There was a feeling, not sudden, but complete, as though I had been given a small object to hold unseen in my hands. Precious as opal, smooth as jade, weighty as a river stone, more fragile than a bird's egg. Infinitely still, live as the root of Creation. Not a gift, but a trust. Fiercely to cherish, softly to guard. The words spoke themselves and disappeared into the groined shadows of the roof.
Diana GabaldonAnd Finally I put down the last and the best advice I knew, on growing older. 'Stand up straight and try not to get fat.
Diana GabaldonConflict and character are the heart of good fiction, and good mystery has both of those in spades.
Diana Gabaldon