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820 pages, Hardcover
First published September 22, 2009
Grandfather Tales, the book was titled, with the subtitle, "Stories from the Highlands of Scotland and the Backcountry of the Carolinas," by James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser. Again, printed by A. Bell, Edinburgh, in the same year. The dedication said simply, For my grandchildren.
Claire's portrait had made him laugh; this one moved him almost to tears, and he closed the book gently.
”God, your arse looks fine, wi� the wet linen of your shift clinging to it, it goes all transparent, and I can see the weight of your buttocks, like great smooth round melons ..."
“This is the thin time, when the beloved dead draw near. The world turns inward, and the chilling air grows thick with dreams and mystery.�
”Have ye ever in the slightest doubt that I need ye?�, he demanded.
“No, to the best of my knowledge, you needed me urgently the moment I saw you and I haven’t had reason to think you’ve got any more self-sufficient since."
He would make her a new garden one day, God willing.
There were pathways in the dark. I knew; I had seen people die. despite physical decay, there was no dying until the pathway was found. I couldn’t - yet - find mine.
”I canna thank of ye dead, Claire. Anything else - but not that. I can’t."
’He took a deep breath, shut his eyes, and commended his soul to God. ‘I have had carnal knowledge of your wife,� he blurted. He had expected to die more or less instantaneously upon this utterance, but everything continued just as usual. Birds continued chirping in the trees, and the rip and slobber of the horses champing grass was the only sound above that of the rushing water. He opened one eye to find Jamie Fraser standing there regarding him, head to one side. ‘Oh?� said Jamie curiously. ‘Why?�