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I mean to make you sigh as though your heart would break, and scream with the wanting, and at last cry out in my arms, and I shall know that I've served ye well.
And when my body shall cease, my soul will still be yours. Claire, I swear by my hope of heaven, I will not be parted from you.
I wept bitterly, surrendering momentarily to my fear and heartbroken confusion, but slowly I began to quiet a bit, as Jaimie stroked my neck and back, offering me the comfort of his broad, warm chest. My sobs lessened and I began to calm myself, leaning tiredly into the curve of his shoulder. No wonder he was so good with horses, I thought blearily, feeling his fingers rubbing gently behind my ears, listening to the soothing, incomprehensible speech. If I were a horse, I'd let him ride me anywhere.
"You are my courage, as I am your conscience," he whispered. "You are my heart - and I your compassion. We are neither of us whole, alone."
"Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own."
"D' ye think I don't know?" he asked softly. "It's me that has the easy part now. For if ye feel for me as I do for you - then I'm asking you to tear your heart out and live without it."
"I do not know if the wound is mortal, but Claire - I do feel my heart's blood leave me when I look at you."
Okay. Today is the day. I have it. It is in my hands and it feels soooo good. Hard, deliciously new and smooth to the touch. A little on the cold side, but with the fervor of my passion, it will soon be warm and comfortable between my hands. Of course, I am talking about Diana Gabaldon's new book, "The Scottish Prisoner", released TODAY! (What did you think I was talking about??) I have waited very long to be swept away again and nothing and no one does it like my Scotsman, Jamie Fraser. Well, he's not really mine.....he belongs to many, many women. I cannot wait to turn that first page and hear his voice again and be privy to his hearts' thoughts. I feel like I'm home again. Sigh! My chaise lounge awaits me, along with a glass of wine and a warm, fleece blanket. I will be escaping this evening to the year 1760, to a place ravaged by war, to a man wracked by love and death. I cannot wait.