Diana Gabaldon Quote

What a mystery blood was — how did a tiny gesture, a tome of voice, endure through generations like the harder verities of flesh? He had seen it again and again, watching his nieces and nephews grow, and accepted without thought the ehoes of parent and grandparent that appeared for brief moments. the shadow of a face looking back through the years — that vanished again into the face that was now.

Drums of Autumn (ed. Dell, 2004) - ISBN: 9780440335177