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Diana Gabaldon

Date de naissance: 11. janvier 1952

Diana Gabaldon, née le 11 janvier 1952 à Flagstaff en Arizona, est une romancière américaine d'origine mexicaine et anglaise.

Elle a écrit la série populaire Le Chardon et le Tartan. Ses romans sont assez difficiles à classifier par genre puisqu'ils empruntent tant au roman d'amour qu'au roman historique et à la science-fiction . Ses premiers essais d'écriture furent postés sur le forum d'écriture de CompuServe. Des commentaires positifs de la part d'autres membres du forum la persuadèrent de finir et de publier le premier roman de la série Le Chardon et le Tartan. Les romans de cette série sont centrés autour de Claire, une infirmière anglaise du XXe siècle qui voyage dans le temps et de son mari Jamie, un guerrier écossais du XVIIIe siècle. L'histoire est d'ailleurs le plus souvent racontée du point de vue de Claire. La série Lord John Grey est un spinoff de la précédente et reprend les aventures d'un des personnages secondaires apparaissant dans plusieurs tomes.

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„Because I wanted you." He turned from the window to face me. "More than I ever wanted anything in my life," he added softly.

I continued staring at him, dumbstruck. Whatever I had been expecting, it wasn't this. Seeing my openmouthed expression, he continued lightly. "When I asked my da how ye knew which was the right woman, he told me when the time came, I'd have no doubt. And I didn't. When I woke in the dark under that tree on the road to Leoch, with you sitting on my chest, cursing me for bleeding to death, I said to myself, 'Jamie Fraser, for all ye canna see what she looks like, and for all she weighs as much as a good draft horse, this is the woman'"

I started toward him, and he backed away, talking rapidly. "I said to myself, 'She's mended ye twice in as many hours, me lad; life amongst the MacKenzies being what it is, it might be as well to wed a woman as can stanch a wound and set broken bones.' And I said to myself, 'Jamie, lad, if her touch feels so bonny on your collarbone, imagine what it might feel like lower down...'"

He dodged around a chair. "Of course, I thought it might ha' just been the effects of spending four months in a monastery, without benefit of female companionship, but then that ride through the dark together"--he paused to sigh theatrically, neatly evading my grab at his sleeve--"with that lovely broad arse wedged between my thighs"--he ducked a blow aimed at his left ear and sidestepped, getting a low table between us--"and that rock-solid head thumping me in the chest"--a small metal ornament bounced off his own head and went clanging to the floor--"I said to myself..."

He was laughing so hard at this point that he had to gasp for breath between phrases. "Jamie... I said... for all she's a Sassenach bitch... with a tongue like an adder's... with a bum like that... what does it matter if she's a f-face like a sh-sh-eep?"

I tripped him neatly and landed on his stomach with both knees as he hit the floor with a crash that shook the house.

"You mean to tell me that you married me out of love?" I demanded. He raised his eyebrows, struggling to draw in breath.

"Have I not... just been... saying so?“
Outlander




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