1. 18 Jan


    J & F draw a line in the sand.
    Single malt for the Highlander, sherry for the Englishman.
    Hard stares across the divide; Jamie with the clear gold - Frank on the frosted, darker side. Hard stares across the divide; Jamie with the clear gold - Frank on the frosted, darker side.
    The battle for the centre of the board.
    Jamie marches past Frank's last defense to claim a (strong) king.
    A last-ditch rally by Frank only delays the inevitable.
    "There's no hope, man. I've got ye surrounded."
    Defeated, Frank slides under the table. Jamie stumbles home to his prize.

    Jamie & Frank play drunken checkers.  Read the whole post, complete with book excerpts, at Outlander Kitchen.

     

  2. 18 Jul


     

  3. 1 Jul


    “Are ye then? Oh, God, Claire!” He clasped me against his chest then, holding me tightly. “Jesus, Claire. I though he were dead, sure. You…you began to…go, somehow. You had the most awful look on your face, like ye were frightened to death. I — I pulled ye back from the stone. I stopped ye, I shouldna have done so — I’m sorry, lassie.”

    “Are ye then? Oh, God, Claire!” He clasped me against his chest then, holding me tightly. “Jesus, Claire. I though he were dead, sure. You…you began to…go, somehow. You had the most awful look on your face, like ye were frightened to death. I — I pulled ye back from the stone. I stopped ye, I shouldna have done so — I’m sorry, lassie.”

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  4. 27 May


     

  5. 4 May


    Jamie’s Rusty Nail A sudden roar from the roof above startled me out of my thoughts. I walked out into the dooryard and looked up, shading my eyes against the morning sun.  Jamie was sitting astride the rooftree, rocking to and fro over one hand, which he held curled into his belly.  “What’s going on up there?”  I called. “I’ve got a splinter,” came the terse answer,obviously spoken through clenched teeth.  I wanted to laugh, if only as small escape from tension, but didn’t. “Well, come down, then.  I’ll pull it out.” “I’m no finished!” “I don’t care!” I said, suddenly impatient with him.  “Come down this minute.  I want to talk to you.” A bag of nails hit the grass with a sudden clank, followed instantly by the hammer. First things first, then. Diana Gabaldon, A Breath of Snow and Ashes, Chapter 30 – The Captive

    Jamie’s Rusty Nail

    A sudden roar from the roof above startled me out of my thoughts.

    I walked out into the dooryard and looked up, shading my eyes against the morning sun.  Jamie was sitting astride the rooftree, rocking to and fro over one hand, which he held curled into his belly. 

    “What’s going on up there?”  I called.

    “I’ve got a splinter,” came the terse answer,obviously spoken through clenched teeth. 

    I wanted to laugh, if only as small escape from tension, but didn’t.

    “Well, come down, then.  I’ll pull it out.”

    “I’m no finished!”

    “I don’t care!” I said, suddenly impatient with him.  “Come down this minute.  I want to talk to you.”

    A bag of nails hit the grass with a sudden clank, followed instantly by the hammer.

    First things first, then.

    Diana Gabaldon, A Breath of Snow and Ashes, Chapter 30 – The Captive

     

  6. 29 Mar


    Jamie & Frank Play Checkers 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.” Diana Gabaldon, Outlander (Chapter 25)

    Jamie & Frank Play Checkers

    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.”

    Diana Gabaldon, Outlander (Chapter 25)

     

  7. 19 Mar


    Claire’s Nettle-Kissed Buns (inspired by Dragonfly in Amber by Diana Gabaldon)

    Claire’s Nettle-Kissed Buns (inspired by Dragonfly in Amber by Diana Gabaldon)

     

  8. 19 Mar


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