An Echo in the Bone

Jamie Fraser is an eighteenth-century Highlander, an ex-Jacobite traitor, and a reluctant in the American Revolution.  His wife, Claire Randall Fraser, is a surgeon – from the twentieth century.  What she knows of the future compels him to fight.  What she doesn’t know may kill them both.

With one foot in America and one foot in Scotland, Jamie and Claire’s adventure spans the Revolution, from sea battles to print shops, as their paths cross with historical figures from Benjamin Franklin to Benedict Arnold.

Meanwhile, in the relative safety of the twentieth century, their daughter Brianna and her husband experience the unfolding drama of the Revolutionary War through Claire’s letters.  But the letters can’t warn them of the threat that’s rising out of the past to overshadow their family.

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An Eighteenth Century April Fool’s Day 

Being married to John was different, to say the least.  We had friendship, but even that seemed to be strained under the circumstances.  I just couldn’t believe that Jamie was dead.  It wasn’t that I was in denial; I didn’t know what to think.
The morning was bright, sunlight streaming in through the bedroom windows upstairs.  John was still sleeping, so I got up quietly and went down to make myself some tea.  I sat down at the table and tried to make sense of everything that had happened.  Ian was dead, that much I could believe.  As soon as I saw him, I knew he wouldn’t last much longer.  But now … No, Jamie wasn’t dead. I didn’t know how I knew, I just did.  However, I’d play along until I had some sort of proof.

John came down fully dressed a while later and greeted me cordially.

“Going somewhere?” I inquired.

“Not particularly, but I like to be prepared.  Anything could happen, what with the ‘revolution’ going on and all.”

As soon as he spoke the last word, there was a knock at the front door.  One of the servants went open it.

“Is Lord Grey in?  I’m a friend of his,” a voice came from the door.  I heard heavy footsteps coming down the hall.  And he was standing there in front of us.

“Ja-” Grey stammered.  “I thought you were -”

“Ye thought I was dead?” Jamie finished bluntly.  “Haha, well, April Fool’s mis putas!”

I was shocked, but not surprised.  I knew he’d be alright.  Finding the energy to move, time seemed to slow down as I ran toward him, jumping in his arms.  He caught me and we kissed fiercely.

“Mis putas?” I whispered in his ear.

“Roughly ‘my bitches’ in Spanish.”

I pulled back and looked at him quizzically.

“I kid, Sassenach, I kid.” He set me down and turned his attention to Grey, while I turned my attention to Jenny, whom I hadn’t noticed there before.

“Claire,” she began.

“It’s alright, Jenny, it’s alright,” I said, pulling her into a hug.

“I didn’t mean -” she tried again.

“I know.  I forgive you.”

I said goodbye to John, left some instructions as to the post-surgery care of his nephew, Henry, and Jamie, Jenny, and I took our leave of the Grey residence, headed toward Fraser’s Ridge.

A Breath of Snow and Ashes

It is 1772, the eve of the American Revolution, and the long fuse of rebellion has already been lit.  Governor Josiah Martin calls upon Jamie Fraser to unite the backcountry and safeguard the colony for King and Crown.  But there is one problem:  Jamie Fraser’s wife, Claire, is a time-traveler, as well as his daughter and son-in-law.  And Jamie knows that three years hence, the shot heard round the world will be fired, and the end of it all will be independence – with those loyal to the king either dead or in exile.  Beyond everything else, though, looms the threat of a tiny clipping from the Wilmington Gazette dated 1776, which reports the destruction of the house on Fraser’s Ridge and the death by fire of James Fraser and all his family.

For once, Jamie Fraser hopes the time-travelers in his family are wrong about the future – but only time will tell

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The Fiery Cross

The year is 1771, and war is coming.  Jamie Fraser’s wife tells him so.  Little as he wishes to, he must believe it, for hers is a gift of dreadful prophecy – a time traveler’s certain knowledge.  Claire’s unique view of the future has brought him both danger and deliverance in the past; her knowledge of the oncoming revolution is a flickering torch that may light his way through the perilous years ahead – or ignite a conflagration that will leave their lives in ashes.

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