Thread by @ThanklessChild4, THREADThe images of @RikRankin’s Failte gu Alba are stunning, but for #Outlander [...]

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The images of @RikRankin’s Failte gu Alba are stunning, but for #Outlander readers, they are also an enchanting visual companion to @Writer_DG’s vivid writing. I can’t help but be transported into the pages again.

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“Aye, I had it from my grandparents, as well—my mam’s folk. Dead, too, now. They were from Skye.” The usual implied question hovered, and Roger answered it. “I was born in Kyle of Lochalsh, but I grew up mostly in Inverness.”

Echo in the Bone, Ch 29
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Mac Dubh had said this was a bard-right, that when the bards came to the auld castles, they would be given a warm place and plenty to eat and drink, to the honor of the laird’s hospitality.

Voyager Ch. 8
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We had succeeded in preventing Charles Stuart from getting money to finance his rebellion; and still the Bonnie Prince, reckless, feckless, and determined to claim his legacy, had landed to rally the clans at Glenfinnan.

Dragonfly in Amber, Ch 35
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“Well, Dougal isna the man to overlook an opportunity of turning a bit of a profit,” he observed. “We came on a nice bunch of beasts, grazing in a field, and no one about. So …” He shrugged, w a fatalistic acceptance of the inevitabilities of life. Outlander Ch15
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John Grey stood beside his horse on the clifftops, looking down at the wild black sea... It was the most desolate place he had ever seen, though it had a sort of terrible beauty about it that made the blood run cold in his veins.

Voyager Ch9
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..he’d had several teenage summers as hand on a herring boat captained by an acquaintance of the Reverend’s. The experience had left him with a useful layer of muscle, an ear for the singsong cadence of the Isles and a fixed dislike of herring.
Drums of Autumn Ch36
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Lallybroch was remote, even for a Highland farm. No real roads led there, but the post still reached us by messenger, over the crags and the heather-clad slopes, a connection with the world outside.

Dragonfly in Amber Ch. 31
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The scarf—the blue part—was in fact the color of her eyes; of Scottish lochs and summer skies, and the misty blue of distant mountains. I knew she treasured it, and revised my assessment of her interest in Roger Wakefield upward by several notches.
DIA Ch 3 @RRankinPhoto

None of these stones bore the names of men on his list. He’d have to go on along the road; according to the AA map, the village of Broch Mhorda was three miles farther on.

Dragonfly in Amber, Ch 2
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For I have lied, and killed, and stolen; betrayed and broken trust. But there is the one thing that shall lie in the balance. When I shall stand before God, I shall have one thing to say, to weigh against the rest. Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, and God! I loved her well. DIA 46

“The Outer Hebrides are part of the Gaeltacht,” he said. “They do the line-singing in the Gàidhlig on Lewis, and on Harris, too. Don’t know about Uist and Barra—they’re mostly Catholic—but maybe. I’m thinking I’d like to go and see what it’s like these days.”
“Echo Ch 34

“She heard the silkies singing, there upon the rocks, one, and two, and three of them, and she saw from her tower, one and two, and three of them, and so she came down, and went to the sea, and so under it, to live wi’ the silkies. Aye? Did she no?”
Voyager Ch 10
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Not surprisingly, it was misting heavily, but there was enough light to show a stone bridge, arching over a small stream that ran past the front of the castle, down to a dully gleaming loch a quarter mile away.

Outlander Ch. 4
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