After a peaceful and not unpleasant sit with Mrs. Baird, I made my way upstairs, to ready myself before Frank came home. I knew his limit with sherry was two glasses, so I expected him back soon.
The wind was rising, and the very air of the bedroom was prickly with electricity. I drew the brush through my hair, making the curls snap with static and spring into knots and furious tangles.
Diana Gabaldon, Outlander (Chapter 1 – A New Beginning)
Beyond the Books
Colum MacKenzie shared the broad planes and high forehead of his brother Dougal, though the vital force that gave Dougal an air of intimidation was here mellowed into something more welcoming, though no less vibrant. Darker, with dove-grey rather than hazel eyes, Colum gave that same impression of intensity, of standing just slightly closer to you than was quite comfortable. At the moment, though, my discomfort arose from the fact that the beautifully modeled head and long torso ended in shockingly bowed and stumpy legs. The man who should have topped six feet came barely to my shoulder.
Diana Gabaldon, Outlander (Chapter 5 – The MacKenzie)
I’m currently on a ferry, traveling down to Seattle for Random House’s Outlander Fan Retreat, but I’m bursting at the seams to show you an exciting new project that I’ve been working on for the last little bit.
What are you doing on Sunday? Early morning cartoons, brunch with friends, church, a wee bit of shopping? All great options, but none so fun as taking the day to celebrate your favourite literary series, aye?!
The idea to give Outlander it’s own very special day came up online a few weeks ago, and after a bit of discussion, June 1 was chosen. That doesn’t give us a lot of time to prepare for this year, so I’m pretty sure you won’t find an Outlander Parade on Main Street, but there’s always next year for the bigger and grander type of celebrations.
For now, why not take part of your day to find a way to celebrate this epic tale of adventure that we love so much? Here’s a few ideas to get you started:
“Hallo the house!”
I barely heard the soft, deep voice call from the driveway over the clang of the dishes as I stacked the last of them in the cupboard. I nervously wiped my hands on the front of my apron, took a deep breath, a last inspecting look at my kitchen, and crossed to the front door.
I flung it open wide, my smile nearly cracking my flushing face in two. I was nervous, I’ll admit. It’s not everyday you meet an Internet friend from afar, who just also happens to be a bit of an internet sensation, and the closest thing to a duine uasal that this island girl will ever meet.
Except that no one was there. I looked around; my head tracked left, then right.
My cheeks flaming even hotter, I looked down (he’s not called Wee Jamie for nothing) to find a man of great worth and small stature waving up at me.
“Nae worries, lass. It happens. I should be most obliged, and forgiving, mind, if ye could take this shopping bag off my back. Wee Claire never stints on a hostess gift, as ye can see, and it’s been a long walk through the trees after an even longer ferry journey. You would have to live on an island,” he shook his head ruefully, then cocked an eyebrow. “Come to think of it, a sup of ale wouldn’t go amiss either, aye?”