It took bestselling Outlander author Diana Gabaldon seven years to complete book 9, Go Tell the Bees That I Am Gone (Nov. 23, 2021) in the series after the release of book eight Written in My Own Heart’s Blood (June 10, 2014), so it may take several years before we see the as-yet untitled book 10, but today on Twitter, Gabaldon once again hinted that book 10 may very well wrap up the series.
In response to a fan query, she wrote on Twitter, “I don’t know. I _think_ it might be the final Jamie and Claire novel, but then, I thought OUTLANDER was a single practice book that I’d never show anybody, so….🤔”
One thing Gabaldon has promised is that if book 10 wraps up the series, she will answer the question that fans have been wondering about since Outlander was first released. Was the ghost watching Claire (Caitríona Balfe) when she was on her honeymoon with Frank (Tobias Menzies) in 1945 when she went through the stones for the first time definitely Jamie (Sam Heughan)?
“The ghost is Jamie–but as for how it fits into the story, All Will Be Explained—in the last book,” Gabaldon wrote in the FAQ section of her website.
She has also written in the FAQ section that Outlander will end in 1800 in Scotland with a happy ending.
“Yes, the last book will have a happy ending, though I confidently expect it to leave the readers in floods of tears, anyway,” she writes. “If this tells you anything, more power to you.”
Following is the most recent book 10 excerpt—this past weekend— that Gabaldon has posted on twitlonger.com:
[Excerpt from UNTITLED BOOK TEN, Copyright 2022 Diana Gabaldon]
A piercing scream stopped Brianna in mid-word. At once, she detached the infant from her person and pushed him into William’s arms.
“Here,” she said, and disappeared in a rustle of skirts. He heard her footsteps, irregular thuds suggesting that she was taking the porch stairs two or three at a time, and then her distant voice inside the house, upraised in adjuration. He looked down at the warm bundle, and carefully readjusted it so that the child rested—face up—in the crook of his elbow.
The little boy was smacking his milky lips in a thoughtful sort of way, as though curious as to the sudden change in his circumstances, but didn’t seem to object to them.
“Hullo,” he said, tentatively. The infant’s round eyes narrowed suddenly. The little body stiffened and a sharp smell of fresh pee made William hold the baby hastily out at arm’s length, then squat and lay David on the grass before anything else happened. Something else promptly did, and the child turned purple and began shrieking.
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“Really?” William said. “Come now, we scarcely know one another.” A quick glance at the house revealed a complete absence of Brianna or any other woman who might be helpful, and the muffled shouting inside suggested that no one was likely to appear very soon. He rubbed a finger under his nose, then shrugged and set about gingerly removing the infant’s napkin, which was wet and filled with a sweet-smelling, mustard-like substance, sufficient in quantity as to have leaked down the baby’s legs.
The blanket was wet in spots, but not filthy, and he used it to clean the tiny privates and legs. The shirt had suffered somewhat in the eruption, and he managed to roll this up and edge it gingerly over the child’s head without getting too much shit on either of them. David had quit yelling by this point, and kicked his little bandy legs with enthusiasm.
“Better, yes?” William asked, smiling down at him. “Yes, I think so, too. What the devil am I to put on you, though?”
Davy—yes, that’s what his sister called the baby—was a good deal younger than Trevor had been the first time William had met him, but the sensation of something at once very fragile and yet amazingly solid—very male–brought back immediate memories of Amaranthus’s son—and Amaranthus.
William blew out his breath and drew it in again, slowly, trying to ease the sudden knot in the pit of his stomach.
“Where are you?” he said softly to the mountain air. “And what are you doing?”
_What have you done_? This thought came on the heels of the first, and he shook his head violently, in hopes of dislodging it. Pressing his lips together, he pulled a large—and only slightly used—handkerchief from his pocket and shook it out.
“Better than nothing,” he said to Davy. “Must keep up appearances, mustn’t we?”
More excerpts from book 10 can be found on Gabaldon’s website.
Season 7 of Outlander is currently in production in Scotland with the potential for several spinoff series on Starz.