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He touched the rough crucifix that lay against his chest and whispered to the moving air, Lord, that she might be safe, she and my children. Then turned his cheek to her reaching hand and touched her throught the veils of time.

Diana Gabaldon

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Diana Gabaldon
Age: 72
Born: 1952
Born: January 11
Author
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Writer
Williams
Arizona
Diana J. Gabaldon Perez
Might
Lays
Whispered
Children
Turned
Veils
Time
Air
Chest
Safe
Cheeks
Hand
Chests
Lord
Rough
Moving
Touched
Crucifix
Hands
Reaching
Cheek

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It would ha' been a good deal easier, if ye'd only been a witch.
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