Close to death

The whole Scene:

I don’t know,” I said, with the usu­al pang of faint reg­ret for my vanis­hed fami­ly. “It wasn’t on my birth cer­ti­fi­ca­te, and if Uncle Lamb knew, he never told me. I know when Bri­an­na was born, though,” I added, more cheer­ful­ly. “She was born at three minu­tes past three in the morning. The­re was a huge clock on the wall of the deli­very room, and I saw it.”
Dim as the light was, I could see his look of sur­pri­se clear­ly.
“You were awa­ke? I thought ye told me women are drug­ged then, so as not to feel the pain.”
“They most­ly were, then. I wouldn’t let them give me any­thing, though.” I sta­red upward. The shadows were thick around us now, but the sky was still clear and light above, a soft, bril­li­ant blue.
“Why the hell not?” he deman­ded, inc­redu­lous. “I’ve never seen a woman give birth, but I’ve heard it more than once, I’ll tell ye. And dam­ned if I can see why a woman in her right mind would do it, and the­re was any choice about it.”
“Well …” I pau­sed, not wan­ting to seem melo­dra­ma­tic. It was the truth, though. “Well,” I said, rather defi­ant­ly, “I thought I was going to die, and I didn’t want to die in my sleep.”
He wasn’t sho­cked. He only rai­sed one brow, and snor­ted faint­ly with amu­se­ment.
“Would ye no?”
“No, would you?” I twisted my head to look at him. He rub­bed the bridge of his nose, still amu­sed at the ques­ti­on.
“Aye, well, perhaps. I’ve come clo­se to death by han­ging, and I did­na like the wai­ting a bit. I’ve near­ly been kil­led in batt­le a few times; I can­na say I was much con­cer­ned about the dying then, though, bein’ too busy to think of it. And then I’ve near­ly died of wounds and fever, and that was mise­ry enough that I was loo­king for­ward ver­ra keen­ly to being dead. But on the who­le, given my choice about it, I think perhaps I would­na mind dying in my sleep, no.”
He lea­ned over and kis­sed me light­ly. “Pre­fer­a­b­ly in bed, next to you. At a ver­ra advan­ced age, mind.” He touched his tongue deli­ca­te­ly to my lips, then rose to his feet, brushing dried oak lea­ves from his bre­eks.

close to death_new

Becau­se some said it was to dark..i did this Quo­te with a new edit but keep this here..so you can choo­se.…

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Quote and Excerpt by Diana Gabal­don from “DoA“
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4 Comments

  1. Jan Moutz
    October 25
    Reply

    Lovely! Thank you!

    • Heike Ginger Ba
      October 25
      Reply

      Hi Jan,

      after a liit­le dis­cus­sion with others and mys­elf i made brigh­ter ver­si­on of the Quo­te and put the Jamie edit in the Water­weed-Sec­tion :)…i was in a dark mood yesterday..but the quo­te is a lovely one and deser­ve more light.. LG Hei­ke Gin­ger

  2. Marie rosato
    October 25
    Reply

    Thank you so much for sho­wing all my favo­ri­te sce­nes. The woman tru­ly wri­tes into my soul. I know I can count on you to give me a much nee­ded lift on my bad days thank you

    • Heike Ginger Ba
      October 25
      Reply

      Hi Maria,

      sor­ry to hear you have a bad day..glad i could help out with my litt­le edit :)..Dia­na is genius…LG Hei­ke Gin­ger

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