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DROUGHTLANDER2017COUNTDOWN: DAY EIGHTEEN - September 7th

Season Two - Favorite Jamie Moment

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droughtlander 2017 countdown aug 26: favourite season: season one

people disappear all the time. young girls run away from home. children stray from their parents and are never seen again. housewives take the grocery money and a taxi to the train station. most are found eventually. disappearances, after all, have explanations. usually.

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DROUGHTLANDER2017COUNTDOWN DAY ONE :: August 21st

Five words to describe Jamie and Claire - A love stronger than time

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droughtlander 2017 → august 22nd

5 words about claire

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DROUGHTLANDER 2017 COUNTDOWN // (T-16 days): Favourite Secondary Character ∟ Jenny Murray (Laura Donnelly)

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“Hardest thing I ever did, Sassenach.”

“Where are we going, Jamie?” I asked, rejoicing that I could look forward into a future that held him, even as I left behind the last chance of returning to the man who had - who would? once love me. Jamie reined in the horse, pausing to look over his shoulder for a moment. The forbidding circle of standing stones was invisible from here, but the rocky hillside seemed to rise impassable behind us, bristling with boulders and gorse bushes. From here, the crumbling husk of the cottage looked like one more crag, a bony knuckle jutting from the granite fist of the hill. “I wish I could have fought him for you,” he said abruptly, looking back at me. His blue eyes were dark and earnest. I smiled at him, touched. “It wasn’t your fight, it was mine. But you won it anyway.” I reached out a hand, and he squeezed it. “Aye, but that’s not what I meant. If I’d fought him man to man and won, ye’d not need to feel any regret over it.” He hesitated. “If ever-” “There aren’t any more ifs,” I said firmly. “I thought of every one of them yesterday, and here I still am.” “Thank God,” he said, smiling, “and God help you.” Then he added, “Though I’ll never understand why.” I put my arms around his waist and held on as the horse slithered down the last steep slope. “Because,” I said, “I bloody well can’t do without you, Jamie Fraser, and that’s all about it. Now, where are you taking me?” Jamie twisted in his saddle, to look back up the slope. “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.”

Outlander, Diana Gabaldon