Oh, aye, Sassenach. I am your master . . . and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own. — Diana Gabaldon, Outlander
Oh, aye, Sassenach. I am your master . . . and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own. — Diana Gabaldon, Outlander
Oh, aye, Sassenach. I am your master . . . and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own. — Diana Gabaldon, Outlander
Oh, aye, Sassenach. I am your master . . . and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own. — Diana Gabaldon, Outlander
Oh, aye, Sassenach. I am your master . . . and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own. — Diana Gabaldon, Outlander
Oh, aye, Sassenach. I am your master . . . and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own. — Diana Gabaldon, Outlander
Oh, aye, Sassenach. I am your master . . . and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own. — Diana Gabaldon, Outlander
Oh, aye, Sassenach. I am your master . . . and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own. — Diana Gabaldon, Outlander
Oh, aye, Sassenach. I am your master . . . and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own. — Diana Gabaldon, Outlander
Oh, aye, Sassenach. I am your master . . . and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own. — Diana Gabaldon, Outlander
Oh, aye, Sassenach. I am your master . . . and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own. — Diana Gabaldon, Outlander
Oh, aye, Sassenach. I am your master . . . and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own. — Diana Gabaldon, Outlander
Oh, aye, Sassenach. I am your master . . . and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own. — Diana Gabaldon, Outlander
Oh, aye, Sassenach. I am your master . . . and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own. — Diana Gabaldon, Outlander
Oh, aye, Sassenach. I am your master . . . and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own. — Diana Gabaldon, Outlander
Oh, aye, Sassenach. I am your master . . . and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own. — Diana Gabaldon, Outlander
Oh, aye, Sassenach. I am your master . . . and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own. — Diana Gabaldon, Outlander
Oh, aye, Sassenach. I am your master . . . and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own. — Diana Gabaldon, Outlander
Oh, aye, Sassenach. I am your master . . . and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own. — Diana Gabaldon, Outlander
Oh, aye, Sassenach. I am your master . . . and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own. — Diana Gabaldon, Outlander
Oh, aye, Sassenach. I am your master . . . and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own. — Diana Gabaldon, Outlander
Oh, aye, Sassenach. I am your master . . . and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own. — Diana Gabaldon, Outlander
Oh, aye, Sassenach. I am your master . . . and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own. — Diana Gabaldon, Outlander
Oh, aye, Sassenach. I am your master . . . and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own. — Diana Gabaldon, Outlander
Oh, aye, Sassenach. I am your master . . . and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own. — Diana Gabaldon, Outlander
Oh, aye, Sassenach. I am your master . . . and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own. — Diana Gabaldon, Outlander
Oh, aye, Sassenach. I am your master . . . and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own. — Diana Gabaldon, Outlander
Oh, aye, Sassenach. I am your master . . . and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own. — Diana Gabaldon, Outlander
Oh, aye, Sassenach. I am your master . . . and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own. — Diana Gabaldon, Outlander
Oh, aye, Sassenach. I am your master . . . and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own. — Diana Gabaldon, Outlander
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Oh, aye, Sassenach. I am your master . . . and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own.

— Diana Gabaldon, Outlander
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