Outlander - Blood Of... 〈Exclusive Deal〉

As he pressed his palm against the central monolith, the air grew thick with the scent of ozone and gorse. Usually, the stones screamed with the sound of a thousand bees, but tonight, they whispered. They whispered a name: Brian.

The vision snapped. Jamie pulled his hand back, his own palm stinging. A thin, red line had opened across his skin, mirroring his father’s old wound. The stones fell silent. Outlander - Blood of...

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. As he pressed his palm against the central

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. The vision snapped