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Just to be clear here:  I don’t personally run tours of Scotland, and never intend to.  I have no commercial or financial connection with any such tours, either. I do know people who do run tours there, though, and several of them  (over the years) have asked whether I would mind them putting together and advertising special tours based on locations in the OUTLANDER novels.   This is courteous of them—after all, I couldn’t stop them doing that if they liked—and I’ve heard good things about all of these tour operators from people who’ve been on their tours. Since people do often write to me, wanting to know where they should go in Scotland, I thought it might be helpful to add a section here featuring these tour operators (I haven’t met all of them personally, but have at least talked with all of them by email, and have, as a I say, heard from people who’ve taken their tours and been very pleased). I’ve asked tour operators I know personally […]

Copyright 1994 Diana Gabaldon He was dead. However, his nose throbbed painfully, which he thought odd in the circumstances. While he placed considerable trust in the understanding and mercy of his Creator, he harbored the residue of elemental guilt that made all men fear the chance of hell. Still, all he had ever heard of hell made him think it unlikely that the torments reserved for its luckless inhabitants could be restricted to a sore nose. On the other hand, this couldn’t be heaven, on several counts. For one, he didn’t deserve it. For another, it didn’t look it. And for a third, he doubted that the rewards of the blessed included a broken nose, any more than those of the damned. While he had always thought of Purgatory as a gray sort of place, the faint reddish light that hid everything around him seemed suitable. His mind was clearing a bit, and his power to reason was coming back, if slowly. Someone, he thought rather crossly, ought to see […]

Copyright 1994 Diana Gabaldon INVERNESS MAY 2 , 1968 Of course he’s dead!’’ Claire’s voice was sharp with agitation; it rang loudly in the half-empty study, echoing among the rifled bookshelves. She stood against the cork-lined wall like a prisoner awaiting a firing squad, staring from her daughter to Roger Wakefield and back again. ‘‘I don’t think so.’’ Roger felt terribly tired. He rubbed a hand over his face, then picked up the folder from the desk; the one containing all the research he’d done since Claire and her daughter had first come to him, three weeks before, and asked his help. He opened the folder and thumbed slowly through the contents. The Jacobites of Culloden. The Rising of the ’45. The gallant Scots who had rallied to the banner of Bonnie Prince Charlie, and cut through Scotland like a blazing sword—only to come to ruin and defeat against the Duke of Cumberland on the gray moor at Culloden. ‘‘Here,’’ he said, plucking out several sheets clipped together. The archaic […]

This one’s still under construction.  “The Space Between” is either a long short story or a novella (probably the latter), intended for an anthology titled THE MAD SCIENTIST’S GUIDE TO WORLD DOMINATION, edited by John Joseph Adams. (No pub date available yet.)   This one deals with Michael Murray–second son of Ian and Jenny, Young Ian’s next-elder brother–and with Joan McKimmie, Laoghaire’s second daughter and Marsali’s younger sister.   We last saw Joan embarked for France, under Michael’s protection, there to take up her vocation as a nun. Copyright 2011 Diana Gabaldon They did say that red hair was a sign of the Devil.  Joan eyed her escort’s fiery locks consideringly.  The wind on deck was fierce enough to make her eyes water, and it jerked bits of Michael Murray’s hair out of its binding so they did dance round his head like flames, a bit.  You might expect his face to be ugly as sin if he was one of the Devil’s, though, and it wasn’t. Lucky for him, he looked […]