An Echo in the Bone (Outlander, #7)

by Diana Gabaldon

Wait, though, Smith had said we’d passed Norfolk … “Well, bloody hell!” I said exasperated. “Where is Norfolk?” I knew where it was in relation to Highway I-64, but had no notion whatever what the blasted place looked like from the ocean.

“You the conjure-woman?” he called. “Yes.” I’d given up trying to make people call me a doctor, let alone a physician.

She hadn’t wished to take her own revenge, when they’d rescued her; he thought perhaps that had been a mistake, though he understood the part about her being a healer and sworn not to kill.