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“Había amado a Frank, todavía lo amaba y amaba a Jamie más que a mi propia vida. Pero restringida por los límites del tiempo y la carne, no podía tener a ambos. ¿y mas allá quizás? ¿había un lugar donde el tiempo no existía o se detenía?. Anselm creía que si. Un sitio donde todo era posible y nada era necesario.”

Quote by Diana Gabaldon

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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

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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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