A Leaf on the Wind of All Hallows (Outlander, #8.5)

by Diana Gabaldon

For Jerry MacKenzie, it was his wife’s face and his lucky stone that usually settled the worms in his belly. She’d found it in a rocky hill on the Isle of Lewis, where they’d spent their brief honeymoon—a rough sapphire, she said, very rare.

he still felt that something important had been misplaced, torn off somehow, and left behind.

‘The bravest are surely those who have the clearest vision of what is before them, glory and danger alike, and yet notwithstanding, go out to meet it.’