Read The Outlander Series 7-Book Bundle Online
Authors: Diana Gabaldon
10.
FIRESHIP
12.
ENOUGH
13.
UNREST
17.
WEE DEMONS
19.
AE FOND KISS
20.
I REGRET …
22.
FLUTTERBY
P
ART
T
HREE
Privateer
23.
CORRESPONDENCE FROM THE FRONT
24.
JOYEUX NÖEL
26.
STAG AT BAY
28.
HILLTOPS
29.
CONVERSATION WITH A HEADMASTER
30.
SHIPS THAT PASS IN THE NIGHT
31.
A GUIDED TOUR THROUGH THE CHAMBERS OF THE HEART
P
ART
F
OUR
Conjunction
34.
PSALMS, 30
35.
TICONDEROGA
37.
PURGATORY
38.
PLAIN SPEECH
40.
THE BLESSING OF BRIDE AND OF MICHAEL
P
ART
F
IVE
To the Precipice
42.
CROSSROAD
43.
COUNTDOWN
44.
FRIENDS
45.
THREE ARROWS
46.
LEY LINES
47.
HIGH PLACES
48.
HENRY
49.
RESERVATIONS
50.
EXODUS
55.
RETREAT
61.
NO BETTER COMPANION THAN THE RIFLE
62.
ONE JUST MAN
63.
SEPARATED FOREVER FROM MY FRIENDS AND KIN
65.
HAT TRICK
66.
DEATHBED
68.
DESPOILER
70.
SANCTUARY
P
ART
S
IX
Coming Home
73.
ONE EWE LAMB RETURNS TO THE FOLD
77.
MEMORARAE
78.
OLD DEBTS
79.
THE CAVE
80.
OENOMANCY
81.
PURGATORY II
82.
DISPOSITIONS
P
ART
S
EVEN
Reap the Whirlwind
86.
VALLEY FORGE
88.
RATHER MESSY
90.
ARMED WITH DIAMONDS AND WITH STEEL
91.
FOOTSTEPS
93.
A SERIES OF SHORT, SHARP SHOCKS
95.
NUMBNESS
96.
FIREFLY
97.
NEXUS
98.
MISCHIANZA
99.
A BUTTERFLY IN A BUTCHER’S YARD
100.
LADY IN WAITING
101.
REDIVIVUS
102.
BRED IN THE BONE
The body is amazingly plastic. The spirit, even more so. But there are some things you don’t come back from. Say ye so,
a nighean
? True, the body’s easily maimed, and the spirit can be crippled—yet there’s that in a man that is never destroyed.
The pirate’s head had disappeared. William heard the speculations from a group of idlers on the quay nearby, wondering whether it would be seen again.
“Na, him be gone for good,” said a ragged man of mixed blood, shaking his head. “De ally-gator don’ take him, de water will.”
A backwoodsman shifted his tobacco and spat into the water in disagreement.
“No, he’s good for another day—two, maybe. Them gristly bits what holds the head on, they dry out in the sun. Tighten up like iron. Seen it many a time with deer carcasses.”
William saw Mrs. MacKenzie glance quickly at the harbor, then away. She looked pale, he thought, and maneuvered himself slightly so as to block her view of the men and the brown flood of high tide, though since it
was
high, the corpse tied to its stake was naturally not visible. The stake was, though—a stark reminder of the price of crime. The pirate had been staked to drown on the mudflats several days before, the persistence of his decaying corpse an ongoing topic of public conversation.
“Jem!” Mr. MacKenzie called sharply, and lunged past William in pursuit of his son. The little boy, red-haired like his mother, had wandered away to listen to the men’s talk, and was now leaning perilously out over the water, clinging to a bollard in an attempt to see the dead pirate.