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“The ninth Earl of Ellesmere had his chin thrust out as far as it would go, but the defiant look in his eye was tempered with a certain doubt as he intercepted Jamie’s cold blue gaze. Jamie set the horse’s hoof down slowly, just as slowly stood up, and drawing himself to his full height of six feet four, put his hands on his hips, looked down at the Earl, three feet six, and said, very softly, “No.”

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Voyager

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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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