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“There were moments, of course. Those small spaces in time, too soon gone, when everything seems to stand still, and existence is balanced on a perfect point, like the moment of change between the dark and the light, and when both and neither surround you.”

Quote by Diana Gabaldon

Work

Outlander

In 'Outlander,' author Diana Gabaldon weaves a tale of adventure, love, and historical intrigue. The story follows Claire Randall, a World War II nurse, who is mysteriously swept back in time to 1743. In this new world, she encounters the dashing Jamie Fraser, a Scottish Highlander, and becomes entangled in a dangerous web of political intrigue and forbidden romance. The novel combines elements of historical fiction, romance, and science fiction, offering readers a richly detailed and emotionally charged narrative. more

Author

Diana Gabaldon
Diana Gabaldon

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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