Character: Claire Fraser. Page 1

I wanted to stay in his room. I didn't want to see that mixture of awe and suspicion that follows me everywhere. It all just reinforces the hopelessness of a situation in which I found myself. They think I performed a miracle and instead of letting me go, my decision is even more tied me to this place. And even if I got out and went back to the stones, there is no guarantee that they would have worked, whatever they were. And if they worked, there is no guarantee that I'll get home. I can easily get into the new temporary trap - in the Middle ages or during the Roman Empire. I left his room just hoping for the oblivion that comes with wine Colum...

I knew something about this era, the politics, the people, the outfits, even some customs and expressions were familiar to me. But I knew all that from books, paintings, Museum exhibits. I felt like I was on another planet that was previously seen only through a telescope.

- You claim that the subject of the king's Commission decided to rape a stray in the woods, the traveler, for no apparent reason?
- And there is reason excuse a rape?

Castle Leok... I've been here with Frank two days ago. Or was it the future? How can I remember what hasn't happened yet?

Never heard a woman swear.
Your husband needs to beat you, woman.
Saint Paul said, "a Woman should..."
- Then bandage it yourself! Or entrust it to St. Paul!

When faced with the incredible, always trying to find common sense and logic.

It is strange that stores our memory: individual images and the feelings that we remember for many years. Like the day when I realized that I have never had their own vases. I just haven't lived anywhere long enough to get this simple thing. But at that moment I more than anything wanted to have their own vase. It happened on Tuesday afternoon, six months after the end of the war. Eventually, the day ended in the most bloody and terrible war in human history, was erased from my memory. But I to the smallest details remember the day when I saw in the window of the life that I had.

- Where did you learn to kiss like that?
- I said I was a virgin, not a monk.

- And you do not mind that I'm not a virgin?
- Well, no. If you do not mind what I am. Therefore, one of us knows what to do.