The Outlander Series Bundle: Books 1, 2, 3, and 4: Outlander, Dragonfly in Amber, Voyager, Drums of Autumn

The Outlander Series Bundle: Books 1, 2, 3, and 4: Outlander, Dragonfly in Amber, Voyager, Drums of Autumn

by Diana Gabaldon

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ISBN-13: 9780804181136
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 04/28/2015
Series: Outlander
Sold by: Random House
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 3472
Sales rank: 7,026
File size: 5 MB

About the Author

Diana Gabaldon is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the wildly popular Outlander novels—Outlander, Dragonfly in Amber, Voyager, Drums of Autumn, The Fiery Cross, A Breath of Snow and Ashes (for which she won a Quill Award and the Corine International Book Prize), An Echo in the Bone, and Written in My Own Heart’s Blood—as well as the related Lord John Grey books Lord John and the Private Matter, Lord John and the Brotherhood of the Blade, Lord John and the Hand of Devils, and The Scottish Prisoner; one work of nonfiction, The Outlandish Companion; and the Outlander graphic novel The Exile. She lives in Scottsdale, Arizona, with her husband.


From the Boxed Set edition.

Hometown:

Flagstaff, Arizona

Date of Birth:

January 11, 1952

Place of Birth:

Flagstaff, Arizona

Education:

B.S., Northern Arizona University, 1973; M.S., Scripps Oceanographic Institute; Ph.D., Northern Arizona University, 1979

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1
 
A NEW BEGINNING
 
It wasn’t a very likely place for disappearances, at least at first glance. Mrs. Baird’s was like a thousand other Highland bed-and-breakfast establishments in 1945; clean and quiet, with fading floral wallpaper, gleaming floors, and a coin-operated hot-water geyser in the lavatory. Mrs. Baird herself was squat and easygoing, and made no objection to Frank lining her tiny rose-sprigged parlor with the dozens of books and papers with which he always traveled.
 
I met Mrs. Baird in the front hall on my way out. She stopped me with a pudgy hand on my arm and patted at my hair.
 
“Dear me, Mrs. Randall, ye canna go out like that! Here, just let me tuck that bit in for ye. There! That’s better. Ye know, my cousin was tellin’ me about a new perm she tried, comes out beautiful and holds like a dream; perhaps ye should try that kind next time.”
 
I hadn’t the heart to tell her that the waywardness of my light brown curls was strictly the fault of nature, and not due to any dereliction on the part of the permanent-wave manufacturers. Her own tightly marcelled waves suffered from no such perversity.
 
“Yes, I’ll do that, Mrs. Baird,” I lied. “I’m just going down to the village to meet Frank. We’ll be back for tea.” I ducked out the door and down the path before she could detect any further defects in my undisciplined appearance. After four years as a Royal Army nurse, I was enjoying the escape from uniforms and rationing by indulging in brightly printed light cotton dresses, totally unsuited for rough walking through the heather.
 
Not that I had originally planned to do a lot of that; my thoughts ran more on the lines of sleeping late in the mornings, and long, lazy afternoons in bed with Frank, not sleeping. However, it was difficult to maintain the proper mood of languorous romance with Mrs. Baird industriously Hoovering away outside our door.
 
“That must be the dirtiest bit of carpet in the entire Scottish Highlands,” Frank had observed that morning as we lay in bed listening to the ferocious roar of the vacuum in the hallway.
 
“Nearly as dirty as our landlady’s mind,” I agreed. “Perhaps we should have gone to Brighton after all.” We had chosen the Highlands as a place to holiday before Frank took up his appointment as a history professor at Oxford, on the grounds that Scotland had been somewhat less touched by the physical horrors of war than the rest of Britain, and was less susceptible to the frenetic postwar gaiety that infected more popular vacation spots.
 
And without discussing it, I think we both felt that it was a symbolic place to reestablish our marriage; we had been married and spent a two-day honeymoon in the Highlands, shortly before the outbreak of war seven years before. A peaceful refuge in which to rediscover each other, we thought, not realizing that, while golf and fishing are Scotland’s most popular outdoor sports, gossip is the most popular indoor sport. And when it rains as much as it does in Scotland, people spend a lot of time indoors.
 
“Where are you going?” I asked, as Frank swung his feet out of bed.
 
“I’d hate the dear old thing to be disappointed in us,” he answered. Sitting up on the side of the ancient bed, he bounced gently up and down, creating a piercing rhythmic squeak. The Hoovering in the hall stopped abruptly. After a minute or two of bouncing, he gave a loud, theatrical groan and collapsed backward with a twang of protesting springs. I giggled helplessly into a pillow, so as not to disturb the breathless silence outside.
 
Frank waggled his eyebrows at me. “You’re supposed to moan ecstatically, not giggle,” he admonished in a whisper. “She’ll think I’m not a good lover.”
 
“You’ll have to keep it up for longer than that, if you expect ecstatic moans,” I answered. “Two minutes doesn’t deserve any more than a giggle.”
 
“Inconsiderate little wench. I came here for a rest, remember?”
 
“Lazybones. You’ll never manage the next branch on your family tree unless you show a bit more industry than that.”
 
Frank’s passion for genealogy was yet another reason for choosing the Highlands. According to one of the filthy scraps of paper he lugged to and fro, some tiresome ancestor of his had had something to do with something or other in this region back in the middle of the eighteenth—or was it seventeenth?—century.
 
“If I end as a childless stub on my family tree, it will undoubtedly be the fault of our untiring hostess out there. After all, we’ve been married almost eight years. Little Frank Jr. will be quite legitimate without being conceived in the presence of a witness.”
 
“If he’s conceived at all,” I said pessimistically. We had been disappointed yet again the week before leaving for our Highland retreat.
 
“With all this bracing fresh air and healthy diet? How could we help but manage here?” Dinner the night before had been herring, fried. Lunch had been herring, pickled. And the pungent scent now wafting up the stairwell strongly intimated that breakfast was to be herring, kippered.
 
“Unless you’re contemplating an encore performance for the edification of Mrs. Baird,” I suggested, “you’d better get dressed. Aren’t you meeting that parson at ten?” The Rev. Dr. Reginald Wakefield, vicar of the local parish, was to provide some rivetingly fascinating baptismal registers for Frank’s inspection, not to mention the glittering prospect that he might have unearthed some moldering army despatches or somesuch that mentioned the notorious ancestor.
 
“What’s the name of that great-great-great-great-grandfather of yours again?” I asked. “The one that mucked about here during one of the Risings? I can’t remember if it was Willy or Walter.”
 
“Actually, it was Jonathan.” Frank took my complete disinterest in family history placidly, but remained always on guard, ready to seize the slightest expression of inquisitiveness as an excuse for telling me all facts known to date about the early Randalls and their connections. His eyes assumed the fervid gleam of the fanatic lecturer as he buttoned his shirt.
 
“Jonathan Wolverton Randall—Wolverton for his mother’s uncle, a minor knight from Sussex. He was, however, known by the rather dashing nickname of ‘Black Jack,’ something he acquired in the army, probably during the time he was stationed here.” I flopped facedown on the bed and affected to snore. Ignoring me, Frank went on with his scholarly exegesis.
 
“He bought his commission in the mid-thirties—1730s, that is—and served as a captain of dragoons. According to those old letters Cousin May sent me, he did quite well in the army. Good choice for a second son, you know; his younger brother followed tradition as well by becoming a curate, but I haven’t found out much about him yet. Anyway, Jack Randall was highly commended by the Duke of Sandringham for his activities before and during the ’45—the second—Jacobite Rising, you know,” he amplified for the benefit of the ignorant amongst his audience, namely me. “You know, Bonnie Prince Charlie and that lot?”
 
“I’m not entirely sure the Scots realize they lost that one,” I interrupted, sitting up and trying to subdue my hair. “I distinctly heard the barman at that pub last night refer to us as Sassenachs.”
 
“Well, why not?” said Frank equably. “It only means ‘Englishman,’ after all, or at worst, ‘outlander,’ and we’re all of that.”
 
“I know what it means. It was the tone I objected to.”
 
Frank searched through the bureau drawer for a belt. “He was just annoyed because I told him the ale was weak. I told him the true Highland brew requires an old boot to be added to the vat, and the final product to be strained through a well-worn undergarment.”
 
“Ah, that accounts for the amount of the bill.”
 
“Well, I phrased it a little more tactfully than that, but only because the Gaelic language hasn’t got a specific word for drawers.”
 
“I reached for a pair of my own, intrigued. “Why not? Did the ancient Gaels not wear undergarments?”
 
Frank leered. “You’ve never heard that old song about what a Scotsman wears beneath his kilts?”
 
“Presumably not gents’ knee-length step-ins,” I said dryly. “Perhaps I’ll go out in search of a local kilt-wearer whilst you’re cavorting with vicars and ask him.”
 
“Well, do try not to get arrested, Claire. The dean of St. Giles College wouldn’t like it at all.”
 

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Outlander 4-Copy Boxed Set: Outlander, Dragonfly in Amber, Voyager, Drums of Autumn 4.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 37 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Beautifully written epic, historical fiction. Claire is a 28 year old english ex- military field nurse. She & her husband,frank are enjoying their long awaited honeymoon when claire is accidently thrown back to 18th century scottish highlands. She is captured by a highlander clan which includes a wounded young man, jaime. Even as she fights to return to frank, Claire's & jaime's lives become entertwined as no other. You are immersed in the life of the highland scots, the harsh beauty of the highlands, & the tragic, vividly described clashes with english soldiers. You are there! Diana gabaldon, a marine biologist & ecologist, poetically combines her knowledge of science, nature, & the historical past. Her written imagery is so powerful that i was able to see it what was being described in my mind. I made myself absorb every word, & sentence. She is able to pull you into the rare, unbelievably intense bond between claire, jaime, & frank. The give & take dialog between claire & jaime can make you chuckle or in the next moment melt your heart. Being a 20th century woman, claire, of course, is not happy with how an 18th century woman is supposed to behave. She is quite modest in describing herself & her demeanor, but those who meet her, have their own observations. Jaime is more out there, an unbelievably beautiful man; rugged & unusually large. Both claire & jaime; the women & men that touch their lives have surprising & mysterious depths that are revealed as this saga progresses. It is also interesting to note that the author has switched certain emotions, reactions, & situations that is experienced by the heroine & the hero.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I absolutely loved these books! But I have never read such explicit sex scenes and would have preferred to have used my imagination. I love a great love story and this was one of my all time favorites. I am now watching the series which has not disappointed me at all, but again would like to have left a lot of the sex scenes out of it. I would rate this series “X” if there were still such a rating.
livliv16 More than 1 year ago
I really want this book pack for my new glow light NOOK plus.
Rainbowdreams More than 1 year ago
I haven't completed reading the entire series- however, thus far, I have ZERO regrets about buying the bundle! And the STARZ television version... if you haven't seen it- you really should- The casting is "spot-on" and script is well done!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The story draws you in like cookies and milk, or Scotch to a dashing Scottsman, or a gentlemen would do any thing for his wife and Clan when in need!!
Anonymous 12 days ago
Can’t wait to read books 5-8 in the series.
Anonymous 3 months ago
I loved it!
Anonymous 3 months ago
amusing%2C+fast-paced+read
Anonymous 6 months ago
MG4
Anonymous 8 months ago
Amazing!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love the Outlander 4 book set! Love the books, look forward to reading all 8.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I greatly enjoyed the first and second books. While the third and fourth were not bad reads I did find myself waning when descriptions of certain things seemed to go on forever. Still, I am looking to read the next four books so clearly they are worth the time!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved all of them!! I couldn't put them down!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Gabaldon writes amazing characters that just come to life from page 1. This was actually a re-read for me. Worth your time. A little adult at points, but fantastic.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great books
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
These four books were nicely done. Kept you on the edge of your seat wanting more.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great series
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is one of the Most exciting series of Books That is Written!! Romance- adventure. --- So much More. Historically Accurate and the characters become Real in such a way that you don't want them to End!!! Diana Gabaldon. Has told a fantastic story. That No one should Miss. It is Truly a Read that everyone can enjoy.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I can’t wait to start the next books!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Beautiful look into love and obligation.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I want to go to the Highlands.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Diana never disappoints me! I love her! She is an amazing storyteller!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Hard to put down!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It took me a year to read this series, best books I've read in a long time . Thank you Outlander
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This series has gripped me for 8 months now. I've been dragged through time. I've stayed up way past my bed time and have been exhausted for work. I don't regret a single page read.