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OK so I've been part of this site for like less then a month and this is my third time changing my profile bio thing lol. ok so I've decided i like to put a lot more information into my bio then what i actually had, so this time i'm writing more :)

so my name is Ashley-Ann, all my friends and family call me Ashley-Ann, but on the computer i usually just go by Ashley, it's much much easier! i'm 17 years old, born on March 18th 1991, in Comox B.C, Canada. yes i'm a very proud Canadian. when i was 6 i moved from B.C to the other coast, and i have lived here in the middle of no where for the past 11 years. i recently passed grade 11 with an 88.8 average which gives me Honors :D i'm very proud of that, but i would like to get back up to Honors with Distinction for my graduating year next year. (my dad said if i graduate next year with an average of 95 or higher, he'll take me to Vegas =D ) i am pretty much obsessed with vegas, and i have wanted to go there for so long! to me Vegas is like heaven, i mean, theres all the magic shows, cirque du soleil, and roller coasters. how could you not love it? im in love with Criss Angel, and Cirque Du Soleil, and i'm ecstatic that Criss is doing his own show with Cirque Du Soleil called "Believe" and i will die the day i get to go see it! (it starts this september just so you know! :D )

anyway, i love to write, read, listen to music, and play volleyball (best sport in the world! and if anyone say's it's not a contact sport, you need to take a look at my knees and elbows!... contact doesn't only mean with people!!) my favorite bands at the moment are Muse, and Paramore, but i also enjoy Jason Mraz, Within Temptation, Celldweller, and Criss Angel's music. my favorite authors are Diana Gabaldon, Janet Evanovich, and Stephenie Meyer... in my world they are all goddesses (is that a word?) each of these authors is quite different, and their book series that i love are completly differnt. wether it's a time traveling english women going back to her fantastic 18th century Scotish husband, a bounty hunter bombshell, who is stuck in a love triangle, with the 2 hottest men in town... and trying not to blow anymore of their cars up, or if it's a family of vegitarian vampires. all of my favorite authors have one thing in common, strong characters! people you love! that's what i try to do with my writing, i try to make you get to know who the characters are, and make you feel like you actually know them... i can only dream of being as good as they are.

anyway (i tend to say that a lot eh?) i'll do my best to create good stories that you will all enjoy, and i hope you continue to make me feel special, by adding me onto you favorite authors lists, and your author alert lists (you don't even know how awesome it made me feel when those alerts came in :P ) and i hope to keep creating stories that you will love as much as you seem to love memories (i should probabaly finish that first though eh?)

Lots of Love XOX

p.s i've been listening to the radio l8tly, my new favorite line in a song is:

It was 1989, my thoughts were short my hair was long
Caught somewhere between a boy and man
She was seventeen and she was far from in-between - Kid Rock - All Summer Long

LoL that's soooo ME XD ;) hehe well kinda :P

Some of my favorite quotes come from books, so i'm going to show them too you lol, these next quotes are all from Diana Gabaldon's Outlander series, six books consisting of about 7000 pages. every page is a work of art, and so it's very hard to get only a few favorite quotes and lines from the books. but i shall try

Most of these quotes are from Jamie, he's an 18th century Scot, he's married to Claire, who is a 20th century English women (who happend to have fallen back in time.) (so yes every word that will follow this is a direct quote from Diana's Books, she owns everything, i'm just a humble reader)

I turned to Jamie in sudden panic. "I can't marry you! I don't even know your last name!"
He looked down at me and cocked a ruddy eyebrow. "Oh. It's Fraser. James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser." Chapter 14: A Marriage Takes Place - Page 264

"There are things that I canna tell you, at least not yet. And I'll ask nothing of ye that ye canna give me. But what I would ask of ye--when you do tell me something, let it be the truth. And I'll promise ye the same. We have nothing now between us, save--respect, perhaps. And I think that respect has maybe room for secrets, but not for lies. Do ye agree?" Chapter 15: Revelations of the Bridal Chamber - Page 273

"I meant it, ye know," he said softly. "I will protect you. From him, or anyone else. To the last drop of my blood, mo duinne."
"Mo duinne?" I asked, a little disturbed by the intensity of this speech. I didn't want to be responsible for any of his blood being spilt, last drop or first.
"It means 'my brown one.'" He raised a lock of hair to his lips and smiled, with a look in his eyes that started all the drops of my own blood chasing each other through my veins. "Mo duinne," he repeated softly. "I have been longing to say that to you." Chapter 16: One Fine Day - Pages 312-313

"I'm sorry," Jamie said. "I dinna mean to wake ye, lass."
"What are you doing? Why are you awake?" I squinted over my shoulder at him. It was still dark, but my eyes were so accustomed that I could see the faintly sheepish expression on his face. He was wide awake, sitting on a stool by the side of the bed, his plaid flung around him for warmth.
"It's only...well, I dreamed you were lost, and I couldna find ye. It woke me, and...I wanted to look at ye, is all. To fix ye in my mind, to remember while I'm gone. I turned back the quilt; I'm sorry you were chilled." Chapter 24: By the Pricking of My Thumbs - Page 513

"I prayed all the way up that hill yesterday," he said softly. "Not for you to stay; I didna think that would be right. I prayed I'd be strong enough to send ye away." He shook his head, still gazing up the hill, a faraway look in his eyes.
"I said 'Lord, if I've never had courage in my life before, let me have it now. Let me be brave enough not to fall on my knees and beg her to stay.'" He pulled his eyes away from the cottage and smiled briefly at me.
"Hardest thing I ever did, Sassenach."Chapter 25: Thou Shalt Not Suffer a Witch to Live - Pages 563-564

"Well, I'll tell ye, Sassenach, 'graceful' is possibly not the first word that springs to mind at thought of you." He slipped an arm behind me, one hand large and warm around my silk-clad shoulder.
"But I talk to you as I talk to my own soul," he said, turning me to face him. He reached up and cupped my cheek, fingers light on my temple.
"And, Sassenach," he whispered, "your face is my heart."Chapter 11: Useful Occupations - Page 205

"Don't move, Sassenach," Jamie's voice came softly, next to me. "Just for a moment, mo duinne--be still."
I obligingly froze, until he touched me on the shoulder.
"That's all right, Sassenach," he said, with a smile in his voice. "It's only that ye looked so beautiful, wi' the fire on your face, and your hair waving in the wind. I wanted to remember it."
I turned to face him, then, and smiled at him, across the body of the child. The night was dark and cold, alive with people all around, but there was nothing where we sat but light and warmth--and each other.Chapter 32: Field of Dreams - Pages 560-561

He heaved a deep exasperated sigh. "Sassenach, I've been stabbed, bitten, slapped, and whipped since supper--which I dinna get to finish. I dinna like to scare children and I dinna like to flog men, and I've had to do both. I've two hundred English camped three miles away and no idea what to do about them. I'm tired, I'm hungry, and I'm sore. If you've anything like womanly sympathy about ye, I could use a bit!"Chapter 36: Prestonpans - Page: 622

"What is it, love?" I whispered. "Jamie, I do love you."
"I know it," he said quietly. "I do know it, my own. Let me tell ye in your sleep how much I love you. For there's no so much I can be saying to ye while ye wake, but the same poor words, again and again. While ye sleep in my arms, I can say things to ye that would be daft and silly waking, and your dreams will know the truth of them. Go back to sleep, mo duinne."
I turned my head, enough that my lips brushed the base of his throat, where his pulse beat slow beneath the small three-cornered scar. Then I laid my head upon his chest and gave my dreams up to his keeping.Chapter 45: Damn All Randalls - Page 865

"D'ye think I don't know?" he asked softly. "It's me that has the easy part now. For if ye feel for me as I do for you--then I'm asking you to tear out your heart and live without it."Chapter 46: Timor Mortis Conturbat Me - Page 887

"Claire," he said quietly. "Tomorrow I will die. This all that will be left of me--ever. I ask ye, Claire--I beg you--see it safe."
I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower's stem.
At last I bent my head to him, the wind grieving in my ears.
"Yes," I whispered. "Yes, I'll go."Chapter 46: Timor Mortis Conturbat Me - Page 888
(yes i did use a line like this in my story memories, it was just so beautiful i couldn't help myself, but i know Diana is the genious not me)

"I will find you," he whispered in my ear. "I promise. If I must endure two hundred years of purgatory, two hundred years without you--then that is my punishment, which I have earned for my crimes. For I have lied, and killed, and stolen; betrayed and broken trust. But there is one thing that shall lie in the balance. When I shall stand before God, I shall have one thing to say, to weigh against the rest."
His voice dropped, nearly to a whisper, and his arms tightened around me.
"Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, and God! I loved her well."Chapter 46: Timor Mortis Conturbat Me - Page 889

Unwrapping the blood-spotted handkerchief, I pressed my wounded hand tightly against his, fingers gripped together. The blood was warm and slick, not yet sticky between our hands.
"Blood of my Blood..." I whispered.
"...and Bone of my Bone," he answered softly. Neither of us could finish the vow, "so long as we both shall live," but the unspoken words hung aching between us. Finally he smiled crookedly.
"Longer than that," he said firmly, and pulled me to him once more.Chapter 46: Timor Mortis Conturbat Me - Page 892

Bloodshot blue eyes gleamed wide with alarm, under the spikes of matted red hair. "Where are ye sending me?" Turning from the door, Melton cast him a glance of intense dislike.
"You're the laird of Broch Tuarach, aren't you? Well, that's where I'm sending you."
"I dinna want to go home! I want to be shot!"Chapter 1: The Corbies' Feast - Page 15

"James MacKenzie Fraser," he murmured. He looked up from the paper to the sleeping woman on the sofa. The light had just touched the curve of her ear; she stirred briefly and turned her head, then her face lapsed back into somnolence.
"I don't know who you were, mate," he whispered to the unseen Scot, "but you must have been something, to deserve her."Chapter 13: Midgame - Page 190

I shook so that it was some time before I realized that he was shaking, too, and for the same reason. I don't know how long we sat there on the dusty floor, crying in each others arms with the longing of twenty years spilling down our faces.Chapter 24: A. Malcolm, Printer - Page 314

"I've seen ye so many times," he said, his voice whispering warm in my ear. "You've come to me so often. When I dreamed sometimes. When I lay in fever. When I was so afraid and so lonely I knew I must die. When I needed you, I would always see ye, smiling, with your hair curling up about your face. But ye never spoke. And ye never touched me."
"I can touch you now." I reached up and drew my hand gently down his temple, his ear, the cheek and jaw that I could see. My hand went to the nape of his neck, under the clubbed bronze hair, and he raised his head at last, and cupped my face between his hands, love glowing strong in the dark blue eyes.
"Dinna be afraid," he said softly. "There's the two of us now."Chapter 24: A. Malcolm, Printer - Page 316

"I had forgotten," he said, a moment later.
"Forgotten what?" His back was warm through the thin shirt.
"Everything." He spoke very softly, mouth against my hair. "Joy. Fear. Fear, most of all." His hand came up and smoothed my curls away from his nose.
"I havena been afraid for a verra long time, Sassenach," he whispered. "But now I think I am. For there is something to be lost, now."Chapter 26: Whore's Brunch - Page: 394

"For so many years," he said, "for so long, I have been so many things, so many different men." I felt him swallow, and he shifted slightly, the linen of his nightshirt rustling with starch.
"I was 'Uncle' to Jenny's children, and 'Brother' to her and Ian. 'Milord' to Fergus, and 'Sir' to my tenants. 'Mac Dubh' to the men of Ardsmuir and 'MacKenzie' to the other servants at Helwater. 'Malcolm the printer,' then, and 'Jamie Roy' at the docks." The hand stroked my hair, slowly, with a whispering sound like the wind outside. "But here," he said, so softly I could barely hear him, "here in the dark, with you...I have no name."Chapter37: What's In a Name? - Pages 563-564

The small vibration in his chest this time was laughter, not cold.
"Take ye and be damned for it, I expect," he said. He kissed my forehead gently. "Loving you has put me through hell more than once, Sassenach; I'll risk it again, if need be."
"Bah," I said. "And you think loving you's been a bed of roses, do you?"
This time he laughed out loud.
"No," he said, "but you'll maybe keep doing it?"
"Maybe I will, at that."
"You're a verra stubborn woman," he said, the smile clear in his voice.
"It bloody takes one to know one," I said, and then we were both quiet for quite some time.Chapter 39: Lost, and By the Wind Grieved - Pages 603-604

"I think she will do verra well," he whispered. "For no matter what poor gowk has fathered her, no lass has ever had a better mother. Kiss me, Sassenach, for believe me--I wouldna change ye for the world."Chapter 42: The Man in the Moon - Page 670

"I didn't say you shouldn't worry--do you think I don't worry? But no, you probably can't do anything about me."
I saw him opening his mouth to disagree. Then he changed his mind, and laughed again. He reached out and popped another orange segment into my mouth.
"Well, maybe no, Sassenach, and maybe so. But I've lived a long enough time now to think it maybe doesna matter so much--so long as I can love you."
Speechless with orange juice, I stared at him in surprise.
"And I do," he said softly. He leaned into the berth and kissed me, his mouth warm and sweet.Chapter 56: Turtle Soup - Page 886

"Then kiss me, Claire," he whispered. "And know that you are more to me than life, and I have no regret."
I couldn't answer, but kissed him, first his hand, its crooked fingers warm and firm, and the brawny wrist of a sword-wielder, and then his mouth, haven and promise and anguish all mingled, and the salt of tears in the taste of him.Chapter 62: Abandawe - Page 1026

"Damn you, Sassenach!" his voice said, from a very great distance. His voice was choked with passion. "Damn you! I swear if ye die on me, I'll kill you!"Chapter 63: Out of the Depths - Page 1053

"No. I shouldna like to have that on my conscience; there's enough without. But that's not why I wished to buy ye a present."
"Why, then?" The box was heavy; a gracious, substantial, satisfying weight across my legs, its wood a delight under my hands. He turned his head to look full at me, then, his hair fire-struck with the setting sun, face dark in silhouette.
"Twenty-four years ago today, I married ye, Sassenach," he said softly. "I hope ye willna have cause yet to regret it."Chapter 8: Man of Worth - Page 138

He took both my hands in his, then, and kissed them--the left, which still bore the gold ring of my marriage to Frank, and then the right, with his own silver ring.
"Da mi basia mille," he whispered, smiling. Give me a thousand kisses. It was the inscription inside my ring, a brief quotation from a love song by Catullus. I bent and gave him one back. "Dien mille altera," I said. Then a thousand more.Chapter 9: Two Thirds of a Ghost - Page 153

"Do ye not understand?" he said, in near desperation. "I would lay the world at your feet, Claire--and I have nothing to give ye!"
He honestly thought it mattered.Chapter 13: An Examination of Conscience - Page 242

"You are my courage, as I am your conscience," he whispered. "You are my heart--and I your compassion. We are neither of us whole, alone. Do ye not know that, Sassenach?"Chapter 16: The First Law of Thermodynamics - Page 320-321

"If I am to live as a man, I must have a mountain," he said simply. His eyes were open wide, searching mine for understanding.
"Will ye trust me, Sassenach?" he said. His nose pressed against mine, but his eyes didn't blink. Neither did mine.
"With my life," I said.
I felt his lips smile, an inch from mine.
"And with your heart?"
"Always," I whispered, closed my eyes, and kissed him.Chapter 19: Hearth Blessing - Page 358

Beyond the sheer unexpectedness of his appearance, it was his looks that stunned Roger into speechlessness. It was one thing to have been told that Jamie Fraser resembled his daughter. It was another to see Brianna's bold features transmuted into power by the stamp of years, and fronting a personality not only thoroughly masculine, but fierce in aspect.
It was like lifting his hand from the fur of a handsome ginger cat, only to find himself staring into the unblinking gaze of a tiger.Chapter 46: Comes a Stranger - Page 784

"It'll make no difference to him," Jamie said, grasping her harder, almost fiercely, as though he could make things right by pure force of will. "If he's a decent man, it'll make no difference. And if it does--well, then he doesna deserve ye, and I shall beat him into a pulp and stamp on the pieces, and then go and find ye a better man."Chapter 47: A Father's Song - Page 793

Educated in the universities of Paris, confidant of kings and friend to philosophers, still he was a Highlander, born to blood and honor. The body of a warrior and the mind of a gentleman--and the soul of a barbarian, he thought wryly, to whom neither God's nor mortal law stood more sacred than the ties of blood.Chapter 48: Away in a Manger - Page 824

"Did I ever think to thank ye, Sassenach?" he said, his voice a little husky.
"For what?" I said, puzzled. He took my hand and drew me gently toward him. He smelled of ale and damp wool, and very faintly of the brandied sweetness of fruitcake.
"For my bairns," he said softly. "For the children that ye bore me."
"Oh," I said. I leaned slowly forward, and rested my head against the solid warmth of his chest. I cupped my hands at the small of his back beneath his coat, and sighed. "It was. . .my pleasure." Chapter 13: Beans and Barbecue, page 125

"For my sake," he said firmly, addressing the air in front of him as though it were a tribunal, "I dinnna want ye to bear another child. I wouldna risk your loss, Sassenach," he said, his voice suddenly husky. "Not for a dozen bairns. I've daughters and sons, nieces and nephews, grandchildren--weans enough."
He looked at me directly then, and spoke softly.
"But I've no life but you, Claire." Chapter 32: Mission Accomplished, page 347

"To see the years touch ye gives my joy, Sassenach," he whispered, -"for it means that ye live." Chapter 85: Hearthfire, page 737

"When the day shall come, that we do part," he said softly, and turned to look at me, "if my last words are not 'I love you'-- ye'll ken it was because I didna have time."Chapter 111: And Yet Go Out to Meet It, page 979

"There are only two people in this world to whom I would never lie, Sassenach," he said softly. "Ye're one of them. And I'm the other."
He kissed me gently on the forehead, then leaned past me and blew out the lamp.
"Mind," his voice came from the darkness, and I saw his tall form silhouetted against the faint oblong of light from the doorway as he straightened up, "I can be fooled. But I wouldna be doing it on purpose." Chapter 21, We Have Ignition, page 153

He'd led her through the morning light in that clearing, a blood-soaked Adam, a battered Eve, looking upon the knowledge of good and evil. And then he had wrapped her in his plaid, picked her up, and walked away to his horse.Chapter 29, Perfectly Fine, page 24

"Well. So. At least now I know why you’ve been coming back from the Cherokee villages in such a state of—of—" I felt an unhinged giggle rising, and bent over, moaning as I stifled it. "Oh, Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ. And here I thought it was thoughts of me, driving you mad with lust."
He snorted then himself, though mildly. He put down the cup, rose, and turned back the coverlet. Then he looked at me, and his eyes were clear, unguarded.
"Claire," he said, quite gently, "it was you. It’s always been you, and it always will be." Chapter 31, And So to Bed, page 283

"It's a great comfort," he said at last, "to see the sun come up and go down. When I dwelt in the cave, when I was in prison, it gave me hope, to see the light come and go, and know that the world went about its business."
He was looking out the window, toward the blue distance where the sky darkened toward infinity. His throat moved a little as he swallowed.
"It gives me the same feeling, Sassenach," he said, "to hear ye rustling about in your surgery, rattling things and swearin' to yourself." He turned his head, then, to look at me, and his eyes held the depths of the coming night.
"If ye were no longer there—or somewhere—" he said very softly, "then the sun would no longer come up or go down." Chapter 66, The Dark Rises, page 585

Tears were falling down her face, and Roger was saying something, but she didn't attend the words, and the children were making an uproar upstairs, the builders were still arguing outside, and the only thing in the world she could see were the faded words on the page, written in a sprawling, difficult hand.

December 31,1776

My dear daughter,

As you will see if ever you receive this, we are alive. . . .

Epilogue I Lallybroch, page 979

If any of these interest you i highly recomend you go out and read Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, then after that youcan read dragonfly in amber, voyager, drums of autum, the fiery cross, and a breath of snow and ashes. But beware... you will fall in love with Jamie!

one of my all time favorite poems is a poem that was written by a man named Catullus it was writen sometime between 84 and 54 BC it was written in Latin (which i can ot read) but traslated into english in 1612 and 1649 by a man named Richard Crashaw, the english poem looks like this :

Come and let us live my Deare,
Let us love and never feare,
What the sowrest Fathers say:
Brightest Sol that dyes to day
Lives againe as blith to morrow,
But if we darke sons of sorrow
Set, then, how long a Night
Shuts the Eyes of our short light!
Then let amorous kisses dwell
On our lips, begin and tell
A Thousand, and a Hundred, score
an Hundred, and a Thousand more,
Till another Thousand smother
That, and that wipe off another.
Thus at last when we have numbered
Many a Thousand, many a Hundred;
Wee'l confound the reckoning quite,
And lose our selves in wild delight:
While our joyes so multiply,
As shall mocke the envious eye.

don't be surprised if i use lines from it in one of my stories.

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