She had seen him in a corrupted video file on a laptop that wouldn't exist for another seventy years.

"Get down!" Jamie shouted, pulling her behind a standing stone as a musket ball ricocheted past her ear.

In 1945, former combat nurse Claire Randall decodes more than she bargained for when a glitched, high-definition memory of a ghostly Highlander forces her to question the nature of time, compression, and reality. The stone circle at Craigh na Dun stood as it had for five thousand years—silent, patient, indifferent to the wars of men. Claire Beauchamp Randall touched the central megalith, feeling the faint, inexplicable hum beneath her palm. She was on her second honeymoon with Frank, trying to forget the screaming of the wounded she'd patched together in France.