Local legends spoke of the Fuil nan Creagan —the Blood of the Crags. They said that when the moon hung like a silver sickle, the stones would weep a dark, viscous sap. But Jamie, kneeling in the damp heather, saw it for what it truly was: a tear in the fabric of time that was physically hemorrhaging.
He stood, wrapped his plaid tight against the Highland chill, and looked toward the horizon. He couldn't go to her, but he knew now that the very earth beneath his feet was keeping the door open. Outlander - Blood of...
Jamie watched, frozen, as his father took a dirk and sliced his palm, pressing the red life-force into the stone. The rock drank it greedily. In that moment, Jamie understood: his family’s destiny hadn’t started with Claire’s fall through the circle. It had been bought and paid for by his father’s blood years before, a sacrifice to ensure that when a "Sassenach" finally arrived, the stones would recognize the Fraser line and let her through. Local legends spoke of the Fuil nan Creagan
"Blood of my blood," he murmured into the wind, "and bone of my bone." He stood, wrapped his plaid tight against the
It was 1752, a decade after the smoke had cleared from Culloden, and Jamie Fraser found himself back at the hill where his heart had been torn out. He wasn't there to find Claire—he knew she was safe in a future he couldn’t touch—but because the "Blood of my Blood" was calling from the earth itself.