I am a Highlander, Jamie said bleakly. He glanced once more at the far bank, where occasional glimpses of tartan showed through the mist, and then back. The shouting echoed from the fog. And I am the sire of Americans.
Diana Gabaldon
I am a Highlander, Jamie said bleakly. He glanced once more at the far bank, where occasional glimpses of tartan showed through the mist, and then back. The shouting echoed from the fog. And I am the sire of Americans.