SPOILER ALERT: Dinna read unless ye have read part 3 in Written in My Own Heart's Blood.
MOBY banter with my hubby, Tom:
Me: "Poor Lord John...he's walking along, hiding in plain site and running into all these people he knows. He's in this mass exodus to cross the Delaware into NJ. And Ian just said they're headed to Freehold!!!!!"
Tom: "Ian's there?!?"
Me: "Yes. Ian and this dude, Percy... Jamie... Claire... They're ALL THERE!"
Tom: "Wait. Ian?"
Me: "Yes! Jamie's nephew!"
Tom: "Ohhh you mean Ian the son! What about Ian, his dad? The guy with one leg? I like him."
Me: (shakes head dejectedly) "Didn't make it." (in my best Roy Scheider voice from JAWS)
Tom: "Ohhhh no! Poor guy!! He should have walked through the 2014 stones, got himself an Oscar Pislari prosthetic leg...gone back...and he'd have been able to run away!"
Me: "Who? Wait, do you mean Oscar Pistorius?! THE MURDERER???"
Tom: "Yeah! That guy. Awful...but those legs make him fast. Ian could have gotten one of those cool bionic legs and gotten away."
Me: (shakes head again) Ian died in the last book. Of illness. Not battle."
Tom: "Which book?"