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“Jem made the little Scottish noise again, and Brianna looked sideways at him.
"Are you doing that on purpose?"
He looked up at her, surprised. "Doing what?"
"Never mind. When you are fifteen, I'm locking you in the cellar."
"What? Why?" he demanded indignantly.
"Because that's when your father and grandfather started getting into real trouble, and evidently you're going to be just like them.”
― Diana Gabaldon, Written in My Own Heart's Blood

“The position of sun and moon on the Feast of Beltane" is one, with a list if two hundred paired figures laid out beneath. Similar tables existed for Hogmanay and Midsummer's Day, and Samhainn, the Feast of All Hallows. The ancient feasts of fire and sun, and Beltane's sun would rise tomorrow.”
― Diana Gabaldon, Dragonfly in Amber

“What . . . fellow?â€� The wind was cool, but I could see sweat trickling down the back of Jamie’s neck, dampening his collar and plastering the linen between his shoulders.

Duff didn’t answer immediately. A look of speculation flickered in his small, deep-set eyes.

“Don’t think about it, Duff,� Roger said, softly, but with great assurance. “I can reach ye from here with an oar, ken?�

“Aye?� Duff glanced thoughtfully from Jamie, to Roger, and then to me. “Aye, reckon ye might. But allowin� for the sake for argyment as how you can swim, MacKenzie—and even that Mr. Fraser might keep afloat—I dinna think that’s true of the lady, is it? Skirts and petticoats . . .� He shook his head, pursing thin lips in speculation as he looked at me. “Go to the bottom like a stone, she would.�

Peter shifted ever so slightly, bringing his feet under him.

“Claire?� Jamie said. I saw his fingers curl tight round the oars, and heard the note of strain in his voice. I sighed and drew the pistol out from under the coat across my lap.

“Right,â€� I said. “Which one shall I shoot?”
― Diana Gabaldon, The Fiery Cross