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No, he thought, if he were being honest with himself, he wanted to tackle Claire Randall’s project because he wanted to go round to Mrs. Thomas’s guesthouse and lay his results at the feet of Brianna Randall, as knights were supposed to have done with the heads of dragons

“I’ve seen ye so many time” he said, his voice whispering warm in my ear. “You’ve come to me so often. When I dreamed sometimes. When I lay in fever. When I was so afraid and so lonely I knew I must die. When  I needed you, I would always see ye, smiling, with your hair curling up about your face…….”

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Roger, if she’s gone, there won’t be a soul left in the world who cares what I’m like, or thinks I’m special not because of anything, but just because I’m me! She’s the only person in the world who really, really cares I was born, and if she’s gone

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Claire cradling her children’s heads


Baby – I wrote, and stopped. Then swallowed hard, and started again.

You are my baby, and always will be. You won’t know what that means until you have a child of your own, but I tell you now, anyway – you’ll always be as much a part of me as when you shared my body and I felt you move inside. Always.

I can look at you, asleep, and think of all the nights I tucked you in, coming in the dark to listen to your breathing, lay my hand on you and feel you chest rise and fall, knowing that no matter what happens, everything is right with the world because you are alive.

All the names I’ve called you through the years – my chick, my pumpkin, precious dove, darling, sweetheart, dinky, smudge… I know why the Jews and Muslims have nine hundred names for God; one small word is not enough for love.

Voyager, chapter 42, “The Man in the Moon”


(suggested by @bonnie-wee-swordsman​)