The Outlander Series Bundle: Books 5, 6, 7, and 8: The Fiery Cross, A Breath of Snow and Ashes, An Echo in the Bone, Written in My Own Heart's Blood

The Outlander Series Bundle: Books 5, 6, 7, and 8: The Fiery Cross, A Breath of Snow and Ashes, An Echo in the Bone, Written in My Own Heart's Blood

by Diana Gabaldon

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The Outlander Series Bundle: Books 5, 6, 7, and 8: The Fiery Cross, A Breath of Snow and Ashes, An Echo in the Bone, Written in My Own Heart's Blood by Diana Gabaldon

As their story is told on the hit Starz series, the unforgettable adventures of steadfast Highland warrior Jamie Fraser and time-traveling Englishwoman Claire Randall continue in the ongoing Outlander novels. This eBook bundle includes the fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth books in the series:
 
THE FIERY CROSS
A BREATH OF SNOW AND ASHES
AN ECHO IN THE BONE
WRITTEN IN MY OWN HEART’S BLOOD
 
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.
 
Praise for Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander novels
 
“Marvelous and fantastic adventures, romance, sex . . . perfect escape reading.”San Francisco Chronicle, on Outlander
 
“History comes deliciously alive on the page.”—New York Daily News, on Outlander
 
“A grand adventure written on a canvas that probes the heart, weighs the soul and measures the human spirit across [centuries].”—CNN, on The Fiery Cross
 
“The large scope of the novel allows Gabaldon to do what she does best, paint in exquisite detail the lives of her characters.”Booklist, on A Breath of Snow and Ashes
 
“Features all the passion and swashbuckling that fans of this historical fantasy series have come to expect.”People, on Written in My Own Heart’s Blood

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781101968482
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 10/13/2015
Series: Outlander
Sold by: Random House
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 3488
Sales rank: 12,579
File size: 12 MB
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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; two works of nonfiction, The Outlandish Companion and The Outlandish Companion, Volume Two; and the Outlander graphic novel The Exile. She lives in Scottsdale, Arizona, with her husband.

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
 
HAPPY THE BRIDE
THE SUN SHINES ON
 
Mount Helicon
The Royal Colony of North Carolina
Late October, 1770
 
I woke to the patter of rain on canvas, with the feel of my first husband’s kiss on my lips. I blinked, disoriented, and by reflex put my fingers to my mouth. To keep the feeling, or to hide it? I wondered, even as I did so.
 
Jamie stirred and murmured in his sleep next to me, his movement rousing a fresh wave of scent from the cedar branches under our bottom quilt. Perhaps the ghost’s passing had disturbed him. I frowned at the empty air outside our lean-to.
 
Go away, Frank, I thought sternly.
 
It was still dark outside, but the mist that rose from the damp earth was a pearly gray; dawn wasn’t far off. Nothing stirred, inside or out, but I had the distinct sense of an ironic amusement that lay on my skin like the lightest of touches.
 
Shouldn’t I come to see her married?
 
I couldn’t tell whether the words had formed themselves in my thoughts, or whether they—and that kiss—were merely the product of my own subconscious. I had fallen asleep with my mind still busy with wedding preparations; little wonder that I should wake from dreams of weddings. And wedding nights.
 
I smoothed the rumpled muslin of my shift, uneasily aware that it was rucked up around my waist and that my skin was flushed with more than sleep. I didn’t remember anything concrete about the dream that had wakened me; only a confused jumble of image and sensation. I thought perhaps that was a good thing.
 
I turned over on the rustling branches, nudging close to Jamie. He was warm and smelled pleasantly of woodsmoke and whisky, with a faint tang of sleepy maleness under it, like the deep note of a lingering chord. I stretched myself, very slowly, arching my back so that my pelvis nudged his hip. If he were sound asleep or disinclined, the gesture was slight enough to pass unnoticed; if he were not …
 
He wasn’t. He smiled faintly, eyes still closed, and a big hand ran slowly down my back, settling with a firm grip on my bottom.
 
“Mmm?” he said. “Hmmmm.” He sighed, and relaxed back into sleep, holding on.
 
I nestled close, reassured. The immediate physicality of Jamie was more than enough to banish the touch of lingering dreams. And Frank—if that was Frank—was right, so far as that went. I was sure that if such a thing were possible, Bree would want both her fathers at her wedding.
 
I was wide awake now, but much too comfortable to move. It was raining outside; a light rain, but the air was cold and damp enough to make the cozy nest of quilts more inviting than the distant prospect of hot coffee. Particularly since the getting of coffee would involve a trip to the stream for water, making up the campfire—oh, God, the wood would be damp, even if the fire hadn’t gone completely out—grinding the coffee in a stone quern and brewing it, while wet leaves blew round my ankles and drips from overhanging tree branches slithered down my neck.
 
Shivering at the thought, I pulled the top quilt up over my bare shoulder and instead resumed the mental catalogue of preparations with which I had fallen asleep.
 
Food, drink … luckily I needn’t trouble about that. Jamie’s aunt Jocasta would deal with the arrangements; or rather, her black butler, Ulysses, would. Wedding guests—no difficulties there. We were in the middle of the largest Gathering of Scottish Highlanders in the Colonies, and food and drink were being provided. Engraved invitations would not be necessary.
 
Bree would have a new dress, at least; Jocasta’s gift as well. Dark blue wool—silk was both too expensive and too impractical for life in the backwoods. It was a far cry from the white satin and orange blossom I had once envisioned her wearing to be married in—but then, this was scarcely the marriage anyone might have imagined in the 1960s.
 
I wondered what Frank might have thought of Brianna’s husband. He likely would have approved; Roger was a historian—or once had been—like Frank himself. He was intelligent and humorous, a talented musician and a gentle man, thoroughly devoted to Brianna and little Jemmy.
 
Which is very admirable indeed, I thought in the direction of the mist, under the circumstances.
 
You admit that, do you? The words formed in my inner ear as though he had spoken them, ironic, mocking both himself and me.
 
Jamie frowned and tightened his grasp on my buttock, making small whuffling noises in his sleep.
 
You know I do, I said silently. I always did, and you know it, so just bugger off, will you?!
 
I turned my back firmly on the outer air and laid my head on Jamie’s shoulder, seeking refuge in the feel of the soft, crumpled linen of his shirt.
 
I rather thought Jamie was less inclined than I—or perhaps Frank—to give Roger credit for accepting Jemmy as his own. To Jamie, it was a simple matter of obligation; an honorable man could not do otherwise. And I knew he had his doubts as to Roger’s ability to support and protect a family in the Carolina wilderness. Roger was tall, well-built, and capable—but “bonnet, belt, and swordie” were the stuff of songs to Roger; to Jamie, they were the tools of his trade.
 
The hand on my bottom squeezed suddenly, and I started.
 
“Sassenach,” Jamie said drowsily, “you’re squirming like a toadling in a wee lad’s fist. D’ye need to get up and go to the privy?”
 
“Oh, you’re awake,” I said, feeling mildly foolish.
 
 “I am now,” he said. The hand fell away, and he stretched, groaning. His bare feet popped out at the far end of the quilt, long toes spread wide.
 
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
 
“Och, dinna fash yourself,” he assured me. He cleared his throat and rubbed a hand through the ruddy waves of his loosened hair, blinking. “I was dreaming like a fiend; I always do when I sleep cold.” He lifted his head and peered down across the quilt, wiggling his exposed toes with disfavor. “Why did I not sleep wi’ my stockings on?”
 
“Really? What were you dreaming about?” I asked, with a small stab of uneasiness. I rather hoped he hadn’t been dreaming the same sort of thing I had.
 
“Horses,” he said, to my immediate relief. I laughed.
 
“What sort of fiendish dreams could you be having about horses?”
 
“Oh, God, it was terrible.” He rubbed his eyes with both fists and shook his head, trying to clear the dream from his mind. “All to do wi’ the Irish kings. Ye ken what MacKenzie was sayin’ about it, at the fire last night?”
 
“Irish ki—oh!” I remembered, and laughed again at the recollection. “Yes, I do.”
 
Roger, flushed with the triumph of his new engagement, had regaled the company around the fireside the night before with songs, poems, and entertaining historical anecdotes—one of which concerned the rites with which the ancient Irish kings were said to have been crowned. One of these involved the successful candidate copulating with a white mare before the assembled multitudes, presumably to prove his virility—though I thought it would be a better proof of the gentleman’s sangfroid, myself.”
 
“I was in charge o’ the horse,” Jamie informed me. “And everything went wrong. The man was too short, and I had to find something for him to stand on. I found a rock, but I couldna lift it. Then a stool, but the leg came off in my hand. Then I tried to pile up bricks to make a platform, but they crumbled to sand. Finally they said it was all right, they would just cut the legs off the mare, and I was trying to stop them doing that, and the man who would be king was jerkin’ at his breeks and complaining that his fly buttons wouldna come loose, and then someone noticed that it was a black mare, and that wouldna do at all.”
 
I snorted, muffling my laughter in a fold of his shirt for fear of wakening someone camped near us.
 
“Is that when you woke up?”
 
“No. For some reason, I was verra much affronted at that. I said it would do, in fact the black was a much better horse, for everyone knows that white horses have weak een, and I said the offspring would be blind. And they said no, no, the black was ill luck, and I was insisting it was not, and …” He stopped, clearing his throat.
 
“And?”
 
He shrugged and glanced sideways at me, a faint flush creeping up his neck.
 
“Aye, well. I said it would do fine, I’d show them. And I had just grasped the mare’s rump to stop her moving, and was getting ready to … ah … make myself king of Ireland. That’s when I woke.”
 
I snorted and wheezed, and felt his side vibrate with his own suppressed laughter.
 
“Oh, now I’m really sorry to have wakened you!” I wiped my eyes on the corner of the quilt. “I’m sure it was a great loss to the Irish. Though I do wonder how the queens of Ireland felt about that particular ceremony,” I added as an afterthought.
 

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The Outlander Series Bundle: Books 5, 6, 7, and 8: The Fiery Cross, A Breath of Snow and Ashes, An Echo in the Bone, Written in My Own Heart's Blood 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 13 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
As beautifully written as the first four novels; even more so, if possible. It continues an epic story that is full of adventure, deeply affecting, rich in history, vivid imagery, tragedy, full of passion, love, sex. The story of claire & jaime continues to pull the reader deeper into their lives as they journy from scotland, to jamaica, & ultimately to north carolina. The humans, animals, nature, the happenings of daily life, are mesmerizing & touching; brianna (claire's & jaime's daughter) , roger, ian, mr & mrs bug, lord grey, william, rollo (the half wolf dog), clarence, the mule, & that horrible, gigantic pig, to name a few. I must say that claire is truly my hero. Her strengh, tenacity, cool, dry, english woman, yet earthy sense of humor. Also, she would be considered somewhat nerdy in the 21st century. I love it! Her sense of empathy, yet her dispassionate, scientific focused persona, as she performs surgery, whether life saving or not, resonates with me as no other character. The dialog between claire & jaime continued to make me cry, tear up, smile, laugh out loud, & melt my heart. Claire, who's face cannot hide her true feelings, expresses her love for jaime with understated, kind of nerdy comments. Jaime of the stoic face, is capable of some astonishingly beautiful expressions of his feelings for claire that can create truly oh my god moments! It's been several weeks since I finished this series & I still have not fully recovered from this chest clenching, fist clenching story of claire & jaime. I did not want it to end!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
So richly detailed the characters and scenes came to life for me. I recommend this series. Cannot get enough of the adventures, history, mystery and fantasy!
Anonymous 3 months ago
The highlander series has been the best written, most entertaining stories I have read in years!!! I couldn’t put them down. The characters were riveting and the author truly took me with them on their journeys. I was So sad when I finished the series! look forward to reading the authors other books!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Hard to put down.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I never wanted to put this down. Now, on to Starz!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I am a retired registered nurse. I know many of the medical references are a stretch of reality but I don’t care. It’s fiction! And wouldn’t it be amazing to have those abilities and that knowledge of the future to help people and change their future!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Chris inspired me to watch the Starz original series with her. Sadly her alcoholism returned and she did not survive to the coming of the second series. I want to think she and I were Claire and Jamie due to our passion for each other. But my fear is that we had become Claire and Frank. God knows if she could have returned to me. If she had, we would have been Claire and Jaime.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Wish it went on.
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