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“There are things that I canna tell you, at least not yet. And I'll ask nothing of ye that ye canna give me. But what I would ask of ye---when you do tell me something, let it be the truth. And I'll promise ye the same. We have nothing now between us, save---respect, perhaps. And I think that respect has maybe room for secrets, but not for lies. Do ye agree?”

Quote by Diana Gabaldon

Book:The Outlander Series 8-Book Bundle: Outlander, Dragonfly in Amber, Voyager, Drums of Autumn, The Fiery Cross, A Breath of Snow and Ashes, An Echo in the Bone, Written in My Own Heart's Blood

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The Outlander Series 8-Book Bundle: Outlander, Dragonfly in Amber, Voyager, Drums of Autumn, The Fiery Cross, A Breath of Snow and Ashes, An Echo in the Bone, Written in My Own Heart's Blood

This bundle includes all eight books in Diana Gabaldon's Outlander series. The series follows the story of Claire Randall, a nurse from 1945, who is mysteriously transported back to 1743 Scotland during the Jacobite Rising. There, she meets and falls in love with Jamie Fraser, a Scottish warrior. The series weaves historical events with romance and adventure, exploring themes of love, loss, and the complexities of time travel. more

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Diana Gabaldon is a renowned American author, best known for her historical fantasy novel series 'Outlander'. Her works blend elements of history, love, adventure, and science fiction, captivating readers worldwide. more

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