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An Echo in the Bone: A Novel (Outlander, Book 7) [Format Kindle]

Diana Gabaldon
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Chapter One



Sometimes They’re Really Dead

Wilmington, colony of North Carolina

July 1776


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.

Mr. MacKenzie snatched the boy by the collar, pulled him in, and swept him up in his arms, though the boy struggled, craning back toward the swampish harbor.

“I want to see the wallygator eat the pirate, Daddy!”

The idlers laughed, and even MacKenzie smiled a little, though the smile disappeared when he glanced at his wife. He was at her side in an instant, one hand beneath her elbow.

“I think we must be going,” MacKenzie said, shifting his son’s weight in order better to support his wife, whose distress was apparent. “Lieutenant Ransom—Lord Ellesmere, I mean”—he corrected with an apologetic smile at William—“will have other engagements, I’m sure.”

This was true; William was engaged to meet his father for supper. Still, his father had arranged to meet him at the tavern just across the quay; there was no risk of missing him. William said as much, and urged them to stay, for he was enjoying their company—Mrs. MacKenzie’s, particularly—but she smiled regretfully, though her color was better, and patted the capped head of the baby in her arms.

“No, we do have to be going.” She glanced at her son, still struggling to get down, and William saw her eyes flicker toward the harbor and the stark pole that stood above the flood. She resolutely looked away, fixing her eyes upon William’s face instead. “The baby’s waking up; she’ll be wanting food. It was so lovely to meet you, though. I wish we might talk longer.” She said this with the greatest sincerity, and touched his arm lightly, giving him a pleasant sensation in the pit of the stomach.

The idlers were now placing wagers on the reappearance of the drowned pirate, though by the looks of things, none of them had two groats to rub together.

“Two to one he’s still there when the tide goes out.”

“Five to one the body’s still there, but the head’s gone. I don’t care what you say about the gristly bits, Lem, that there head was just a-hangin’ by a thread when this last tide come in. Next un’ll take it, sure.”

Hoping to drown this conversation out, William embarked on an elaborate farewell, going so far as to kiss Mrs. MacKenzie’s hand with his best court manner—and, seized by inspiration, kissed the baby girl’s hand, too, making them all laugh. Mr. MacKenzie gave him rather an odd look, but didn’t seem offended, and shook his hand in a most republican manner—playing out the joke by setting down his son and making the little boy shake hands as well.

“Have you kilt anybody?” the boy inquired with interest, looking at William’s dress sword.

“No, not yet,” William replied, smiling.

“My grandsire’s kilt two dozen men!”

“Jemmy!” Both parents spoke at once, and the little boy’s shoulders went up around his ears.

“Well, he has!”

“I’m sure he is a bold and bloody man, your grandsire,” William assured the little boy gravely. “The King always has need of such men.”

“My grandda says the King can kiss his arse,” the boy replied matter- of-factly.

“JEMMY!”

Mr. MacKenzie clapped a hand over his outspoken offspring’s mouth.

“You know your grandda didn’t say that!” Mrs. MacKenzie said. The little boy nodded agreeably, and his father removed the muffling hand.

“No. Grannie did, though.”

“Well, that’s somewhat more likely,” Mr. MacKenzie murmured, obviously trying not to laugh. “But we still don’t say things like that to soldiers—they work for the King.”

“Oh,” said Jemmy, clearly losing interest. “Is the tide going out now?” he asked hopefully, craning his neck toward the harbor once more.

“No,” Mr. MacKenzie said firmly. “Not for hours. You’ll be in bed.”

Mrs. MacKenzie smiled at William in apology, her cheeks charmingly flushed with embarrassment, and the family took its leave with some haste, leaving William struggling between laughter and dismay.

“Oy, Ransom!”

He turned at his name, to find Harry Dobson and Colin Osborn, two second lieutenants from his regiment, evidently escaped from duty and eager to sample the fleshpots of Wilmington—such as they were.

“Who’s that?” Dobson looked after the departing group, interested.

“A Mr. and Mrs. MacKenzie. Friends of my father’s.”

“Oh, married, is she?” Dobson sucked in his cheeks, still watching the woman. “Well, make it a bit harder, I suppose, but what’s life without a challenge?”

“Challenge?” William gave his diminutive friend a jaundiced look. “Her husband’s roughly three times your size, if you hadn’t noticed.”

Osborn laughed, going red in the face.

“She’s twice his size! She’d crush you, Dobby.”

“And what makes you think I mean to be on the bottom?” Dobson inquired with dignity. Osborn hooted.

“What’s this obsession of yours with giantesses?” William demanded. He glanced at the little family, now nearly out of sight at the end of the street. “That woman’s nearly as tall as I am!”

“Oh, rub it in, why don’t you?” Osborn, who was taller than Dobson’s five feet, but still a head shorter than William, aimed a mock kick at his knee. William dodged it and cuffed Osborn, who ducked and shoved him into Dobson.

“Gennelmen!” The menacing cockney tones of Sergeant Cutter brought them up sharp. They might outrank the sergeant, but not one of them would have the nerve to point this out. The entire battalion went in fear of Sergeant Cutter, who was older than God and approximately Dobson’s height, but who contained within his diminutive physique the sheer fury of a full-sized volcano on the boil.

“Sergeant!” Lieutenant William Ransom, Earl of Ellesmere and senior of the group, drew himself up straight, chin pressed back into his stock. Osborn and Dobson hastily followed his lead, quaking in their boots.

Cutter strode back and forth in front of them, in the manner of a stalking leopard. You could just see the lashing tail and the preliminary licking of chops, William thought. Waiting for the bite was almost worse than getting it in the arse.

“And where’s your troops, then?” Cutter snarled. “Sirs?”

Osborn and Dobson at once began sputtering explanations, but Lieutenant Ransom—for once—walked on the side of the angels.

“My men are guarding the Governor’s Palace, under Lieutenant Colson. I’m given leave, Sergeant, to dine with my father,” he said respectfully. “By Sir Peter.”

Sir Peter Packer’s was a name to conjure with, and Cutter abated in mid-spew. Rather to William’s surprise, though, it wasn’t Sir Peter’s name that had produced this reaction.

“Your father?” Cutter said, squinting. “That’s Lord John Grey, is it?”

“Er . . . yes,” William replied cautiously. “Do you . . . know him?”

Before Cutter could reply, the door of a nearby tavern opened, and William’s father came out. William smiled in delight at this timely appearance, but quickly erased the smile as the sergeant’s gimlet gaze fixed on him.

“Don’t you be a-grinnin’ at me like an ’airy hape,” the sergeant began, in dangerous tones, but was interrupted by Lord John’s clapping him familiarly on the shoulder—something none of the three young lieutenants would have done if offered significant money.

“Cutter!” Lord John said, smiling warmly. “I heard those dulcet tones and said to myself, why damn me if it isn’t Sergeant Aloysius Cutter! There can’t be another man alive who sounds so much like a bulldog that’s swallowed a cat and lived to tell about it.”

“Aloysius?” Dobson mouthed at William, but William merely grunted briefly in response, unable to shrug, as his father had now...

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Titulaire d'une maîtrise en biologie marine et d'un doctorat en écologie, enseignante à l'université d'Arizona, Diana Gabaldon se lance dans l'écriture en 1988. Depuis, son succès n'a cessé de croître, et, grâce à sa saga du « Cercle de pierre », elle compte une bonne vingtaine de millions de lecteurs à travers le monde.

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4.0 étoiles sur 5 tres bien 23 novembre 2009
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j'ai attendu longtempts pour ce dernier tome mais hélas ce livre se finit en queue de poisson et je déteste cela. Commercialement c'est génial car on n'a qu'une envie c'est de lire le prochain. Mais c'est exaspérant car il faudra attendre encore quelques années avant de voir arriver le prochain tome et apparemment elle n'a pas l'intention de finir la série...
Heureusement Gabaldon sait toujours rendre ces personnages attachants et la trame de l'histoire est passionanante.
Bonne lecture à tous
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Très Bien ! 3 mars 2010
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Septième opus dans la saga de Claire et Jamie, ce roman nous entraîne au coeur de la Révolution Américaine, en 1777 alors que les escarmouches de la guerre d'Indépendance font rage entre troupes anglaises et milices américaines.

Beaucoup plus rythmé que les deux tomes précédents j'ai retrouvé nos deux héros et leurs familles avec un grand plaisir :)

L'alternance entre les deux époques, les aller-retour entre Europe et Amérique, les retrouvailles familiales et l'animation des villes m'ont davantage captivée que la vie à Fraser Ridge décrite longuement lors de l'épisode précédent !

Vivement le prochain tome !

En bref : cette saga se confirme excellente au fil des tomes :)
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3.0 étoiles sur 5 Ce n'est plus de la saga, c'est du blabla 11 juin 2013
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"An Echo in the Bone" est le septième tome de cette série. Une série qui avait commencé sur les chapeaux de roue : une histoire d'amour complètement hallucinante, capable de nous transporter pendant des milliers de pages (chaque tome fait un bon millier de pages, on en est donc à plus de sept mille), une profondeur des personnages continuelle, des rebondissements (historiques, notamment) très prenants... Bref, de la très bonne saga historique, avec un brin de paranormal, juste ce qu'il faut.
Sept mille pages. Eh bien je suis au regret de dire que les défauts qui s'étaient esquissés au fil de la série se confirment avec une violence incroyable dans ce dernier tome.
Le premier tome suivait le parcours de Claire, et sa rencontre avec Jamie Fraser. Le second prenait son point de vue, et celui de Roger Wakefield, qui suit la fille des premiers, Brianna. Le troisième tome élargit la narration à Jamie et Lord John Grey ; le quatrième au neveu Ian, si je ne m'abuse, etc, etc. Bref, dans le septième tome, Claire, Jamie, Roger, Brianna, Ian, Grey prennent la parole, mais également William, fils naturel de Jamie, ainsi que Rachel, Quaker amoureuse de Ian, Jem, fils de Roger et Brianna... Que de monde ! Certes, cela permet à l'auteur d'élargir le champ de son histoire, mais n'est-ce pas plutôt une tentative ratée de faire continuer une série qui commençait si bien, et perd progressivement de sa saveur ?
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4.0 étoiles sur 5 Un gros volume passionnant 11 décembre 2012
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On arrive presque à la fin de la série Outlander - un livre qu'on commence et qu'on ne veut plus lâcher.
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