The following quotes are taken from Outlander by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright © 1991 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved. Page numbers from Dell Paperback edition.


From: Lady Julie H.

      "Good," I said, completely provoked. "You deserve it. Maybe that will teach you to go haring round the countryside kidnapping young women and k-killing people, and…" I felt myself ridiculously close to tears and stopped, fighting for control.
      Dougal was growing impatient with this conversation. "Well, can ye keep one foot on each side of the horse, man?"
      "He can't go anywhere!" I protested indignantly. "He ought to be in hospital! Certainly he can't---"
      My protests, as usual, went completely ignored.
      "Can ye ride?" Dougal repeated.
      "Aye, if ye'll take the lassie off my chest and fetch me a clean shirt."

Chapter 3: The Man in the Wood - Pages 78-79



From: Lady Nan

       "Harmless as a setting dove," he agreed. "I'm too hungry to be a threat to anything but breakfast. Let a stray bannock come within reach, though, and I'll no answer for the consequences."

Chapter 4: I Come to the Castle - Page 86



From: Lady Julie H.

      "When I woke, I was trussed up in the wagon wi' the chickens, jolting down the road toward Fort William."
      "I see," I said quietly. "I'm sorry. It must have been terrible for you."
      He smiled suddenly, the haze of fatigue gone. "Oh aye. Chickens are verra poor company, especially on a long journey."

Chapter 4: I Come to the Castle - Page 90



From: Lady Kelly W.

    I wept bitterly, surrendering momentarily to my fear and heartbroken confusion, but slowly I began to quiet a bit, as Jamie stroked my neck and back, offering me the comfort of his broad, warm chest. My sobs lessened and I began to calm myself, leaning tiredly into the curve of his shoulder. No wonder he was so good with horses, I thought blearily, feeling his fingers rubbing gently behind my ears, listening to the soothing, incomprehensible speech. If I were a horse, I'd let him ride me anywhere.

Chapter 4: I Come to the Castle - Pages 91-92



From: Lady Rita, Lady Kelly W.

          I had one last try.
      "Does it bother you that I'm not a virgin?" He hesitated a moment before answering.
      "Well, no," he said slowly, "so long as it doesna bother you that I am." He grinned at my drop-jawed expression, and backed toward the door.
      "Reckon one of us should know what they're doing," he said. The door closed softly behind him; clearly the courtship was over.

Chapter 13: A Marriage is Announced - Page 255



From: Laird Scotty

      I turned to Jamie in sudden panic. "I can't marry you! I don't even know your last name!"
      He looked down at me and cocked a ruddy eyebrow. "Oh. It's Fraser. James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser."

Chapter 14: A Marriage Takes Place - Page 264



From: Lady Readsoutlander, Lady Rita

      "There are things that I canna tell you, at least not yet. And I'll ask nothing of ye that ye canna give me. But what I would ask of ye---when you do tell me something, let it be the truth. And I'll promise ye the same. We have nothing now between us, save---respect, perhaps. And I think that respect has maybe room for secrets, but not for lies. Do ye agree?"

Chapter 15: Revelations of the Bridal Chamber - Page 273



From: Lady Catherine2

      "Where did you learn to kiss like that?" I said, a little breathless. He grinned and pulled me close again.
      "I said I was a virgin, not a monk," he said, kissing me again. "If I find I need guidance, I'll ask."

Chapter 15: Revelations of the Bridal Chamber - Page 282



From: Dame Judith

      As yet too hungry and too clumsy for tenderness, still he made love with a sort of unflagging joy that made me think that male virginity might be a highly underrated commodity.

Chapter 15: Revelations of the Bridal Chamber - Page 287



From: Lady Rita

      "I meant it, ye know," he said softly. "I will protect you. From him, or anyone else. To the last drop of my blood, mo duinne."
      "Mo duinne?" I asked, a little disturbed by the intensity of this speech. I didn't want to be responsible for any of his blood being spilt, last drop or first.
       "It means 'my brown one.'" He raised a lock of hair to his lips and smiled, with a look in his eyes that started all the drops of my own blood chasing each other through my veins. "Mo duinne," he repeated softly. "I have been longing to say that to you."

Chapter 16: One Fine Day - Pages 312-313



From: Lady Kelly W.

       "Not as dead as you look, I hope?" said the voice, coming nearer. I arched upward with an inarticulate sound as exquisitely sensitive tissues were firmly parted in a fresh assault.
       "Jesus Christ," I said. There was a faint chuckle near my ear.
       "I only said I felt like God, Sassenach," he murmured. "I never said I was."

Chapter 17: We Meet a Beggar - Page 331



From: Lady Rita

       "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."

Chapter 22: Reckonings - Page 393



From: Lady Rita

       Jamie shuffled his feet in the dust, embarrassed. He ducked his head shyly. "Well now, Sassenach, I'm no better than most men. Sometimes I try, but I dinna always manage. Ye know that bit in St. Paul, where he says 'tis better to marry than burn? Well, I was burnin' quite badly there."
       I laughed again, feeling light-hearted as a sixteen-year-old myself. "So you married me," I teased, "to avoid the occasion of sin?"
       "Aye. That's what marriage is good for; it makes a sacrament out of things ye'd otherwise have to confess."

Chapter 22: Reckonings - Page 629



From: Lady Julie H.

       "Murtagh was right about women. Sassenach, I risked my life for ye, committing theft, arson, assault, and murder into the bargain. In return for which ye call me names, insult my manhood, kick me in the ballocks and claw my face. Then I beat you half to death and tell ye all the most humiliating things have ever happened to me, and ye say ye love me." He laid his head on his knees and laughed some more. Finally he rose and held out a hand to me, wiping his eyes with the other.
       "You're no verra sensible, Sassenach, but I like ye fine. Let's go."

Chapter 22: Reckonings - Pages 629-410



From: Lady Rita

      "He wasna much of a doctor," Jamie said, "but he was kindly enough. The second day he came, along wi' the goose grease and charcoal, he brought me a small Bible that belonged to a prisoner who'd died. Said he understood I was a Papist, and whether I found the word of God any comfort or not, at least I could compare my troubles with Job's." He laughed.
      "Oddly enough, it was some comfort. Our Lord had to put up wi' being scourged too; and I could reflect that at least I wasna going to be hauled out and crucified afterwards. On the other hand," he said judiciously, "Our Lord wasna forced to listen to indecent proposals from Pontius Pilate, either."

Chapter 22: Reckonings - Page 414



From: Lady Rita

      "You're mine, mo duinne," he said softly, pressing himself into my depths. "Mine alone, now and forever. Mine, whether ye will it or no." I pulled against his grip, and sucked in my breath with a faint "ah" as he pressed even deeper.
      "Aye, I mean to use ye hard, my Sassenach," he whispered. "I want to own you, to possess you, body and soul." I struggled slightly and he pressed me down, hammering me, a solid, inexorable pounding that reached my womb with each stroke. "I mean to make ye call me 'master', Sassenach." His soft voice was a threat of revenge for the agonies of the last minutes. "I mean to make you mine."

Chapter 23: Return to Leoch - Page 436



From: Lady Marnie, Lady Page, Lady Rita

      "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.

Chapter 23: Return to Leoch - Page: 438



From: Lady Rita

      "Looks as though it was a hard ride, Sassenach," he said, lightly touching a blue bruise on my inner thigh. "A bit saddle-sore, are ye?"
      I narrowed my eyes and traced a deep bite-mark on his shoulder with my finger.
      "You look a bit ragged around the edges yourself, my lad."
      "Ah,weel," he said in broad Scots, "if ye bed wi' a vixen, ye must expect to get bit." He reached up and grasped me behind the neck, pulling me down to him. "Come here to me, vixen. Bite me some more."

Chapter 23: Return to Leoch - Pages 438-439



From: Lady Barb P.

      "I'm sorry," Jamie said. "I dinna mean to wake ye, lass."
      "What are you doing? Why are you awake?" I squinted over my shoulder at him. It was still dark, but my eyes were so accustomed that I could see the faintly sheepish expression on his face. He was wide awake, sitting on a stool by the side of the bed, his plaid flung around him for warmth.
      "It's only....well, I dreamed you were lost, and I couldna find ye. It woke me, and....I wanted to look at ye, is all. To fix ye in my mind, to remember while I'm gone. I turned back the quilt; I'm sorry you were chilled."

Chapter 24: By the Pricking of My Thumbs - Page 513



From: Lady Rita

      His hands on my shoulders raised me, enough to see his face. Through the haze of tears, I saw the look he wore in battle, of struggle that had passed the point of strain and became calm certainty.
      "I believe you," he said firmly. "I dinna understand it a bit---not yet---but I believe you. Claire, I believe you! Listen to me! There's the truth between us, you and I, and whatever ye tell me, I shall believe it." He gave me a gentle shake.
      "It doesna matter what it is. You've told me. That's enough for now. Be still, mo duinne. Lay your head and rest. You'll tell me the rest of it later. And I'll believe you."

Chapter 25: Thou Shalt Not Suffer a Witch to Live - Page 551



From: Lady Jo MacA., Lady Julie H.

      "Do ye sleep now, mo duinne. No one shall harm ye; I'm here."
      I burrowed into the warm curve of his shoulder, letting my tired mind fall through the layers of oblivion. I forced myself to the surface long enough to ask, "Do you really believe me, Jamie?"
      He sighed, and smiled ruefully down at me.
      "Aye, I believe ye, Sassenach. But it would have been a good deal easier if you'd only been a witch."

Chapter 25: Thou Shalt Not Suffer a Witch to Live - Page 553



From: Lady Rita

      "I prayed all the way up that hill yesterday," he said softly. "Not for you to stay; I didna think that would be right. I prayed I'd be strong enough to send ye away." He shook his head, still gazing up the hill, a faraway look in his eyes.
      "I said 'Lord, if I've never had courage in my life before, let me have it now. Let me be brave enough not to fall on my knees and beg her to stay.'" He pulled his eyes away from the cottage and smiled briefly at me.
      "Hardest thing I ever did, Sassenach."

Chapter 25: Thou Shalt Not Suffer a Witch to Live - Pages 563-564



From: Lady Marnie

      "Let's see," I said counting on my fingers. "According to you, Frasers are stubborn, Campbells are sneaky, MacKenzies are charming but sly, and Grahams are stupid. What's the Murrays' distinguishing characteristics?"
      "Ye can count on them in a fight," said Jamie and Ian together, then laughed.
      "Ye can too," said Jamie recovering. "You just hope they're on your side." And both men went off into fits again.

Chapter 29: More Honesty - Page 616



From: Lady Julie H.

      "I regretted it a bit at first, but then I began to think it was as well; living as we must, it would be verra difficult if you were to get with child. And now"---he shivered slightly---"now I think I am glad of it; I wouldna want ye to suffer that way."
      "I wouldn't mind," I said, after a long while, thinking of the rounded fuzzy head and tiny fingers.
      "I would." He kissed the top of my head. "I saw Ian's face; it was like his own flesh was being torn, each time Jenny screamed." My arms were around him, stroking the ridged scars on his back. "I can bear pain myself," he said softly, "but I couldna bear yours. That would take more strength than I have."

Chapter 32: Hard Labor - Page 660



From: Lady D.

      "I want to hold you hard to me and kiss you, and never let you go. I want to take you to my bed and use you like a whore, 'til I forget that I exist. And I want to put my head in your lap and weep like a child."
      The mouth turned up at one corner, and a blue eye opened slitwise.
      "Unfortunately," he said, "I can't do any but the last of those without fainting or being sick again."

Chapter 36: MacRannoch - Page 758



From: Lady D.

      "Now it's my own fortress has been blown up with gunpowder---there's nothing left of it but ashes and a smoking rooftree, and the little naked thing that lived there once is out in the open, squeaking and whimpering in fear, tryin' to hide itself under a blade of grass or a bit o' leaf, but....but not....not makin' m-much of a job of it."

Chapter 36: MacRannoch - Page 760



From: Lady Valerie L.

      "Your nose is blue," I remarked conversationally. I glanced downward. "And so are your feet."
      He grinned and wiped his nose on the back of his hand.
      "So are my balls. Want to warm them for me?"

Chapter 62: Absolution - Page 829



From: Lady Valerie L.

      "Ye know the fortress I told ye of, the one inside me?"
      "I remember."
      He smiled without opening his eyes, and reached out a hand for me.
      "Well, I've a lean-to built, at least. And a roof to keep out the rain."

Chapter 62: Absolution - Page 832



From: Lady Valerie L.

      I turned my head to meet his kiss. His stomach rumbled loudly.
      "Don't laugh, you," he grumbled. "It's your fault, starving me. It's a wonder I could manage at all, on nothing but beef broth and ale."
      "All right," I said, still laughing. "You win. You can have an egg for your breakfast tomorrow."
      "Ha," he said, in tones of deep satisfaction. "I knew ye'd feed me if I offered ye a suitable inducement."
      We fell asleep face to face, locked in each other's arms.

Chapter 62: Absolution - Page 836



From: Lady Valerie L.

      "I'm sorry I haven't got anything to give you," I said, watching as he stood up and began to dig through the tumbled bedclothes. Probably looking for a handkerchief, I thought, sniffing some more.
      "Aside from such minor gifts as my life, my manhood, and my right hand?" he asked dryly. "They'll do nicely, mo duinne." He straightened up with a novice's robe in one hand. "Undress."
      My mouth fell open. "What?"
      "Undress, Sassenach, and put this on." He handed me the robe, grinning. "Or do ye want me to turn my back first?"

Chapter 41: From the Womb of the Earth - Page 843



From: Lady Valerie L.

      "Not yet, mo duinne." His hands came hard around my waist, settling and slowing me, pressing me down until I did groan.
      "Not yet. We've time. And I mean to hear ye groan like that again. And to moan and sob, even though you dinna wish to, for ye canna help it. I mean to make you sigh as though your heart would break, and scream with the wanting, and at last to cry out in my arms, and I shall know that I've served ye well."

Chapter 41: From the Womb of the Earth - Page 848



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