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Dedication

[I originally posted this as a "Letter from Home"(or abroad) in the Compuserve Books and Writers Forum, so some of you will have seen it. I know not everyone who subscribes to the blog lurks over there, though--so for the rest of you, here it is.]

April 16th was the 262nd anniversary of the Battle of Culloden, and thus an appropriate date for the dedication of the new Visitors Centre (among other things, they’d discovered that the battlefield wasn’t _exactly_ where they originally thought it was–and that in fact, the old Visitors Centre was sitting on top of part of the second Government line of battle [cough]).

Having decided to build a new Centre, though, they did it right. An immense amount of thought, inspiration, and technology went into the construction, and the staff behind it are immensely–and justifiably–proud of it.

The dedication wasn’t until 2 PM, so we spent the morning engaged in research–beginning with what one eats on “traditional Scottish porridge” (heavy cream and Demerara sugar (this being brown, crystallized sugar), at Culloden House). (The first day we arrived, I’d left something in the car, and had to go round to the car-park at the side of the house to get it. Coming back in, I couldn’t recall whether the front door pushed or pulled, and did the wrong thing. Seeing my struggles, the very nice receptionist rushed over to open the door for me, observing, “Ye mustn’t have had your porridge this morning!” “Indeed I have not,” I replied cordially. Tuna and red onion apparently doesn’t stimulate the brain cells the way porridge does.)

Research then took us into Inverness, where we found a car-park and went down to the river on foot, to undertake a census of the city’s churches (no, I’m not telling you why that, either). Fortunately, this was pretty easy; most of the churches in town are located on one bank or another of the River Ness, within a span of a few blocks. I am now in a position to state authoritatively that Inverness is absolutely crawling with Presbyterians. No fewer than _six_ Church of Scotland churches–all within a quarter-mile of each other–by comparison with a couple of Free Church establishments, one Episcopalian church (though it _is_ a fairly grand cathedral), and one Roman Catholic church, done in the “Gothic perpendicular” style, according to the plaque on its front, and with a heavily Polish congregation, judging from the notices in the vestibule.

Started out to walk down the riverside–there’s a lovely small park on the Islands of the Ness at the end of the walk–but realized we wouldn’t have enough time to get there and back, eat, and still have time to change clothes for the dedication. Zipped back up the High Street–which has changed quite a bit since I was last here; many shops shut up, or moved into the new Eastgate shopping mall at the top of the street–to a small Italian restaurant (Bella Italia) we’d seen on our way to the river, and had a quick salad to sustain us. (One feature of the new High Street is “automatic bollards” which can rise out of the pavement to block car traffic, so that the entire street becomes a walkway–but can be retracted, if an emergency vehicle needs to come down the street. Doug was fascinating by these–he kept referring to them as “automatic ballocks”–and insisted on hanging around to watch for a bit and see if they’d pop up, but they didn’t oblige.)

Zoomed back to the hotel and changed; I’d brought the blue version of my Santa Fe silks, and Doug had asked earlier if I meant to be the only peacock at the ceremony. I replied that since I would likely be in the company of innumerable men attired in kilts and grouse feathers, I rather doubted that anyone would notice me. (Doug had originally planned to wear his own kilt, but decided against it on logistical grounds; the thing takes up so much room–even without accessories like stockings and sporran–that it would have required an extra suitcase to bring it (we travel light; just one small roller bag each.)).

Not everyone was kilted (well, the women weren’t, of course–though one elderly lady had a fabulous blue tartan ensemble, heavy silk straight floor-length skirt and a box-cut jacket), but there were a good many kilts in evidence–the reception the night before had been for only 40 or so people; 250 were invited to the dedication, and there was quite a mob in the foyer of the Visitors Centre. By sheer accident, we were fairly near the front, and thus able to hear everything, and see some of it.

After a simple speech by Alexander Bennett (whose actual title I forget, but he’s in charge of the Visitors Centre–and looks Very Nice in a kilt), a lady from the National Trust for Scotland introduced the two little boys (aged 6–he’d be 7 next day–and 11) who’d been chosen to perform the actual dedication; both of them were descended from men who’d fought at Culloden–one from a Jacobite soldier, the other from _both_ a Jacobite and a Government soldier. They were introduced, and together, cut a red ribbon stretched across the entrance to the new exhibition area–after which a drape was pulled aside on the wall beside us, revealing a plaque stating that the place was dedicated on April 16, 2008, by Shonaig Somebody (whose last name I forget) from the NTS, Somebody Haigh (kid #1, whose first name I forget, too), and Philip Nicoll (kid #2, and I have no idea why _his_ name stuck). Applause all round, followed by sandwiches and canapes and tiny plastic cups of whisky–”Culloden Cream” (this being a cream and whisky drink, ala Bailey’s Irish Cream, but with a sharper whisky edge to it) and “Tomatin” whisky.

Also Celtic music, supplied by a local group called Blazing Fiddles (and they _were_!) and then Highland Dancers, a quartet of young girls performing to taped pipe music. Neglected to mention before that a piper had been playing on the battlefield prior to the dedication–they said he was to play for the exact duration of the battle.

Beyond the great impact (and I do mean impact; they pull no punches; among the exhibits are not only the usual round musket balls retrieved from the field, but some of those flattened by the impact of passing through a man’s body) and excellent execution of the new Centre, the designers also put a great deal of subtle interpretation into the fabric of the Centre itself. At the beginning of the exhibit, you have the Government side of the story on one side (they make a great point of its being “the Govenrment” versus the Jacobites, rather than “Scots versus English”–very properly, as Scots (both Highland clans and Lowlanders) fought _with_ the Government in order to defeat what they saw as a Stuart invasion (with concomitant efforts to return Britain to Catholicism, popery, and French influence)), and the evolving Jacobite story on the other (both with eerie shadow-boxes, where you touch a lighted panel, and the shadow of a person–nearly life-size–comes forward and tells you his or her story; the stories are from men and woman, people on both sides, and told in both English and Gaelic (a lot more emphasis is paid to the Gaelic culture in this new version). The backing of the exhibits on the Government side is made of raw-looking boards–which at the beginning are all higgledy-piggledy, but as you pass through, begin to lie closer together, and by the end of the story, are running in tight, true lines. This–as the staff explained to us–symbolizing the ragged nature of the Government’s information and organization, as they began to get wind of the advancing Jacobite plot–this then becoming firmer and more orderly, to culminate in the solid battle lines that had won the day.

Because of the crowd of people, they were sending them through the exhibit in small groups at ten-minute intervals. We’d seen the exhibit the night before, so instead, we went outside for a brief look at the battlefield itself–not wanting to forget just what the point was, amongst the hoopla and celebration.

It was a day of sun and shadow, with a booming wind that came roaring over the moor. I’d luckily thought better of wearing the long, floaty silk skirt [g], in view both of the wind and the fact that the temperature was about 9 degrees Celsius–but I did have the floaty silk ruana, worn over three layers of warm clothes. When we stepped out, the wind caught the back of this and whirled it up around my head; Doug said it looked as though I was proposing to introduce Islam to Scotland (did not see any mosques on Huntly Street or Bank Street, though I wouldn’t bet that there isn’t one, somewhere in Inverness).

Got disentangled to find myself standing beside a long outer wall of the building, built of stones some 3-4″ in height, most a foot or so long–some of them set so that they protruded from the wall itself. One of the staff explained that these, too, were symbolic–the protruding stones were of two kinds, and each stone sticking out symbolized either a dead Jacobite (some 700 of them) or a Government soldier (about 50) who’d died on the field. (There’s a part of the battlefield near the Center, with a stone of its own that reads, “The Field of the English. They were buried here.”)

Going down along this wall toward the battlefield, we met a woman with a black eye (a _big_ black eye), who stopped dead and said, “Excuse me–but are you by any chance Diana and Doug?” This turned out to be “Mac”–an online friend of Susan’s (Susan being the helpful person who comes to do the bookkeeping and haul all my junk to the post office). I’d told Susan that I’d hang about a bit after the dedication, in case any of the online listers or Ladies of Lallybroch who might live nearby might want to stop by and say hello–and Mac had driven down from Thurso (! )–which is _not_ nearby–to do so, with her friend Linda.

We chatted for a bit, and Mac explained that the black eye was the result of her having walked into the new plate-glass sliding door at her local supermarket, and told us that she’d just met a staff member hurrying along, who’d stopped to ask about her eye, and then said, “I’m just going to inspect the gentleman who’s been reported lying in the grass, to see if he’s all right.” (Returning, the lady reported that indeed, the gentleman lying in the grass was fine, “He was just lying back in the grass, listening to the birds.” Scotland is a very tolerant country, it’s history of religious schism notwithstanding.)

Parting from Mac and Linda, we walked down onto the battlefield. It’s a quiet place. Notwithstanding wind, or visitors, or the Highland sheep that the NTS has used now and then to remove the saplings and help restore the moor to what they think is likely its original condition. Very quiet.

The lines of the two armies are shown by lines of flags–red and blue–fluttering in the wind. And just beyond the end of the Government lines, the path leads down beside the Well of the Dead “Where the Chief of the MacGillvrays Fell”. It’s a very small spring, welling out of the ground just by the path; you’d miss it, without the stone beside it. Someone had put the heads of fresh–cut daisies in the water; they floated there, safely out of the wind.

And just beyond this, the path lies between wide, grassy verges, on which the clan stones are ranged. These were put up to commemorate the fallen of the various clans–Clan MacIntosh (which has three stones; evidently MacIntosh was in the thick of it); MacGillivray, Stewart of Appin, Cameron…Clan Fraser. People who visit Culoden often send me pictures of the Fraser clanstone. Not like the pictures they send me of standing stones; those always have the sender or a friend standing with the stone, smiling and waving. There are never any people in the photographs of the clan stone. Just the lump of lichened granite that says “Clan Fraser.”

We came back, quiet in the wind, to meet other online people who’d come to the Visitors Centre to say hello–I think I met seven or eight, all told–and sign books. On the way, I saw the boggy hollow where Jamie woke after the battle, knowing he was dead. And looked back at the clan stones, ragged lines beside the path, that say, “Don’t forget.” And back again at the new wall, with its fresh gray stones that say, “We haven’t.”

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  1. Thanks for relating your experiences at the dedication of the new visitors centre. If one goes to the National Trust for Scotland (http://www.nts.org.uk/Culloden/PPF/VisitorCentre/) there is a “virtual tour” (which for some reason gave me an “error on page” message a few minutes ago)and some photographs of the battlefield, etc. Of course, the description Diana gave of the exhibition is far superior to anything a computer can generate (g) it does give you a bit of an idea of the lay of the land, so to speak. Diana, enjoy the rest of your holiday, and safe home.

  2. Diana,

    Thank you, what a moving description!

  3. Diana,

    You have moved me to tears. You have introduced so many new and interesting things into my life that I probably never would have known before. Thank you.

  4. I wish you’d stop making me cry…I’ve been bawling like a babe all week long thanks to you!

    Truly, you have the most remarkable way with words and such an ability to make be feel as if I’m walking beside you. Thank you so very much for allowing us to be a part of your journey.

    :hugs:
    nm

  5. Excellent! And thank you!

  6. Diana, You are bringing emotions out in me that have me near to tears. Most people would think what does a 260 year old battle in Scotland have to do with me.  Just think of the impact that Culloden ancestors (both Scottish and English)had on the North American continent. They literally helped form the United States and Canada(Revolutionary War). Ancestor after ancestor has fought in the Civil War, WW1,WW2, Korean, Vietnam, Gulf, and Iraqi War. I imagine you would even find their ancestors who died in the Twin Towers attack. I was one of the lucky families.  My father( WW2 North Africa), father-in-law ( WW2Pillipines), husband (Vietnam), and son (Iraq)came home intact.  I don’t have to see their names on a war memorial.                  I have tried to visit most US war memorials. From Arlingtion National Cemetery, Gettysburg, Pearl Harbor, the Alamo to name a few. To this day I can’t get my husband to visit the Vietnam Memorial.  To painful.  So when you think about it, Culloden isn’t some obscure battle that happened centuries ago in a foreign country. They weren’t fiction, they were very real people.
    People sometimes just take to much for granted about their lives, not realizing the sacrifices (right or wrong)others made long ago. Memorial Day is coming up, please go and honor your ancestors. They deserve it.

  7. Thank you for sharing that.

    You really do have the knack of making your reader experience things along with you.

  8. Diana:

    Thank you for sharing your adventures and helping us live the events and sacredness of the day. Very touching, indeed.

    Midge

  9. Beautifully written. Thank you for sharing your trip with us. Your description of seeing where Jamie had lain, knowing himself to be dead, hit me viscerally. Again, many thanks for allowing us to vicariously join your trip.

    Melissa
    (LOL LissC)

  10. Diana,

    Thanks again for sharing with us. Your journey sounds wonderful! Very moving!

    Vicki

  11. I also would like to thank you for sharing your thoughts and experiences at the new visitors centre at Culloden. I have a question that I’ve wanted to ask for some time: How important to you as a historical novelist is staying within the parameters of the historical record when writing a book? Thus, could you ever see yourself changing the historical facts to justify a plot development? Thank you in advance.

    Scott

  12. Dear Scott–

    No, I wouldn’t ever change historical events; if you do that, you sacrifice all your credibility as a historical novelist (of course, if you’re actually not _writing_ a historical novel, but rather an alternate-history fantasy, or something of the sort, or a straight (more or less [g])novel involving the possible ramifications of time-travel, that’s a different matter).

    That said, though…history has a lot of loopholes. [g] It really _isn’t_ a cut-and-dried set of facts, for the most part. I like to say that my books are as accurate as history is–which is quite true. But history is no more a constraint to a story than the octet/sestet structure is to composing a sonnet; it just provides you with a framework.

  13. I agree. Take Culloden for example. The battle was fought April 16, 1746. That is a historical fact that cannot be changed.

    You have several main players in that battle that are also factual. However, minor players and events during the battle are another story. There are things that happened that are listed as fact that cannot be changed or your reader will be the first to scream “It SO didn’t happen that way!” (to use current vernacular) but the stories that happened during the battle, those are open to the author’s imagination as long as they don’t interfere with history. i.e. Jamie as an example. We learn his thoughts and actions, but they’re not historical fact. They come from the mind of a talented, brilliant author who makes him real, makes his story real enough that we’re willing to accept that it is a part of those historical facts.

    However, make the battle on another day, or change the reasons it was fought and you’ll have a rebellion on your hands from your readers.

    JMHO

    nm

  14. If you only knew how many Google searches I’ve made as a result of something I read in one of your books! (g) And how one search turns into another, into another, etc., etc. You’ve turned me into a student of history – both European and American – and that is a very good thing, I think. Thanks!

  15. As an amateur historian and a lover of historical fiction I agree that the historical record usually leaves a novelist enough leeway to craft a story utilizing both fictional characters and real persons.

    The question for me tends to be how real people and fictional characters are intergrated in the plot. Should real people play a subordinate role to the fictional ones or can a person from history be a successful lead protagonist in a book? Any thoughts?

    Scott

  16. I’m glad if people take on board that history is not a “set” thing and, whilst research goes on into the written and archaeological record, whatever we find is always open to interpretation. As Diana said, it is a framework within which one can work.

    Oh, and a little thought for you – did you know that the there was a discrepancy of 11 days between the Julian & the Gregorian calendars? For example, Jacobite officers celebrated Prince Charles’s birthday in Perth in 1745 on 31 December and yet a year later, Jacobite ladies celebrated it in Edinburgh on 20th December because of the change of calendar.

    Most European countries had changed from the Julian to the Gregorian calendar by the time of the ’45 but Protestant countries were reluctant to change because the new calendar had been initiated by the Vatican and worked out by Jesuits (i.e. Roman Catholics). Scotland was already using the “new” calendar in around 1600 but, with the uniting of the crowns of Scotland and England in 1603, they had to go back to the Julian calendar or rather, Scotland used a mixture of both, rather than totally adopting the “old” calendar. In 1707, when there was political union with England, Scotland had to go back to using the “old” calendar.

    It wasn’t until September 1752 that England adopted the “new” calendar; given this confusion, it is perfectly possible to say the Culloden was actually fought on 5th April 1746, rather than 16th April 1746, depending on which calendar you were using, due to the discrepancy in the years when Scotland and England adopted the different calendars!

    See how “facts” can be interpreted? This is why history is such a fun framework to “hang” things on and is such a rich resource from which wonderful stories of the everyday life of people can be reconstructed. So thank you, Diana, for the richness of your books and for being so meticulous in your research.

    Irene

  17. Dear Irene–

    I did know about the calendar change–but luckily, I haven’t written anything set in 1752, so didn’t have to deal with the ramifications thereof. [g]

  18. Dear nm–

    Yes, exactly. Dates (though bearing in mind Irene’s warning; sometime even dates aren’t what we think they are/were, either [g]), treaties, places (though even these are subject to change. Nobody disputes that the battle of Culloden took place “on Drumossie Moor”–but no one knows just how _much_ of the moor was involved, or how big it was at the time, and they’re only recently trying to figure out what the moor probably looked like at the time of the battle and restore it to that condition. The new Visitors Centre of which you’ve heard so much [g] exists in part because, when they went to remodel the old Visitors Centre, they discovered bodies underneath it (!) and realized that the original Trust had built it on top of one of the Government battle lines, not having realized exactly where they were)–these parameters, you usually can’t change. Most other things you find in history are guesses or (not infrequently) lies and misrepresentations. (Bear in mind that what you read in, say, _The New York Times_ will be official “history” for people reading it 20, 50, 100 years hence. How accurate and complete do you think most contemporary newspaper accounts are?)

  19. Dear Scott–

    Well, that’s a really good question. It depends, I think, on a number of things: a) how much is actually _known_ (more or less for sure [g]) about the historical character in question? and b) how do you plan to use them?

    If there isn’t much known, you’re pretty free–you could use Alexander the Great, for instance, and make him just about any sort of character you liked, and have him do anything you wanted–provided only that if you happened to mention anything pertaining to his world-conquering, you got the specifics right.

    But even if you respect the written record with regard to historical characters’ actions, speech, and thoughts–there are still ethical concerns, aren’t there? Is it justifiable to show a historical person engaged in discreditable behavior, if you have no evidence that he _did_ things like that? Is it legit to blacken the character of the dead, even if it _does_ say “Fiction” on the spine?

    That’s a line every writer draws for him or herself. Personally, I try never to show a historical person doing anything worse than what they’re (more or less) known (or reported) to have done–but other folk might feel differently.

    Just in terms of using historical personages as protagonists, though–I don’t see any problem with that, _per se_. I’ve seen it done often, and very successfully.

    • Dear Diana,

      In your research did you ever come across my ancester… Donald Macleod of Galtrigal who married Catherine MacDonald of the Glenaladale family. He is know as Prince Charlie’s Pilot or the “Faithful Palinurus”?

      I almost recognise Donald the Old Trojan of Berenay and his little skinny offsider in regards to the missing Jacobite Gold.

      I love your books and just found on on Wikipedia there are a couple of books released in recent years that I haven’t read.

      I appreciate the in depth research you must do to build your characters and places… I can’t think of another author who can make me feel like “I am actually there”.

      thank you… Noni

  20. Perfect example, Diana.

    Since the boundary lines are not ‘set’ as far as the amount of ground Culloden actually covered, one does have leeway in how they take that information and use it. We know many of the central characters as well and what their actions were in some cases. The rest is left to the writer to bring alive on paper in a way to make the reader believe what they’re reading is entirely possible without changing the basic historical information.

    A hard line to balance on sometimes, when your character is yelling something at you and you’re yelling back that it’s impossible, he can’t change history! [g]

  21. Hi Diana – Yes, thank you for the captivating descriptions of the new Culloden Battlefield Memorial Visitors Centre. I look forward to going back there one day and checking it out for myself! I just have to thank you Diana… your story of Jamie and Claire Fraser has instilled in me, a love for Scotland and its history, and is the most attributable reason why I went to explore the country last year. A most pleasurable experience.

    Oh – since the kick-off of this blog, I have gone back to re-read the books and just this morning started ‘Drums of Autumn’. I was startled; on the inside of the cover my aunt had written a “Happy 17th Birthday” greeting to me. 17!! I read your first book at least 3 years prior to this. A little young, no?! Bah! I remember buying the book in the airport – I was on my way to Croatia for the summer and looking for the largest and most interesting book I could find for lazy beach reading. *g* My nose was in that book constantly!! In fact, it annoyed my dad to the point that, one day, he jokingly slapped the book out of my grasp. To his amusement (and to my horror) the book landed with a big splat – in the Adriatic Sea. Needless to say, I dived right after it and spent the remainder of my vacation reading a book the size of Ping An *g*

  22. Diana,

    I imagine you may have already heard this before, but have you listened to “Culloden’s Harvest” by Deanta? I heard it quite a while back, and I remembered thinking how haunting and beautiful it was. I just looked it up again after reading your two descriptions of the new Visitors’ Center. If you haven’t heard it, or anyone else on this board, you should listen. There is at least one recording on youtube. Thanks again for the post.

  23. I listen to Culloden’s Harvest. Very haunting music. I also realized I was mis-pronouncing Culloden. I must have been Americanizing it. Saying Cull’o'den instead of Cul’loden(with a ‘la sound for the ‘O .
    Why is it when you put music to something it goes right to the soul?

  24. An acquaintance of mine who spends his time in Scotland in the summers also pronounces Jacobite alot different then I do. I can’t remember the exact way he pronounced it. Is it Jacob’ite or Jaco’bite, or neither. I am lost when it comes to understanding ethnic languages. I was also told Celtic can be pronounce with the K sound or the S sound.

  25. Thanks for all the wonderful stories about your trip – I’m especially looking forward to hearing about your visit to the Isle of Man, since I grew up there.

  26. Like Diana I visited the new Vistors Center at Culloden with my wife on the opening day. We were not invited to the official dedication but got in for the rest of the afternoon festivities.
    One of the highlights was to meet Diana and Doug and it was great to chat to her. She stood out from the crowd in her “peacock blue” wrap.
    We didnt have time to visit all of the new interpretation displays but I had a battlefield tour led by Dr Tony Pollard of Glasgow University who had carried out a lot of Battlefield Archaeology ( as seen in the TV programme “Two Men in a Trench”) which found new evidence of what took place at the battle.
    I just hope that Diana and Doug had such a tour which updated me on what took place on that day.
    We hope to return later in the year and spend more time at the center.

  27. My sis and I went to Culloden a couple years ago and were there on a day when there were re-enacters, both American and Scots. My sis is a re-enacter also, so she had much to talk about with the men and also the woman who spins wool as that is my sister’s chosen work. I did see the Fraser stone and bought a Fraser badge. While we watched the movie in the old visitor’s center, an elderly woman behind us was weeping. We bought a couple of your books for friends at home, also. A very nice visit. I hope we get to go back again to see the new center; my sis makes an excellent navigator, shouting “keep left, keep left!” at all the roundabouts, my most hated part of driving there.

  28. Unless you are a history major, you have no idea what happened at Culloden. Thank you Diana for sharing. I pray one day I will be able to visit Culloden and pray tribute to those lives lost.

  29. Dear Diana,
    My husband and I were privileged to be at Culloden the day before the new Visitors Center dedication, not knowing that the dedication was the next day, and certainly not knowing that you were going to be there. I heard it on the news that night, while in our hotel room in Dundee.
    We did walk the battlefield and did see the Clan Fraser stone, among others, and were very moved by the battlefield itself. As you described, very quiet except for the wind.
    We checked out the farmhouse, and of course the exhibit, but wished we’d had more time for everything. We were on a tour, so our time was not all our own, and I had my heart set on seeing Clava Cairns. Our guide was kind enough to call a cab to take the two of us over to the Cairns. What a hauntingly beautiful place!
    I was struck by the fact that there were no security guards, and the fences and gates around the Cairns were obviously built to keep out only the four-legged types of ne’er-do-wells. There was no grafitti, or trash ANYWHERE! It’s obvious the Scottish people respect their monuments and historical treasures…at least out in the countryside.
    What a great trip that was, to see a lot of the sites you described in the Outlander books, and imagine the Fraser clan living their adventures all around us.
    Thanks so much for your stories and the enchanting way you write them! Can hardly wait for the next book!

  30. Dear Diana,
    I THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart ~ firstly, for writing the Outlander series, making Jamie
    and Claire as real to me as any fictional characters have ever been. I look forward to reading more
    of their lives and their families, and can NOT fathom having you bring them to conclusion …. ever!
    There are so many characters that can supply you with storylines; I hope you never get bored of them.

    Secondly, THANK YOU for continuing the connection between yourself, your characters, your stories and your readers. This website has been a blessing to me, because each and every one of the books (I’m just starting #7) have opened up more questions re: the historical information. I spend so much time here on your website as well as on the internet, delving deeper into the Highlands as well as the
    North Carolina connections.

    As a fairly new reader (I started Outlander at the end of January, 2011 …approx. 3 months ago) I’m
    glad to have this opportunity to tell you how heart-warming these stories have been and that I am grateful to you for the time, energy, and honesty you have committed to them.

    God bless you!
    Barbara

  31. Thank you so much for this! My son visited Culloden Moor several years ago, and stood by the Cameron stone (our Clan). Family lore says we had an ancestor killed in the Battle. He said he felt sad there, and a sense of loss. This battle site is so important to Highland history, and its so very important that the battlefield and history be preserved.

  32. A friend loan me the Outlander. I couldn’t put the book down. I read it in a few days. Your stories move so quickly that every time I thought, I would only read a couple more pages, then there would be something else happens. Later I would look at the clock and three hours have gone by. The characters in your books are so real that when I finished the series I feel that I have lost friends.

    I just finished reading An Echo in the Bone. By the cliffhangers you left, I feel and hope there is another book coming. I have learned quite a lot of Scottish History. Thank you. I am from Irish descent. Therefore, I have been interested in Irish history, and the history of Prince Edward Island, Canada where there are many Scottish.
    I am going to start on the Lord John Series.

    Thank you for such wonderful books

  33. I’m trying not to be upset with you…or with my sister, who turned me on to your work. It took me four months to read up to Echo and all of John Grey (which means a may have slightly neglected the housework and maybe even my kids a little bit…but not much!). Now Jem is on a railcar in a pitch dark cave, headed for a timegate and you are off doing tours, signing books, and reading 17 books at a time! I may be a little hypersensetive since I have a son Jem”s age (his name is Gavin, which made the hanging a bit unsettling, but I liked hearing Jamie say my son”s name). I need to know what happens to the boy, so drop everything and finish this. And please, for my husband’s sake, end this now. He cannot handle me waiting for another one!
    And just so you know, I have loved every word I have read so far. You are an artist, and I thank you for the gift you have given me.

    • Dear Christy–

      Much obliged. {g} As for Jem, the pick-up to his cliffhanger is among the excerpts under “Book Eight”, under the “Writing” tab on this site.

      –Diana

  34. I cannot thank you enough or truly explain to you what an impact your Outlander series has had on me.

    Firstly, it opened up an amazing world to me. Literally and figuratively. It inspired me to take my first trip to Europe and I will be heading back to Scotland for the third time this year come August!! When people ask WHY I would possibly be going back to the same place again……they (wink, wink) assume that I must have met someone there. How to explain that well, yeah, but he’s a bit older than I, married and, um, fictional. :-)

    During our first visit, my friend and I made a point to visit Culloden. This was no small feat, since it was explained that it was not part of our tour (too much of a downer). We left our luggage on the tour van, got out a map, hopped on a local bus and away we went explaining that we would meet up with them later that day. It did not disappoint. While it was definitely a solemn place, it was one that I will always remember fondly. When I located the Fraser stone, I actually cried. Mind, I’ve not a Scottish gene in my body. Pity that.

    We stayed a while in Edinburgh and of course loved eating lunch at The World’s End. We made wonderful friends who I cannot wait to visit again this summer and fell in love with Jamie and Claire’s world. We’ve also introduced them to countless people who have embraced them as wholly as I have. These range from my mom who reads nothing but murder mysteries, my Aunt who was equally heartbroken when she finished the last book, stating “I didn’t want to leave my friends”, to a new friend in Scotland who cannot seem to find the books over there, so we mail them to him from New York!!

    Thank you again from the bottom of my heart!! …..and, of course, hurry up and write. I hate to see my poor Aunt suffering so. :-)

  35. Post Script…..I just finished reading A Leaf On The Wind. I hadn’t even realized that it’d been published until I checked your website today…..That was such a much needed read. Kind of like throwing a crumb to a starving man……NEED MORE!!! Loved it, btw….. :-)

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