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Jamie made a fire in a sheltered spot, and sat down next to it. The rain had eased to a faint drizzle that misted the air and spangled my eyelashes with rainbows when I looked at the flames.

He sat staring into the fire for a long time. Finally he looked up at me, hands clasped around his knees.

"I said before that I'd not ask ye things ye had no wish to tell me. And I'd not ask ye now; but I must know, for your safety as well as mine." He paused, hesitating.

"Claire, if you've never been honest wi' me, be so now, for I must know the truth. Claire, are ye a witch?"

I gaped at him. "A witch? You—you can really ask that?" I thought he must be joking. He wasn't.

He took me by the shoulders and gripped me hard, staring into my eyes as though willing me to answer him.

"I must ask it, Claire! And you must tell me!"

"And if I were?" I asked through dry lips. "If you had thought I were a witch? Would you still have fought for me?"

"I would have gone to the stake with you!" he said violently. "And to hell beyond, if I must. But may the Lord Jesus have mercy on my soul and on yours, tell me the truth!"

The strain of it all caught up with me. I tore myself out of his grasp and ran across the clearing. Not far, only to the edge of the trees; I could not bear the exposure of the open space. I clutched a tree; put my arms around it and dug my fingers hard into the bark, pressed my face to it and shrieked with hysterical laughter.

Jamie's face, white and shocked, loomed up on the other side of the tree. With the dim realization that what I was doing must sound unnervingly like cackling, I made a terrific effort and stopped. Panting, I stared at him for a moment.

"Yes," I said, backing away, still heaving with gasps of unhinged laughter. "Yes, I am a witch! To you, I must be. I've never had smallpox, but I can walk through a room full of dying men and never catch it. I can nurse the sick and breathe their air and touch their bodies, and the sickness can't touch me. I can't catch cholera, either, or lockjaw, or the morbid sore throat. And you must think it's an enchantment, because you've never heard of vaccine, and there's no other way you can explain it."

"The things I know—" I stopped backing away and stood still, breathing heavily, trying to control myself. "I know about Jonathan Randall because I was told about him. I know when he was born and when he'll die, I know about what he's done and what he'll do, I know about Sandringham because ... because Frank told me. He knew about Randall because he ... he ... oh, God!" I felt as though I might be sick, and closed my eyes to shut out the spinning stars overhead.

"And Colum ... he thinks I'm a witch, because I know Hamish isn't his own son. I know ... he can't sire children. But he thought I knew who Hamish's father is ... I thought maybe it was you, but then I knew it couldn't be, and..." I was talking faster and faster, trying to keep the vertigo at bay with the sound of my own voice.

"Everything I've ever told you about myself was true," I said, nodding madly as though to reassure myself. "Everything. I haven't any people, I haven't any history, because I haven't happened yet.

"Do you know when I was born?" I asked, looking up. I knew my hair was wild and my eyes staring, and I didn't care. "On the twentieth of October, in the Year of Our Lord nineteen hundred and eighteen. Do you hear me?" I demanded, for he was blinking at me unmoving, as though paying no attention to a word I said. "I said nineteen eighteen! Nearly two hundred years from now! Do you hear?"

I was shouting now, and he nodded slowly.

"I hear," he said softly.

"Yes, you hear!" I blazed. "And you think I'm raving mad. Don't you? Admit it! That's what you think. You have to think so, there isn't any other way you can explain me to yourself. You can't believe me, you can't dare to. Oh, Jamie..." I felt my face start to crumple. All this time spent hiding the truth, realizing that I could never tell anyone, and now I realized that I could tell Jamie, my beloved husband, the man I trusted beyond all others, and he wouldn't—he couldn't believe me either.

"It was the rocks—the fairy hill. The standing stones. Merlin's stones. That's where I came through." I was gasping, half-sobbing, becoming less coherent by the second. "Once upon a time, but it's really two hundred years. It's always two hundred years, in the stories. ... But in the stories, the people always get back. I couldn't get back." I turned away, staggering, grasping for support. I sank down on a rock, shoulders slumped, and put my head in my hands. There was a long silence in the wood. It went on long enough for the small night birds to recover their courage and start their noises once again, calling to each other with a thin, high zeek! as they hawked for the last insects of the summer.

I looked up at last, thinking that perhaps he had simply risen and left me, overcome by my revelations. He was still there, though, still sitting, hands braced on his knees, head bowed as though in thought.

The hairs on his arms shone stiff as copper wires in the firelight, though, and I realized that they stood erect, like the bristles on a dog. He was afraid of me.

"Jamie," I said, feeling my heart break with absolute loneliness. "Oh, Jamie."

I sat down and curled myself into a ball, trying to roll myself around the core of my pain. Nothing mattered any longer, and I sobbed my heart out.

His hands on my shoulders raised me, enough to see his face. Through the haze of tears, I saw the look he wore in battle, of struggle that had passed the point of strain and become calm certainty.

"I believe you," he said firmly. "I dinna understand it a bit—not yet—but I believe you. Claire, I believe you! Listen to me! There's the truth between us, you and I, and whatever ye tell me, I shall believe it." He gave me a gentle shake.

"It doesna matter what it is. You've told me. That's enough for now. Be still, mo duinne. Lay your head and rest. You'll tell me the rest of it later. And I'll believe you."

I was still sobbing, unable to grasp what he was telling me. I struggled, trying to pull away, but he gathered me up and held me tightly against himself, pushing my head into the folds of his plaid, and repeating over and over again, "I believe you."

At last, from sheer exhaustion, I grew calm enough to look up and say, "But you can't believe me."

He smiled down at me. His mouth trembled slightly, but he smiled.

"Ye'll no tell me what I canna do, Sassenach." He paused a moment. ... A long time later, he spoke.

"All right. Tell me now."

I told him. Told him everything, haltingly but coherently. I felt numb from exhaustion, but content, like a rabbit that has outrun a fox, and found temporary shelter under a log. It isn't sanctuary, but at least it is respite. And I told him about Frank.

"Frank," he said softly. "Then he isna dead, after all."

"He isn't born." I felt another small wave of hysteria break against my ribs, but managed to keep myself under control. "Neither am I."

He stroked and patted me back into silence, making his small murmuring Gaelic sounds.

"When I took ye from Randall at Fort William," he said suddenly, "you were trying to get back. Back to the stones. And ... Frank. That's why ye left the grove."

"Yes."

"And I beat you for it." His voice was soft with regret.

"You couldn't know. I couldn't tell you." I was beginning to feel very drowsy indeed.

"No, I dinna suppose ye could." He pulled the plaid closer around me, tucking it gently around my shoulders. "Do ye sleep now, mo duinne. No one shall harm ye; I'm here."

I burrowed into the warm curve of his shoulder, letting my tired mind fall through the layers of oblivion. I forced myself to the surface long enough to ask, "Do you really believe me, Jamie?"

He sighed, and smiled ruefully down at me.

"Aye, I believe ye, Sassenach. But it would ha' been a good deal easier if you'd only been a witch."

Revue de presse

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
 
“Gabaldon is a born storyteller. . . . The pages practically turn themselves.”The Arizona Republic, on Dragonfly in Amber
 
“Triumphant . . . Her use of historical detail and a truly adult love story confirm Gabaldon as a superior writer.”Publishers Weekly, on Voyager
 
“Unforgettable characters . . . richly embroidered with historical detail.”The Cincinnati Post, on Drums of Autumn
 
“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



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  • Poche: 896 pages
  • Editeur : Dell; Édition : Reissue (2 juin 1992)
  • Collection : Outlander
  • Langue : Anglais
  • ISBN-10: 0440212561
  • ISBN-13: 978-0440212560
  • Dimensions du produit: 10,6 x 3,7 x 17,4 cm
  • Moyenne des commentaires client : 4.4 étoiles sur 5  Voir tous les commentaires (16 commentaires client)
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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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6 internautes sur 6 ont trouvé ce commentaire utile  Par RAEL.ORG le 2 mars 2011
Format: Poche Achat vérifié
Si vous avez la chance de lire en anglais, ne ratez pas ce livre. C'est drôle, érotique, captivant, extrêmement bien écrit. Diana Gabaldon jubile quand elle écrit et son plaisir est communicatif. Le niveau d'anglais est élevé mais ça faut vraiment le coup, d'autant plus que la traduction française est particulièrement mauvaise et ne respecte pas l'intégralité du texte d'origine : tous les détails des descriptions sont mis de côté, certaines scènes sont sauvagement coupées et d'autres sont rajoutées sans être de la main de l'auteur ! C'est bien dommage car Diana Gabaldon est un auteur fascinant qui excelle dans tous les genres sans complexe. Elle passe du roman historique au roman de science fiction au roman sentimental et érotique et elle réussit à chaque fois. Quel dommage que l'éditeur français montre un tel mépris pour cette oeuvre, il nous prive du talent d'un grand auteur.

La version CD est très bonne, on a le plaisir d'entendre l'accent écossais, mais il y a beaucoup de coupes sauvages dans le texte, c'est dommage.
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4 internautes sur 4 ont trouvé ce commentaire utile  Par Lilalou le 17 décembre 2014
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To me, a very good book is a little like a relationship : when it's so good at the beginning, you really want to believe in it.
And "Outlander", at the beginning, was very very good.
First of all, it is well written and the descriptions felt awesome. It's the kind of book you plunge into. It isn't a “Harlequin” kind of romance. It begins like the very best kind or romance, like "Gone with the wind" or "The far pavilions". In so far as there is the romantic ploy, yes, but there is so much more! An enthralling historic context and great secondary characters, to begin with.
And so, at first, I just adored this book. And as in a relationship, when things go a little awry, you have this human tendency to put your doubts under the carpet.
I had fallen in love with the characters (well, not so much with the female part, truth be told) and I wanted to stand by them.
But, and there goes the « but », they go through a huge lot of misery. « That's all right, you tell yourself, « Gone with the wind » is not exactly a stroll in a garden and the times were rough in Scotland then ».
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And you go with this kind of justifications, until you come to the point when the hero beats the girl. With a belt.
And the thing is, yeah these things happened but it's just not supposed to be what a hero does. Not when it could have been avoided. And as they were both behind closed doors, to me, if it felt absolutely necessary they could have made believe he was beating her to safeguard Jamie's honor. No one would have been the wiser. And the justification of justice and “he had to do it” doesn't stand for long as the hero readily confesses he will take some pleasure in the part : “I said I would have to punish you. I did not say I wasna going to enjoy it”.
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2 internautes sur 2 ont trouvé ce commentaire utile  Par LilismilmeXD le 3 septembre 2014
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Il y a tellement d'éléments dans ce premier tome qui vous feront tomber amoureux. L'histoire, le lieu, les personnages, "Sassenach", les détails historiques, le développement de la relation entre Jamie et Claire... Un vrai bonheur de lecture, des tas d'aventures et on a du mal à reposer le livre pour quitter cet univers. Et quand on sait qu'il y a la suite pas loin... Je conseille donc aussi l'adaptation par Outlander Starz. Tout juste 4 épisodes à l'heure où je vous parle mais l'imagerie est époustouflante et on retrouve bien l'ambiance, l'univers et les personnages comme dans le roman, même là où certaines scènes sont ajoutées. Des mots à l'image, c'est une double expérience. J'adore pouvoir prolonger le plaisir de m'immerger dans la vie des personnages en regardant la série.
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5 internautes sur 6 ont trouvé ce commentaire utile  Par Atahana TOP 1000 COMMENTATEURSVOIX VINE le 17 mai 2010
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Je suis tombée sur ce livre un peu par hasard et dès les premières pages, j'ai été happée par l'histoire de Claire, jeune infirmière de guerre qui retrouve à la fin de la seconde guerre mondiale son mari pour des vacances de retrouvailles, à Inverness, en Ecosse.

Les retrouvailles seront de courte durée puisque la magie d'un lieu particulier va propulser Claire en 1740 environ, dans l'Ecosse des Highlands. Cet élément de voyage dans le temps est finalement presque anecdotique: Diana Gabaldon ne se focalise pas sur ce point mais nous immerge dans la vie quotidienne en Ecosse, vie entrecoupée d'épisodes de guerre.Claire doit s'habituer à sa nouvelle vie, survivre, aidée en cela par Jamie, jeune guerrier.

L'écriture est dense, riche, les détails nombreux mais jamais ennuyeux, l'auteur a fait un travail de recherche manifeste jusque dans la façon de parler. Le livre fait 800 pages et il s'en passe des choses mais, croyez-moi sur parole, vous ne pouvez pas deviner quelle tournure vont prendre les évènements et les surprises seront nombreuses.
Beaucoup de scènes sont très réalistes (hygiène, nourriture, révolte des jacobites).

On peut s'arrêter à ce 1er tome ou continuer avec Dragonfly in amber. J'ai attendu presque 8 mois avant d'entamer le second tome parce qu'il m'a fallu digérer Outlander (Diana malmène parfois ses personnages: malgré l'éclosion d'une superbe histoire d'amour, vous avez aussi de la violence, de la douleur).
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