Okay, so I finished rereading "Voyager" by Diana Gabaldon yesterday, the third book in the "Outlander" series. Back in 1968, historian Roger Wakefield is helping Claire and Brianna search for Jamie, and they find him on the rolls of a prison. In 1766 (I've probably got the dates all wrong, since I don't have the book right in front of me. Close enough though) Jamie spent 7 years living in a cave at Lallybroch, and he has one of his tenants turn him in to the English for the reward money, otherwise everyone is going to starve. He goes to prison and meets up with John Grey again, the youth who tried to kill him in the second book because he thought he'd kidnapped Claire. Eventually Claire makes the heartrending choice to leave Brianna and go back through the stones to find Jamie. She does, and after his nephew, Ian, is kidnapped by pirates, they hop onboard a ship and chase after him, ending up in the West Indies. It was a lot of fun.
I have to admit, while I liked the third Mary Russell book better than the second, I still didn't like it as much as the first. I think she made a mistake having Mary and Sherlock marry so quickly in the series, it would have been a lot more fun if she'd drug that out a little and let the tension crackle. Oh well. It's weird to imagine Sherlock Holmes married.
Sherlock and Mary are visited by an archeologist they briefly met in Palestine several years earlier, Dorothy Ruskin. Dorothy has a letter she wants Mary to have, a letter purportedly written by Mary Magdalene nearly 2,000 years earlier. Dorothy is killed a day later, hit by an automobile. Sherlock and Mary investigate and quickly discover it was not an accident. There were definitely some fun moments, but she set the bar pretty high with the first book.
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