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While the Lord might insist that vengeance was His, no male Highlander of my acquaintance had ever thought it right that the Lord should be left to handle such things without assistance.

Diana Gabaldon

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Diana Gabaldon
Age: 72
Born: 1952
Born: January 11
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Science Fiction Writer
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Williams
Arizona
Diana J. Gabaldon Perez
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Highlander

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