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Go Tell the Bees That I Am Gone: A Novel (Outlander) Hardcover – November 23, 2021
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War leaves nobody alone. Neither the past, the present, nor the future offers true safety, and the only refuge is what you can protect: your family, your friends, your home.
Jamie Fraser and Claire Randall were torn apart by the Jacobite Rising in 1746, and it took them twenty years of loss and heartbreak to find each other again. Now it’s 1779, and Claire and Jamie are finally reunited with their daughter, Brianna, her husband, Roger, and their children, and are rebuilding their home on Fraser’s Ridge—a fortress that may shelter them against the winds of war as well as weather.
But tensions in the Colonies are great: Battles rage from New York to Georgia and, even in the mountains of the backcountry, feelings run hot enough to boil Hell’s teakettle. Jamie knows that loyalties among his tenants are split and it won’t be long before the war is on his doorstep.
Brianna and Roger have their own worry: that the dangers that provoked their escape from the twentieth century might catch up to them. Sometimes they question whether risking the perils of the 1700s—among them disease, starvation, and an impending war—was indeed the safer choice for their family.
Not so far away, young William Ransom is coming to terms with the mysteries of his identity, his future, and the family he’s never known. His erstwhile father, Lord John Grey, has reconciliations to make and dangers to meet on his son’s behalf and on his own, and far to the north, Young Ian Murray fights his own battle between past and future, and the two women he’s loved.
Meanwhile, the Revolutionary War creeps ever closer to Fraser’s Ridge. Jamie sharpens his sword, while Claire whets her surgeon’s blade: It is a time for steel.
- Print length928 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherDelacorte Press
- Publication dateNovember 23, 2021
- Dimensions6.3 x 2.1 x 9.5 inches
- ISBN-101101885688
- ISBN-13978-1101885680
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“Vast and sweeping . . . so intricately plotted and peopled that one is amazed [Diana Gabaldon] could conceive and write it in only seven years. Despite its scope, many of the finest moments are small ones, especially those that depict Claire and Jamie’s enduring love.”—The Washington Post
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Fraser’s Ridge, Colony of North Carolina June 17, 1779
THERE WAS A STONE under my right buttock, but I didn’t want to move. The tiny heartbeat under my fingers was soft and stubborn, the fleeting jolts life. The space between them was infinity, my connection to the dark sky and the rising flame.
“Move your arse a bit, Sassenach,” said a voice in my ear. “I need to scratch my nose and ye’re sitting on my hand.” Jamie twitched his fingers under me, and I moved, turning toward him as I shifted and resettled, keeping my hold on three-year-old Mandy, bonelessly asleep in my arms.
He smiled at me over Jem’s tousled head and scratched his nose. It must have been past midnight, but the fire was still high, and the light sparked off the stubble of his beard and glowed as softly in his eyes as in his grandson’s red hair and the shadowed folds of the worn plaid he’d wrapped about them both.
On the other side of the fire, Brianna laughed, in the quiet way people laugh in the middle of the night with sleeping children near.
She laid her head on Roger’s shoulder, her eyes half closed. She looked completely exhausted, her hair unwashed and tangled, the firelight scooping deep hollows in her face . . . but happy.
“What is it ye find funny, a nighean?” Jamie asked, shifting Jem into a more comfortable position. Jem was fighting as hard as he could to stay awake, but was losing the fight. He gaped enormously and shook his head, blinking like a dazed owl.
“Wha’s funny?” he repeated, but the last word trailed off, leaving him with his mouth half open and a glassy stare.
His mother giggled, a lovely girlish sound, and I felt Jamie’s smile.
“I just asked Daddy if he remembered a Gathering we went to, years ago. The clans were all called at a big bonfire and I handed Daddy a burning branch and told him to go down to the fire and say the MacKenzies were there.”
“Oh.” Jem blinked once, then twice, looked at the fire blazing in front of us, and a slight frown formed between his soft red brows. “Where are we now?”
“Home,” Roger said firmly, and his eyes met mine, then passed to Jamie. “For good.”
Jamie let out the same breath I’d been holding since the afternoon, when those four figures had appeared suddenly in the clearing below, and we had flown down the hill to meet them. There had been one moment of joyous, wordless explosion as we all flung ourselves at one another, and then the explosion had widened as Amy Higgins came out of her cabin, summoned by the noise, to be followed by Bobby, then Aidan—who had whooped at sight of Jem and tackled him, knocking him flat—with Orrie and little Rob.
Jo Beardsley had been in the woods nearby, heard the racket, and come to see . . . and within what seemed like moments, the clearing was alive with people. Six households were within reach of the news before sundown; the rest would undoubtedly hear of it tomorrow.
The instant outpouring of Highland hospitality had been wonderful; women and girls had run back to their cabins and fetched whatever they had baking or boiling for supper, the men had gathered wood and—at Jamie’s behest—piled it on the crest where the outline of the New House stood, and we had welcomed home our family in style, surrounded by friends.
Hundreds of questions had been asked of the travelers: Where had they come from? How was the journey? What had they seen? No one had asked if they were happy to be back; that was taken for granted by everyone.
Neither Jamie nor I had asked any questions. Time enough for that—and now that we were alone, Roger had just answered the only one that truly mattered.
The why of that answer, though . . . I felt a stirring of the hair on my nape.
“Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof,” I murmured into Mandy’s black curls, and kissed her tiny, sleep-deaf ear. Once more, my fingers probed inside her clothes—filthy from travel, but very well made—and found the hairline scar between her ribs, the whisper of the surgeon’s knife that had saved her life two years ago, in a place so far from me.
It thumped peacefully along, that brave little heart under my fingertips, and I blinked back tears—not for the first time today, and surely not for the last.
“I was right, aye?” Jamie said, and I realized he’d said it for the second time.
“Right about what?”
“About needing more room,” he said patiently, and turned to gesture at the invisible rectangle of the stone foundation, the only tangible trace so far of the New House. The footprint of the original Big House was still visible as a dark mark beneath the grass of the clearing below, but it had nearly faded away. Perhaps by the time the New House was finished, it would be only a memor y.
Brianna yawned like a lion, then pushed back her tangled mane and blinked sleepily into the dark.
“We’ll probably be sleeping in the root cellar this winter,” she said, then laughed.
“O ye o’ little faith,” Jamie said, not at all perturbed. “The timber’s sawn, split, and milled. We’ll have walls and floors and windows aplenty before snowfall. Maybe no glass in them yet,” he added fairly. “But that can wait ’til the spring.”
“Mmm.” Brianna blinked again and shook her head, then stood up to look. “Have you got a hearthstone?”
“I have. A lovely wee piece of serpentine—the green stone, ken?”
“I remember. And do you have a piece of iron to put under it?”
Jamie looked surprised.
“Not yet, no. I’ll find that when we bless the hearth, though.”
“Well, then.” She sat up straight and fumbled among the folds of her
cloak, emerging with a large canvas bag, clearly heavy and full of assorted objects. She delved about in this for a few moments, then pulled out something that gleamed black in the firelight.
“Use that, Da,” she said, handing it across to Jamie.
He looked at it for a moment, smiled, and handed it to me.
“Aye, that’ll do,” he said. “Ye brought it for the hearth?”
“It” was a smooth black metal chisel, six inches long and heavy in my hand, with the word “Craftsman” imprinted in the head.
“Well . . . for a hearth,” Bree said, smiling at him. She put a hand on Roger’s leg. “At first, I thought we might build a house ourselves, when we could. But—” She turned and looked across the darkness of the Ridge into the vault of the cold, pure sky, where the Great Bear shone overhead. “We might not manage before winter. And since I imagine we’ll be imposing ourselves on you . . .” She looked up from under her lashes at her father, who snorted.
“Dinna be daft, lass. If it’s our house, it’s yours, and ye ken that well enough.” He raised a brow at her. “And the more hands there are to help with the building of it, the better. D’ye want to see the shape of it?”
Not waiting for an answer, he disentangled Jem from his plaid, eased him down on the ground
beside me, and stood up. He pulled one of the burning branches from the fire and jerked his head in invitation toward the invisible rectangle of the new foundation.
Bree was still drowsy, but game; she smiled at me and shook her head good-naturedly, then hunched her cloak over her shoulders and got up.
“Coming?” she said to Roger.
He smiled up at her and waved a hand, shooing her along. “I’m too knackered to see straight, love. I’ll wait ’til the morning.”
Bree touched his shoulder lightly and set off after the light of Jamie’s torch, muttering something under her breath as she stumbled over a rock in the grass, and I laid a fold of my cloak over Jem, who hadn’t stirred.
Roger and I sat quiet, listening to their voices move away into the dark— and then sat quiet for a few moments longer, listening to the fire and the night, and each other’s thoughts.
For them to have risked the dangers of the travel, let alone the dangers of this time and this place . . . whatever had happened in their own time . . .
He gazed into my eyes, saw what I was thinking, and sighed.
“Aye, it was bad. Bad enough,” he said quietly. “Even so—we might have gone back to deal with it. I wanted to. But we were afraid there wasn’t anyone there Mandy could feel strongly enough.”
“Mandy?” I looked down at the solid little body, limp in sleep. “Feel whom? And what do you mean, ‘gone back’?” Wait—” I lifted a hand in apology. “No, don’t try to tell me now; you’re worn out, and there’s time enough.” I paused to clear my throat. “And it’s enough that you’re here.”
He smiled then, a real smile, though with the weariness of miles and years and terrible things behind it.
“Aye,” he said. “It is.”
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Product details
- Publisher : Delacorte Press; First Edition (November 23, 2021)
- Language : English
- Hardcover : 928 pages
- ISBN-10 : 1101885688
- ISBN-13 : 978-1101885680
- Item Weight : 2.9 pounds
- Dimensions : 6.3 x 2.1 x 9.5 inches
- Best Sellers Rank: #985 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
- #13 in Time Travel Romances
- #16 in Time Travel Fiction
- #24 in Colonization Science Fiction
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Diana Gabaldon is the internationally bestselling author of many historical novels including Cross Stitch, Dragonfly in Amber, Voyager, Drums of Autumn, The Fiery Cross and A Breath of Snow Ashes. She lives with her family in Scottsdale, Arizona.
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I'm surprised and quite disappointed by this entry.
I have come to love the wild round of kidnappings, shipwrecks, witchcraft trials, betrayals, gunshot wounds, and good intentions leading to life-threatening outcomes that swirl around Claire and Jaime.
Time travel, action, drama, snappy dialogue, rich historical detail, war, sardonic humor, a grand romance- these books have been packed with crazy, juicy goodness.
This book is a complete anomaly. It reads flat and feels phoned-in. Almost nothing happens in the first 2/3, which consists mainly of sentimental musings on daily life and child-rearing.
The narrative is annoyingly diffused as we follow 6-8 different groups wandering around on side quests and- well- musing about the nature of family and child-rearing.
The last 1/3 has a little action that feels forced and almost apologetic.
I read this series because I love Claire and Jaime, Brianna and Roger (well, Brianna anyways), Fergus, Young Ian, Jenny, Lord John, William, etc.
That has been quite enough people to follow in the past- but in this one, for some reason, Gabaldon dilutes the storyline even further by dragging in random minor characters from previous novels, who are dusted off and given waaaay too much space.
Why are they given almost as much "screen time" as Claire and Jaime? No one is reading this series because we care about what eventually happens to a character that was in a novel two books ago for 4 pages.
Adding insult to injury is that I get the sense we're actually supposed to care about some of the pretty annoying ones, such as Amaranth, Frances, Agnes, and Elspeth. They're not real villains, just unlikeable, poorly written, and not compelling.
I am extremely surprised this bland, tedious novel came from Diana Gabaldon's pen, but there does seem to be a pattern. Authors whose books become popular TV shows or movies take time off, advising or producing or whatever, and for some reason the next book is usually terrible or simply never appears.
J.K. Rowling, Kerry Fisher, George R.R. Martin, Patrick Rothfuss, et. al.
I'm glad they get the recognition and the coins, but it's a real pity for the fans. We deserved better after such a long wait.
Jamie and Claire's family story....No. Saw much less of them, and more of many inconsequential new characters.
Just bits and pieces of unfinished thoughts strung together with no outcomes ever arrived at. They just fizzled out and you never know what happens...
I kept waiting for the ending from MOBY's cliffhanger to resolve itself with William and Jamie developing a relationship. I kept waiting.... and waiting, 900 pages. But we were left with another William Cliffhanger!
If it weren't so much time between books it wouldn't be so bad. But 7 years + how many ever it is till next book. So maybe 14 years to wait on double cliffhanger..........
Since I am 70 years old I could very well never read the last book. Guess her target audience is young people.
I loved the other books but sorry to say this one just missed the mark and was a terrible disappointment.
For a book of over 900 pages, very little happens in this latest installment. By the 80% mark it was disappointingly clear that very little would come of it. For a book years (YEARS!) In the making I truly thought there would have been more storyline to the actual , well story.
Rumor has it there will be a tenth book( hopefully while I'm still young enough and in control of my mental facilities to read it). Hopefully, the focus can be on wrapping up the various plots to a reasonable satisfaction.
Past characters of minor importance or interest are brought into unbelievable series of coincidences and bog down any discernable forward progress of the plot.
The subplots that have been developed throughout past books are well past due to be clipped, resolved or brought to some kind of meaningful context with the main plot. Instead, they continue to fray and split, making the overall storytelling fractured and incoherent.
Nothing new happens in this book. In fact numerous identical scenes are resurrected with different characters playing the same roles. Be prepared to think, "Haven't I read this before..."
Truly, this was a wasted effort on the part of author and reader.
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