There was time for a wander up and down the aisles of the vendors’ stalls, selling everything from tartan ties to penny whistles, silver jewelry, clan maps of Scotland, butterscotch and shortbread, letter openers in the shape of claymores, lead Highland figures, books, records, and every imaginable small item on which a clan badge or motto could be imprinted.
Diana Gabaldon, Drums of Autumn (Chapter 4 – A Blast from the Past)
Jamie closed his eyes for an instant, then opened them, looking toward Brianna, who stood with Lizzie and Marsali, Jemmy in her arms. The rawness and strength of his features stood out by contrast with the round-faced innocence of the children, the gentleness of the young mothers — though even in their delicacy, I thought, the firelight showed the seams of Scottish granite in their bones.
“We pay tribute to our women,” he said, lifting the cup in turn to Brianna, to Marsali, and then turning to me. A brief smile touched his lips. “For they are our strength. And our revenge upon our enemies will be at the last the revenge of the cradle. Slàinte!”
(Diana Gabaldon, The Fiery Cross (Chapter 15 – The Flames of Declaration)
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Can you believe it? Outlander Kitchen turns 1 year old today!
I can believe it. This blog is a labour of love for me, and it’s also a lot of work. But in the past 12 months, because of OK, I’ve met – online and in-person – a whole new group of friends, many of whom I talk to everyday. Earlier this month, I traveled to Niagara Falls to meet a dozen of the 70+ women in an online Outlander book club that I joined just after launching OK.
And then just 1 week later, I found myself getting a big ol’ hug from Diana Herself at a book signing at the Surrey International Writers’ Conference. (More on that next week.) Read more…
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