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Séptima entrega de la exitosa saga de Diana Gabaldon "Outlander" en la que se basa la popular serie de televisión.
Una historia de amor diferente, en la que los encuentros fortuitos y el juego equívoco del tiempo se conjugan en un intrigante final.
Jamie Fraser, antiguo jacobita y rebele a su pesar, tiene claras tres cosas sobre la sublevación de las colonias americanas: que ésta prosperará, que luchar en el lado vencedor no es garantía de supervivencia, y que prefiere la muerte a tener que enfrentarse en el campo de batalla a su hijo ilegítimo, un joven teniente del ejército británico. Claire Randall, por su parte, sabe que los americanos triunfarán, pero no a qué precio, y hará cuanto esté en su mano para garantizar la supervivencia y la felicidad de su esposo.
Entretanto, en la relativa seguridad del siglo XX, la hija de Claire y Jamie, Brianna, y su marido, Roger MacKenzie, se han instalado en una casa escocesa con muchos siglos de historia. Allí Brianna encuentra unas cartas que revelan el amor de Claire por Jamie y sus viajes en el tiempo... Conscientes de que su propio futuro depende de ello, Brianna y Roger se ven obligados a encontrar lo antes posible pistas sobre el destino de Claire.
1527 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 22, 2009


Grandfather Tales, the book was titled, with the subtitle, "Stories from the Highlands of Scotland and the Backcountry of the Carolinas," by James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser. Again, printed by A. Bell, Edinburgh, in the same year. The dedication said simply, For my grandchildren.
Claire's portrait had made him laugh; this one moved him almost to tears, and he closed the book gently.
”God, your arse looks fine, wi’ the wet linen of your shift clinging to it, it goes all transparent, and I can see the weight of your buttocks, like great smooth round melons ..."


“This is the thin time, when the beloved dead draw near. The world turns inward, and the chilling air grows thick with dreams and mystery.”

”Have ye ever in the slightest doubt that I need ye?”, he demanded.
“No, to the best of my knowledge, you needed me urgently the moment I saw you and I haven’t had reason to think you’ve got any more self-sufficient since."

He would make her a new garden one day, God willing.

There were pathways in the dark. I knew; I had seen people die. despite physical decay, there was no dying until the pathway was found. I couldn’t - yet - find mine.

”I canna thank of ye dead, Claire. Anything else - but not that. I can’t."

’He took a deep breath, shut his eyes, and commended his soul to God. ‘I have had carnal knowledge of your wife,’ he blurted. He had expected to die more or less instantaneously upon this utterance, but everything continued just as usual. Birds continued chirping in the trees, and the rip and slobber of the horses champing grass was the only sound above that of the rushing water. He opened one eye to find Jamie Fraser standing there regarding him, head to one side. ‘Oh?’ said Jamie curiously. ‘Why?’
