Voyager Sassenach

"Jamie. There it was; the anchor point to which I had clung, my single hold on sanity."

"I bring ye your vengeance, lady," he said, as quietly as I'd ever heard him speak. He straightened and inclined his head in turn to Mary and Mrs. Munro. "And justice for the wrong done to ye."

"Reckon one of us should know what they're doing," he said.

"Jamie. There it was; the anchor point to which I had clung, my single hold on sanity."

And yet in the moment when she passed him, she was Sorcha. Not only “Claire,” it meant—but light.

“...But no one knows the function or the purpose of the stones.”

Home is where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.

"I skulked about against the wardrobe, trying to look like part of the furniture, wi' the bitty wee comtes and ducs all glancing at me out of the sides of their eyes as though Scottishness were catching."

I could sit alone in the small, cozy parlor of the bed-and-breakfast, alone by the fire with my ghosts. I could mourn them in peace, letting the weariness slip away with my tears, and go at last to seek the temporary oblivion of sleep, in which I might meet them alive once more.

Outlander definitions.- Battle. (x)

Madame et Monsieur Fraser.

Whether he was expecting a demon or an angel was uncertain. He had no idea of the staffing requirements of Purgatory; it wasn’t a matter the dominie had addressed in his schooldays.

“I did then, and I’m sorry, Ian. Come here, a bhalaich.” Jamie reached out and took him in a close embrace, patting his back and murmuring to him in Gaelic.

'I do not know if the wound is mortal, but Claire- I do feel my own heart's blood leave me, when I look at you.'

"You are mine," it had said. "Mine! And I will not let you go."

Good luck tonight on Golden Globes  Caitriona Balfe, our lovely Claire! <3