Diana Gabaldon: Voyager, Kartoniert / Broschiert

Description

"Ferne Ufer" ist nach "Feuer und Stein" und "Die geliehene Zeit" der dritte in sich abgeschlossene Roman der mehrteiligen historischen Highland-Saga um die Heldin Claire Beauchamp Randall. Ihre Liebe zu James Fraser, dem rebellischen Clanführer im schottischen Hochland des 18. Jahrhunderts, war stärker als Zeit und Raum. Auf der Suche nach ihm unternimmt sie zum zweiten Mal die riskante Reise durch den magischen Steinkreis, mit nichts als großer Furcht und zartkeimender Hoffnung im Herzen. Tatsächlich gelingt es ihr, Jamie in Edinburgh ausfindig zu machen, und bereits beim ersten Blick lodert wieder das alte Feuer zwischen den beiden zeitlos Liebenden. Aber auch die alten Feinde sind noch immer aktiv. Hoffnung, Mut und ihre Leidenschaft füreinander sind die einzigen Wegweiser beim Aufbruch zu ungewissen, fernen Ufern. From the author of the breathtaking bestsellers Outlander and Dragonfly in Amber , the extraordinary saga continues.

Their passionate encounter happened long ago by whatever measurement Claire Randall took. Two decades before, she had traveled back in time and into the arms of a gallant eighteenth-century Scot named Jamie Fraser. Then she returned to her own century to bear his child, believing him dead in the tragic battle of Culloden. Yet his memory has never lessened its hold on her... and her body still cries out for him in her dreams.

Then Claire discovers that Jamie survived. Torn between returning to him and staying with their daughter in her own era, Claire must choose her destiny. And as time and space come full circle, she must find the courage to face the passion and pain awaiting her...the deadly intrigues raging in a divided Scotland... and the daring voyage into the dark unknown that can reunite - or forever doom - her timeless love.

Review

"Triumphant ...her use of historical detail and a truly adult love story confirm Gabaldon as a superior writer." - Publishers Weekly

Blurb

NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • The third book in Diana Gabaldon's acclaimed Outlander saga, the basis for the Starz original series---season 8 coming in March 2026!

"Triumphant . . . Her use of historical detail and a truly adult love story confirm Gabaldon as a superior writer."---Publishers Weekly

In this rich, vibrant tale, Diana Gabaldon continues the story of Claire Randall and Jamie Fraser that began with the now-classic novel Outlander and continued in Dragonfly in Amber . Sweeping us from the battlefields of eighteenth-century Scotland to the West Indies, Diana Gabaldon weaves magic once again in an exhilarating and utterly unforgettable novel.

He was dead. However, his nose throbbed painfully, which he thought odd in the circumstances.

Jamie Fraser is, alas, not dead---but he is in hell. Waking among the fallen on Culloden Field, he is concerned neither for his men nor his wounds but for his wife and their unborn child. Lord, he prayed passionately, that she may be safe. She and the child. It's a prayer he'll utter many times over the next twenty years, never knowing but always hoping that Claire made it through the standing stones, back to the safety of her own time.

Safe she is, but believing Jamie gone forever, she's obliged to live without a heart, her only comfort their daughter, Brianna. But now, their daughter grown, she discovers that Jamie survived, and a fateful decision lies before her: Stay with her beloved daughter, or go back to search Scotland's dangerous past for the man who was her heart and soul, sustained only by the hope that they will still know each other if she finds him.

Excerpt from the book

INVERNESS
MAY 2 , 1968

Of course he's dead!'' Claire's voice was sharp with agitation; it rang loudly in the half-empty study, echoing among the rifled bookshelves. She stood against the cork-lined wall like a prisoner awaiting a firing squad, staring from her daughter to Roger Wakefield and back again.

''I don't think so.'' Roger felt terribly tired. He rubbed a hand over his face, then picked up the folder from the desk; the one containing all the research he'd done since Claire and her daughter had first come to him, three weeks before, and asked his help. He opened the folder and thumbed slowly through the contents. The Jacobites of Culloden. The Rising of the '45. The gallant Scots who had rallied to the banner of Bonnie Prince Charlie, and cut through Scotland like a blazing sword - only to come to ruin and defeat against the Duke of Cumberland on the gray moor at Culloden. ''Here,'' he said, plucking out several sheets clipped together. The archaic writing looked odd, rendered in the black crispness of a photocopy. ''This is the muster roll of the Master of Lovat's regiment.''

He thrust the thin sheaf of papers at Claire, but it was her daughter, Brianna, who took the sheets from him and began to turn the pages, a slight frown between her reddish brows.

''Read the top sheet,'' Roger said. ''Where it says 'Officers.' ''

''All right. 'Officers,' '' she read aloud, '' 'Simon, Master of Lovat' . . .''

''The Young Fox,'' Roger interrupted. ''Lovat's son. And five more names, right?''

Brianna cocked one brow at him, but went on reading.

'' 'William Chisholm Fraser, Lieutenant; George D'Amerd Fraser Shaw, Captain; Duncan Joseph Fraser, Lieutenant; Bayard Murray Fraser, Major,'' she paused, swallowing, before reading the last name, '' '. . . James Alexander
Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser. Captain.' '' She lowered the papers, looking a little pale. ''My father.''

Claire moved quickly to her daughter's side, squeezing the girl's arm. She was pale, too.

''Yes,'' she said to Roger. ''I know he went to Culloden. When he left me . . . there at the stone circle . . . he meant to go back to Culloden Field, to rescue his men who were with Charles Stuart. And we know he did'' - she nodded at the folder on the desk, its manila surface blank and innocent in the lamplight - ''you found their names. But . . . but . . . Jamie . . .''

Speaking the name aloud seemed to rattle her, and she clamped her lips tight.

Now it was Brianna's turn to support her mother.

''He meant to go back, you said.'' Her eyes, dark blue and encouraging, were intent on her mother's face. ''He meant to take his men away from the field, and then go back to the battle.'' Claire nodded, recovering herself slightly.

''He knew he hadn't much chance of getting away; if the English caught him . . . he said he'd rather die in battle. That's what he meant to do.'' She turned to Roger, her gaze an unsettling amber. Her eyes always reminded him of hawk's eyes, as though she could see a good deal farther than most people. ''I can't believe he didn't die there - so many men did, and he meant to!''

Almost half the Highland army had died at Culloden, cut down in a blast of cannonfire and searing musketry. But not Jamie Fraser. '&lsq