She had seen Brianna's face for a moment in the light; white as paper and hard as bone, with the eyes black holes. Her gentle, kindly mistress had vanished like smoke, taken over by a deamhan, a she-devil. Lizzie was a town lass, born long after Culloden. She had never seen the wild clansmen of the glens, or a Highlander in the grip of blood fury-but she'd heard the auld stories, and now she knew them true. A person who looked like that might do anything at all. She
( Diana Gabaldon )
[ Drums of Autumn ]
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