Blood of my Blood,

“ Blood of my Blood," he whispered, "and bone of my bone. You carry me within ye, Claire, and ye canna leave me now, no matter what happens, You are mine, always, if ye will it or no, if ye want me or nay. Mine, and I wilna let ye go. ”

Diana Gabaldon
  • From : Dragonfly in Amber
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