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Social Media Hashtags: #DailyLines, #GoTELLTheBEESThatIAmGONE, #Book9, #Soon, #verysoon, #relativelyspeaking, #IlltellyouwhenitsdoneOK, #NotReallyaSpoiler, #Butifyoudontwanttoknowanything, #dontreadit. [Excerpt from GO TELL THE BEES THAT I AM GONE Copyright © 2020 by Diana Gabaldon.] IMETAY RAVELERSTAY ANUALMAY, ONSERVATIONCAY OFWAY ASSMAY N NRG “Time Traveler’s Manual?” Roger asked, looking at her sideways. Brianna was flushed and had a deep line showing between her brows, neither of which detracted from her appeal. She nodded, still frowning at the page. “I had a thought and wanted to put it down before I lost it, but—” “You don”t want to risk anybody stumbling over it and reading it,” he finished for her. “Yep. But it still needs to be something the kids—or Jemmy, at least—can read, if necessary.” “So tell me your valuable thought,” he suggested, and sat down, very slowly. He’d been in the saddle from dawn to dusk for the last three days, and ached from neck to knees. “So you don’t know anything about Pig Latin,” she said, eyeing him skeptically. “How are you with the […]

Social Media Hashtags: #DailyLines, #GoTELLTheBEESThatIAmGONE, Book9, #GoingReallyWell, #ThanksForAsking, #IllTellYouWhenItsDone, #Historical Friction [Excerpt from GO TELL THE BEES THAT I AM GONE Copyright © 2020 by Diana Gabaldon.] “Historical friction,” she said. “There are all kinds of things—ideas, machines, tools, whatever—that were—are, I mean—discovered more than once. Mama said the hypodermic needle was independently invented by at least three different people, all around the same time, in different countries. But other things are invented or discovered and they just… sit. No one uses them. Or they’re lost, and then found again. For years—centuries, sometimes—until something happens, and suddenly it’s the right time, and whatever it is comes suddenly into its own, and spreads, and it’s common knowledge. “Besides,” she added practically, nudging the bag with her foot, what harm could it do to loose a bastardized version of The Cat in the Hat on the eighteenth century?” He laughed in spite of his uneasiness. “Nobody would print that one. A story showing children being deliberately disobedient to their mother? And not […]

Social Media Hashtags: #DailyLines, #Book9, #GoTELLTheBEESThatIAmGONE, #NONONONONONONOitsnotdoneyet, #IllTELLyouwhenitis, #Meanwhilesomethingtobegoingonwith, #distraction I had made up my mind what to do about Denny within moments of shouting “Pig-headed Scot!” at Jamie, but the ensuing conversation with Fanny had momentarily driven the matter out of my mind, and what with one thing and another, it was late the next afternoon before I managed to find Brianna alone. Sean McHugh and his two biggest lads had come in the morning—with their hammers—to help with the framing of the second story; Jamie and Roger had been up there with them, and the effect of five large men armed with hammers was much like that of a platoon of overweight woodpeckers marching in close formation overhead. They”d been at it all morning—causing everyone else to flee the house—but had broken for a late lunch down by the creek, and I’d seen Bree go back inside with Mandy. I found her in my rudimentary surgery, sitting in the late sun that fell through the big window, the […]

Social Media Hashtags: #DailyLines, #hardwork, #GoTELLTheBEESThatIAmGONE, #Book9, #quietrest, #exultationandthanks, #noitisndoneyet, #goeatyourpie, #withwhippedcream, #withafewdropsofDoubleBourbonVanilla Excerpt from GO TELL THE BEES THAT I AM GONE, Copyright © 2019 by Diana Gabaldon. It was dark outside; the moon had set and dawn was some way off. It was cold, but the cold didn’t touch me. I’d let him take the baby, at last. Felt his hands on mine as he took her, warm and sure, his face filled with light. He’d knelt carefully and given the baby to Susannah, placing his hand on the child in benediction. Then he’d stood and wrapped me in my cloak and walked me outside. I couldn’t feel the ground beneath my feet, or see the forest, but the cold air smelt of pine and lay like a balm on my heated skin. “All right, Sassenach?” he whispered. I seemed to be leaning against him, though I didn’t remember doing it. I’d lost track of where my body began and ended; the pieces seemed to be floating about […]

[Excerpt (aka “Daily Lines”) from GO TELL THE BEES THAT I AM GONE, copyright © 2019 by Diana Gabaldon. All Rights Reserved.] Social Media Hashtags: #DailyLines, #GoTELLTheBEESThatIAmGONE, #Book9, #noitisntdone, , #Illtellyouwhenitis, #meanwhileignorpolitics, #breathedeep, #andbeatpeace, #JamietalkingwithRachel “I need to meet wi’ a few men there,” Jamie had said, with a casual reserve that she knew was meant to protect her own feelings. She knew his business was that of war, and he knew how much that troubled her, but she knew how much it troubled him, and would not force him to say the things he was thinking, let alone the things he knew. She’d spoken about it—the war—in general, in Meeting. Jamie nearly always came, but seldom spoke himself. He’d come in quietly, and sit on a back bench, head bowed, listening. Listening, as any Friend would, to the silence and his inner light. When people felt moved of the spirit to speak, he would listen courteously to them, too, but watching the remoteness of his face on these occasions, […]

Social Media Hashtags: #DailyLines, #GoTELLTheBEESThatIAmGONE, #BookNine, #goingReallyWell, #yessIlltellyouwhenitsdone, #notyet, #correspondence, #slightspoiler, #butonlyifyoudidntreadMOBY, #inwhichcaseshameonyou, #itsbeenoutforfiveyears “Have you decided to write to Minnie, then?” John’s voice was casual, but the question wasn’t. “I haven’t.” “But you—oh. I see, you mean you haven’t quite decided, which is why you were hovering over that sheet of paper like a vulture waiting for something to die.” Hal opened his eyes and sat up straight, fixing John with the sort of look meant to shut him up like a portmanteau. John, though, picked up the brandy bottle and refilled Hal’s cup. “I know,” he said simply. “I wouldn’t want to, either. But you think Ben’s really dead, then?” “No, I bloody don’t.” The cup tilted in Hal’s hand. He saved it with no more than a splash of brandy landing on his waistcoat, which he ignored. John watched this, his own expression deliberately blank. “It’s only that I’ve never seen you begin any letter, to anyone, with the salutation, “Dear”.” “I don’t need to,” Hal said […]

Social Media Hashtags: #DailyLines, #GoTELLTheBEESThatIAmGONE, #Book9, #Noitsnotthelastone, #ProbablyTen, #PlusaPrequelAboutBrianEllenandMurtagh, #Later, #LOTSLater, #TisOneLatrThisYear, #IHope, #HappyEaster [Excerpt from GO TELL THE BEES THAT I AM GONE, Copyright © 2019 by Diana Gabaldon] “Mr. Fraser was a Jacobite—do you know what that means?” Fanny nodded uncertainly. “The Jacobites were supporters of James Stuart, and fought against the king of England,” I explained. “They lost that war.” A hollow place opened under my ribs as I spoke. So few words for such a shattering of so very many lives. “Mr. Fraser went to prison afterward; he wasn’’ able to take care of William. Lord John was his friend, and he raised William as his son, because neither of them thought that Mr. Fraser would ever be released, and Lord John thought that he would never have children of his own.” I caught the distant echo of Frank’s advice, like a spider’s whisper behind the empty hearth: Always stick to the truth, as far as possible… “Was Lord John wounded?” Fanny asked. “In the war?” […]