The Fiery Cross

Paperback | October 1, 2002

byDiana Gabaldon

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At last The Fiery Cross, the eagerly awaited fifth volume in the award-winning and bestselling Outlander series, is available in paperback.

Crossing the boundaries of genre with its unrivalled storytelling, Diana Gabaldon’s new novel is a gift both to her millions of loyal fans and to the lucky readers who have yet to discover her. In the ten years since her extraordinary debut novel, Outlander, was published, Diana Gabaldon has entertained scores with her heart-stirring stories and remarkable characters. The four volumes of her bestselling saga, featuring eighteenth-century Scotsman Jamie Fraser and his twentieth-century, time-travelling wife, Claire Randall, boasts over 500,000 copies in Canada.

Here, now in trade paperback, is The Fiery Cross, the eagerly awaited fifth volume in this remarkable, award-winning series of historical novels. The year is 1771, and war is approaching. Jamie Fraser’s wife has told him so. Little as he wishes to, he must believe it, for hers is a gift of dreadful prophecy -- a time-traveller’s certain knowledge. To break his oath to the Crown will brand him a traitor; to keep it is certain doom. Jamie Fraser stands in the shadow of the fiery cross -- a standard that leads nowhere but to the bloody brink of war.

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At last The Fiery Cross, the eagerly awaited fifth volume in the award-winning and bestselling Outlander series, is available in paperback.Crossing the boundaries of genre with its unrivalled storytelling, Diana Gabaldon’s new novel is a gift both to her millions of loyal fans and to the lucky readers who have yet to discover her. In t...

Diana Gabaldon is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the wildly popular Outlander novels, as well as the related Lord John Grey books, one work of nonfiction, and the Outlander graphic novel The Exile. She lives in Scottsdale, Arizona.

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Format:PaperbackDimensions:992 pages, 9.19 × 6.09 × 1.27 inPublished:October 1, 2002Publisher:Doubleday CanadaLanguage:English

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Rated 5 out of 5 by from Superbly written Another fantastic book . Don't want the series to end.can"t get enough. Diana takes.the reader so vividly into the lives of these characters that you wish you were actually there.
Date published: 2015-09-01
Rated 4 out of 5 by from The Fiery Cross Almost as good as the previous volumes I found it to be a bit dragged out, as if the author was running out of exciting things to write about.
Date published: 2015-02-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Book 5 It continues to be the best of the best. Cried a few times and laughed also. I really feel as though these characters actually lived. Can't wait to read the next book.
Date published: 2015-01-25
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Love this Series I started reading this series in October and now about 1/3 or the way through the Fiery Cross. I love books intertwined with History and the author does such a good job describing the scenes that I feel like I am really there. Jamie and Claires adventures have not disappointed thus far. Great read If your like me make sure you have lots of time on hand before you pick up the books because it is so hard to put them done.
Date published: 2014-12-16
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Beyond words.... My love for this series is beyond words, and can only be expressed by the amount of times I have read this series..... And will read it.
Date published: 2014-04-08
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Beyond words.... never get tired of Diana Gabaldon's Outlander series. Character development is great, but can any one family really suffer all the misfortune and recovery? I guess that's what makes her stories compelling despite their length. 1st 1300+ page e-book I've read.
Date published: 2014-03-22
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Falling in love with Jamie all over again I'm not sure why this installment of the Outlander series has received the lowest marks of all the books. I loved this book. There was less adventure than the last few books, but no shortage of drama. I enjoyed spending time with Jamie/Claire (and even Roger/Brianna) as they went about their daily lives on the Ridge. I relished their trials and tribulations. And I adored Jamie anew. He is a love. Completely enthralled all over again. Looking forward to book #6!
Date published: 2013-10-24
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Beyond words.... Loved it! All the pages, it was a nice breather to enjoy family time with the Frasers and the Mackenzies :) exploring tragic events trend (cause you can bet the break doesn't last long)... We needed that or else it wouldn't be a novel written by Diana Gabaldon!! Other readers wine about the events that take place to these characters and maybe I'm more of a sadistic prude, but I'll take well developed characters and (harsh or not) difficulties in life over a mushy gushy love story any day! Je suis priest, Diana! What else is in store for these peeps?!?!
Date published: 2013-09-09
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Such a Powerful Series Reviewed at Another Look Book Reviews My Re-Read Review of The Fiery Cross The Fiery Cross was a re-read for me. Originally I read it in 2010 and the entire Outlander series never really leaves my mind. I was really looking forward to this particular re-read of The Fiery Cross because I had originally rated 4 of 5 hearts . Looking back, was I crazy? The Fiery Cross is definitely worthy of a 5 rating without a doubt. I highly recommend re-reads. I do remember I was like a savage reader of this series in 2010. I was so desperate to read as fast as I could and to fit as much Jamie and Claire into my day as possible. This time around in 2012, I know how everything ends so I was much more paced and I just really sat back and enjoyed each chapter. I absorbed more of Jamie and Claire's daughter, Bree and her husband, Roger's scenes and I found myself much more interested in reading about the Gathering. The Fiery Cross starts off at the yearly Scottish Gathering. I remember thinking the first time around, 'when is this Gathering over with already'. But this time I paid much more attention to the names of the secondary characters. As many of these characters make repeats later in this book and I recalled them much more clearly. I also paid attention to some of the subtle hints that were placed on some of the secondary characters for future book plots. The Fiery Cross also marks off the beginning of the militias and ignites the sparks that later fueled the American Revolution. Once again I am reminded that the first time I read The Fiery Cross I was not really having much interest with the American Revolution (as I am Canadian) but since Diana Gabaldon places so much historical accuracy in her books, I found my eyes glued to the pages this time. For fun I used Wikipedia to see if some the characters she was writing about really existed. (as I mentioned I'm Canadian and we focus on Canadian history in school) I did find Herman Husband and a few others (Governor William Tryon) and I took the time to read more about their bios. I actually found it fascinating. There are some memorable and fabulous scenes in The Fiery Cross. As usual Diana Gabaldon delivered a kaleidoscope of emotions. Here are some of my favourites without too much of a spoiler. I laughed out loud when Claire finally built her microscope and she tried to have a medical discussion with Jamie. "So what ye've got there is broth that the mold has pissed in, is that right." Not to mention the most fabulous sperm discussion. My heavy heart at the mention of Ian. The warmth I felt for Jamie and Claire's love for each other. "Tell her...I meant it." The gasping of my breath with Roger's misfortune I also found I paid much more attention to the descriptions of Jamie and Claire's big house. I picture a different whitewashed residence than I previously did and the layout of the farm is placed differently in my mind now. I have a completely different view of Jamie's aunt Jocasta's house too. One thing does remain completely the same for me on this re-read of The Fiery Cross. The last last line of the book is still the best of any book I have ever read.
Date published: 2012-12-01
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Love the series, Love Jamie and Claire! Claire, Jamie, Brianna and Roger are making a life for themselves on the Ridge, in relative safety. The family attends a Gathering at which Jamie is required to call all the men from the families on the Ridge to create a militia. With the knowledge of the civil revolution coming in four years Jamie must protect his family and walk a thin line of politics to keep them safe. Add to their troubles Stephan Bonnet and you have a fast paced storey with love, adventure and mystery! This is a must read series! They are long, but you get so caught up in them.
Date published: 2010-01-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from One word " Amazing" When I first started the series I didn't think I would like it , my mom had read them and loved them. But I started I couldn't put them down. I just finished number 5 and It is just as good as the first one and I can't wait to get the next. Reading this was just like watching a movie that was how well written it was. I am not one for words but what I can say is that this book along with all the rest is amazing and I think that everyone should read them.
Date published: 2006-07-03
Rated 1 out of 5 by from Such a snore! I'm used to not being able to put down a book of Diana Gabaldon's, hence why I was so excited about this book. It took me almost 6 months to read and that's only because I am stubborn! I could have easily left it and said goodbye to Jamie and Claire forever. You can tell that Gabaldon is only trying to stretch out the story to more books. It makes me sad that such a fine series has to die by this "Fiery Cross". Avoid this book and keep the sweet taste of "Drums of Autumn" intact.
Date published: 2006-06-16
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Carly I didn't think there was much more that could be said about Jamie and Claire untill I picked this book up. With all the new charactors and different times there is much to be learned of the Frasers and the Mackenzies. I lost many hours of sleep to this book. I guess I will catch up untill A Breath of snow and Ashes comes out.
Date published: 2005-08-09
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The Fiery Cross Diana Gabaldon has had me hanging on every word, from the first book in the series, Outlander . I've read all five, twice, in anticipation of the long awaited A Breath of Snow and Ashes in September (two more months!). Will Jamie and Claire escape their destiny of death by fire? I just know Diana will not disappoint us. The Fiery Cross is the continuing love story of Jamie and Claire, Roger, Brianna, and Jemmy - characters that have become a part of my family! My mother and I talk about them as if they are long lost cousins. You'll love this latest installment which includes confrontation once again with Stephen Bonnet (don't you just want to slap that man?!) - and some wonderful surprises near the end that had me laughing and crying out loud!! I'll definately be searching for more of Diana Gabaldon if the story of Jamie and Claire ever dares to end!! (Have you read the story of Lord John Grey?!)
Date published: 2005-07-04

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Happy the Bride the Sun Shines OnMount HeliconThe Royal Colony of North CarolinaNovember, 1770I woke to the patter of rain on canvas, with the feel of my first husband's kiss on my lips. I blinked, disoriented, and by reflex put my fingers to my mouth. To keep the feeling, or to hide it? I wondered, even as I did so.Jamie stirred and murmured in his sleep next to me, his movement rousing a fresh wave of scent from the cedar branches under our bottom quilt. Perhaps the ghost's passing had disturbed him. I frowned at the empty air outside our lean-to.Go away, Frank, I thought sternly.It was still dark outside, but the mist that rose from the damp earth was a pearly gray; dawn wasn't far off. Nothing stirred, inside or out, but I had the distinct sense of an ironic amusement that lay on my skin like the lightest of touches.Shouldn't I come to see her married?I couldn't tell whether the words had formed themselves in my thoughts, or whether they - and that kiss — were merely the product of my own subconscious. I had fallen asleep with my mind still busy with wedding preparations; little wonder that I should wake from dreams of weddings. And wedding nights.I smoothed the rumpled muslin of my shift, uneasily aware that it was rucked up around my waist and that my skin was flushed with more than sleep. I didn't remember anything concrete about the dream that had wakened me; only a confused jumble of image and sensation. I thought perhaps that was a good thing.I turned over on the rustling branches, nudging close to Jamie. He was warm and smelled pleasantly of woodsmoke and whisky, with a faint tang of sleepy maleness under it, like the deep note of a lingering chord. I stretched myself, very slowly, arching my back so that my pelvis nudged his hip. If he were sound asleep or disinclined, the gesture was slight enough to pass unnoticed; if he were not...He wasn't. He smiled faintly, eyes still closed, and a big hand ran slowly down my back, settling with a firm grip on my bottom."Mmm?" he said. "Hmmmm." He sighed, and relaxed back into sleep, holding on.I nestled close, reassured. The immediate physicality of Jamie was more than enough to banish the touch of lingering dreams. And Frank — if that was Frank — was right, so far as that went. I was sure that if such a thing were possible, Bree would want both her fathers at her wedding.I was wide awake now, but much too comfortable to move. It was raining outside; a light rain, but the air was cold and damp enough to make the cozy nest of quilts more inviting than the distant prospect of hot coffee. Particularly since the getting of coffee would involve a trip to the stream for water, making up the campfire — oh, God, the wood would be damp, even if the fire hadn't gone completely out — grinding the coffee in a stone quern and brewing it, while wet leaves blew round my ankles and drips from overhanging tree branches slithered down my neck.Shivering at the thought, I pulled the top quilt up over my bare shoulder and instead resumed the mental catalogue of preparations with which I had fallen asleep.Food, drink ... luckily I needn't trouble about that. Jamie's aunt Jocasta would deal with the arrangements; or rather, her black butler, Ulysses, would. Wedding guests — no difficulties there. We were in the middle of the largest Gathering of Scottish Highlanders in the Colonies, and food and drink were being provided. Engraved invitations would not be necessary.Bree would have a new dress, at least; Jocasta's gift as well. Dark blue wool — silk was both too expensive and too impractical for life in the backwoods. It was a far cry from the white satin and orange blossom I had once envisioned her wearing to be married in — but then, this was scarcely the marriage anyone might have imagined in the 1960s.I wondered what Frank might have thought of Brianna's husband. He likely would have approved; Roger was a historian — or once had been — like Frank himself. He was intelligent and humorous, a talented musician and a gentle man, thoroughly devoted to Brianna and little Jemmy.Which is very admirable indeed, I thought in the direction of the mist, under the circumstances.You admit that, do you? The words formed in my inner ear as though he had spoken them, ironic, mocking both himself and me.Jamie frowned and tightened his grasp on my buttock, making small whuffling noises in his sleep.You know I do, I said silently. I always did, and you know it, so just bugger off, will you?!I turned my back firmly on the outer air and laid my head on Jamie's shoulder, seeking refuge in the feel of the soft, crumpled linen of his shirt.I rather thought Jamie was less inclined than I — or perhaps Frank — to give Roger credit for accepting Jemmy as his own. To Jamie, it was a simple matter of obligation; an honorable man could not do otherwise. And I knew he had his doubts as to Roger's ability to support and protect a family in the Carolina wilderness. Roger was tall, well-built, and capable — but "bonnet, belt, and swordie" were the stuff of songs to Roger; to Jamie, they were the tools of his trade.The hand on my bottom squeezed suddenly, and I started."Sassenach," Jamie said drowsily, "you're squirming like a toadling in a wee lad's fist. D'ye need to get up and go to the privy?""Oh, you're awake," I said, feeling mildly foolish."I am now," he said. The hand fell away, and he stretched, groaning. His bare feet popped out at the far end of the quilt, long toes spread wide."Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you.""Och, dinna fash yourself," he assured me. He cleared his throat and rubbed a hand through the ruddy waves of his loosened hair, blinking. "I was dreaming like a fiend; I always do when I sleep cold." He lifted his head and peered down across the quilt, wiggling his exposed toes with disfavor. "Why did I not sleep wi' my stockings on?""Really? What were you dreaming about?" I asked, with a small stab of uneasiness. I rather hoped he hadn't been dreaming the same sort of thing I had."Horses," he said, to my immediate relief. I laughed."What sort of fiendish dreams could you be having about horses?""Oh, God, it was terrible." He rubbed his eyes with both fists and shook his head, trying to clear the dream from his mind. "All to do wi' the Irish kings. Ye ken what MacKenzie was sayin' about it, at the fire last night?""Irish ki — oh!" I remembered, and laughed again at the recollection. "Yes, I do."Roger, flushed with the triumph of his new engagement, had regaled the company around the fireside the night before with songs, poems, and entertaining historical anecdotes — one of which concerned the rites with which the ancient Irish kings were said to have been crowned. One of these involved the successful candidate copulating with a white mare before the assembled multitudes, presumably to prove his virility — though I thought it would be a better proof of the gentleman's sangfroid, myself."I was in charge o' the horse," Jamie informed me. "And everything went wrong. The man was too short, and I had to find something for him to stand on. I found a rock, but I couldna lift it. Then a stool, but the leg came off in my hand. Then I tried to pile up bricks to make a platform, but they crumbled to sand. Finally they said it was all right, they would just cut the legs off the mare, and I was trying to stop them doing that, and the man who would be king was jerkin' at his breeks and complaining that his fly buttons wouldna come loose, and then someone noticed that it was a black mare, and that wouldna do at all."I snorted, muffling my laughter in a fold of his shirt for fear of wakening someone camped near us."Is that when you woke up?""No. For some reason, I was verra much affronted at that. I said it would do, in fact the black was a much better horse, for everyone knows that white horses have weak een, and I said the offspring would be blind. And they said no, no, the black was ill luck, and I was insisting it was not, and..." He stopped, clearing his throat."And?"He shrugged and glanced sideways at me, a faint flush creeping up his neck."Aye, well. I said it would do fine, I'd show them. And I had just grasped the mare's rump to stop her moving, and was getting ready to ... ah ... make myself king of Ireland. That's when I woke."I snorted and wheezed, and felt his side vibrate with his own suppressed laughter."Oh, now I'm really sorry to have wakened you!" I wiped my eyes on the corner of the quilt. "I'm sure it was a great loss to the Irish. Though I do wonder how the queens of Ireland felt about that particular ceremony," I added as an afterthought."I canna think the ladies would suffer even slightly by comparison," Jamie assured me. "Though I have heard of men who prefer —""I wasn't thinking of that," I said. "It was more the hygienic implications, if you see what I mean. Putting the cart before the horse is one thing, but putting the horse before the queen...""The — oh, aye." He was flushed with amusement, but his skin darkened further at that. "Say what ye may about the Irish, Sassenach, but I do believe they wash now and then. And under the circumstances, the king might possibly even have found a bit of soap useful, in ... in...""In medias res?" I suggested. "Surely not. I mean, after all, a horse is quite large, relatively speaking...""It's a matter of readiness, Sassenach, as much as room," he said, with a repressive glance in my direction. "And I can see that a man might require a bit of encouragement, under the circumstances. Though it's in medias res, in any case," he added. "Have ye never read Horace? Or Aristotle?""No. We can't all be educated. And I've never had much time for Aristotle, after hearing that he ranked women somewhere below worms in his classification of the natural world.""The man can't have been married." Jamie's hand moved slowly up my back, fingering the knobs of my spine through my shift. "Surely he would ha' noticed the bones, else."I smiled and lifted a hand to his own cheekbone, rising stark and clean above a tide of auburn stubble.As I did so, I saw that the sky outside had lightened into dawn; his head was silhouetted by the pale canvas of our shelter, but I could see his face clearly. The expression on it reminded me exactly why he had taken off his stockings the night before. Unfortunately, we had both been so tired after the prolonged festivities that we had fallen asleep in mid-embrace.I found that belated memory rather reassuring, offering as it did some explanation both for the state of my shift and for the dreams from which I had awakened. At the same time, I felt a chilly draft slide its fingers under the quilt, and shivered. Frank and Jamie were very different men, and there was no doubt in my mind as to who had kissed me, just before waking."Kiss me," I said suddenly to Jamie. Neither of us had yet brushed our teeth, but he obligingly skimmed my lips with his, then, when I caught the back of his head and pressed him closer, shifted his weight to one hand, the better to adjust the tangle of bedclothes round our lower limbs."Oh?" he said, when I released him. He smiled, blue eyes creasing into dark triangles in the dimness. "Well, to be sure, Sassenach. I must just step outside for a moment first, though."He flung back the quilt and rose. From my position on the ground, I had a rather unorthodox view which provided me with engaging glimpses under the hem of his long linen shirt. I did hope that what I was looking at was not the lingering result of his nightmare, but thought it better not to ask."You'd better hurry," I said. "It's getting light; people will be up and about soon."He nodded and ducked outside. I lay still, listening. A few birds cheeped faintly in the distance, but this was autumn; not even full light would provoke the raucous choruses of spring and summer. The mountain and its many camps still lay slumbering, but I could feel small stirrings all around, just below the edge of hearing.I ran my fingers through my hair, fluffing it out round my shoulders, and rolled over, looking for the water bottle. Feeling cool air on my back, I glanced over my shoulder, but dawn had come and the mist had fled; the air outside was gray but still.I touched the gold ring on my left hand, restored to me the night before, and still unfamiliar after its long absence. Perhaps it was his ring that had summoned Frank to my dreams. Perhaps tonight at the wedding ceremony, I would touch it again, deliberately, and hope that he could see his daughter's happiness somehow through my eyes. For now, though, he was gone, and I was glad.A small sound, no louder than the distant birdcalls, drifted through the air. The brief cry of a baby waking.I had once thought that no matter the circumstances, there ought really to be no more than two people in a marriage bed. I still thought so. However, a baby was more difficult to banish than the ghost of a former love; Brianna and Roger's bed must perforce accommodate three.The edge of the canvas lifted, and Jamie's face appeared, looking excited and alarmed."Ye'd best get up and dress, Claire," he said. "The soldiers are drawn up by the creek. Where are my stockings?"I sat bolt upright, and far down the mountainside the drums began to roll.From the Hardcover edition.

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