had fallen asleep under bushes or in their parents’ wagons, their happy screeching replaced by music and the laughter of the dancers, the clapping and calls of those watching.
“He came to me,” Jamie said quietly. He was trying to sound matter-of-fact, but he’d stopped trying to hide what he was feeling.
“He did,” I said softly, and squeezed his arm.
“I suppose there wasna really anyone else he could go to,” he said, off-handed. “If he canna find his grace, I mean, and he couldna very well talk to anyone in the army, could he? Given that….” He stopped, a thought having struck him, and turned to me.
“D’ye think he knows, Sassenach?”
“Knows what?”
“About—what he said. The…threat to Lord John. I mean–” he elaborated, seeing my blank look, “does he ken that it’s no just a canard.”
“A—oh.” I stopped to consider for a moment, then shook my head with decision. “No. Almost certainly not. You saw his face when he told us about what Richardson was threatening. He’d still have been scared—maybe more scared—if he knew it wasn’t an empty threat—but he wouldn’t have looked the way he did.”
“Anxious? Angry?”
“Both. But Anyone would be, wouldn’t they? Under the circumstances.”
“They would. And…determined, would ye say?”
“Stubborn,” I said promptly, and he laughed.
“A bomb for sure, then.”
New stills of Fergus from the previous 2 episodes that aren’t in the show…
I know bc I spent days trying to figure out if I’m going crazy or I missed something…
–No fuiste la primera mujer que besé –susurró–. Pero te juro que serás la última.
Forastera, Diana Gabaldon
“Cuando pregunté a mi padre cómo sabría cuál era la mujer correcta, me respondió que llegado el momento, no tendría ninguna duda. Y así fue. Cuando desperté en la oscuridad bajo aquel árbol en el camino a Leoch, contigo sentada en mi pecho y maldiciéndome por dejarme sangrar hasta morir, me dije: «Jamie Fraser, a pesar de su aspecto y de lo que pesa, ésta es la mujer.»”
Forastera, Diana Gabaldon
Dije: «Señor, si alguna vez en mi vida he tenido valor, dámelo ahora. Permíteme ser lo bastante valiente para no caer de rodillas y rogarle que se quede». –Apartó la vista de la cabaña y me sonrió–. Ha sido el momento más difícil de mi vida, Sassenach.
Forastera, Diana Gabaldon
Las heridas no estaban cicatrizadas. Nos habíamos perdonado, pero nuestras palabras perduraban en la memoria, inolvidables.
Forastera, Diana Gabaldon
–¿Se acaba alguna vez… este deseo por ti? –Su mano acarició mi pecho–. Incluso después de tenerte te deseo tanto, que me cuesta respirar y me duelen los dedos de ganas de tocarte otra vez.
Forastera, Diana Gabaldon