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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
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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“Not a single thought managed to take shape in her mind: for the likeness of this day to the last seemed to her the clearest proof that it would be another quite useless day, a day she would gladly have done without. For a moment she thought that a day like this would be pointless for anyone on earth, then abruptly changed her mind as she realised that thousands of women, after a hard week's work, or a family quarrel, or even just after catching a cold, would envy her just for having the leisure to rest in comfort.”

“She had spent all her life in feeling miserable; this misery was her native element; its fluctuations, its varying depths, alone save her the impression of moving and living. What bothers me is that a sense of misery, and nothing else, is not enough to make a permanent soul. My enormous and morose Mademoiselle is all right on earth but impossible in eternity.”