Hello to you Laini Taylor lover's out there! I'm so excited to be bringing you the cover reveal AND prologue for her new novel 'Strange The Dreamer' and many thanks to Hodder & Stoughton for sharing this great news for me to share with you all...
My eyes are sparkling from how gorgeous these covers are, the UK edition is on the left and the US edition on the right. For once I can honestly say that I prefer the UK cover so I'm even more excited to get my hands on this ahhhh, I mean seriously how gorgeous and vibrant is that cover?!
Anyway now onto the juicy stuff, the Prologue!!!
"On the second sabbat of Twelthmoon in the city of Weep, a girl fell from the sky.
Her skin was blue, her blood was red.
She broke over an iron gate, crimping it on impact, and there she hung, impossibly arched, graceful as a temple dancer swooning on a lover's arm. One slick finial anchored her in place. Its point, protruding from her sternum, glittered like a brooch. She fluttered briefly as her ghost shook loose, and then her hands relaxed, shedding fistfuls of freshly picked torch ginger buds.
Later, they would say these had been hummingbird hearts and not blossoms at all.
They would say she hadn't shed blood but wept it. That she was lewd, tonguing her teeth at them, upside down and dying, that she vomited a serpent that turned to smoke when it hit the ground. They would say a flock of moths had come, frantic, and tied to lift her away.
That was true. Only that.
They hadn't a prayer though. The moths were no bigger than the startled mouths of children, and even dozens together could only pluck at the strands of her darkening hair until their wings sagged, sodden with her blood. They were purled away with the blossoms as a grit-choked gust came blasting down the street. The earth heaved underfoot. The sky spun on its axis. A queer brilliance lanced through billowing smoke, and the people of Weep had to squint against it. Blowing grit and hot light and the stink of saltpeter. There had been an explosion. They might have died, all and easily, but only this girl had, shaken from some pocket of the sky.
Her feet were bare, her mouth stained damson. Her pockets were all full of plums. She was young and lovely and surprised and dead.
She was also blue.
Blue as opals, pale blue. Blue as cornflowers, or dragonfly wings, or a spring- not summer- sky. Someone screamed. The scream drew others. The others screamed too, not because a girl was dead, but because the girl was blue, and this meant something in the city of Weep. Even after the sky stopped reeling, and the earth settled, and the last fum spluttered from the blast site and dispersed, the screams went on, feeding themselves from voice to voice, a virus of the air.
The blue girl's ghost gathered itself and perched, bereft, upon the spearpoint-tip of the projecting finial, just an inch above her own still chest. Gasping in shock, she tilted back her invisible head and gazed, mournfully, up.
The screams went on and on.
And across the city, atop a monolithic wedge of seamless, mirror-smooth metal, a statue stirred, as though awakened by the tumult, and slowly lifted its great horned head."
Oh my! I need more...like now. I feel like a donkey with a carrot dangling across it's face, but wow I'm SO excited for Strange The Dreamer now. Thank you Laini and Hodder & Stoughton for sharing this with me to pass on to you wonderful readers out there.
Strange The Dreamer will be released in September 2016 by Hodder & Stoughton
What are your first impressions? Let's discuss in the comments!
Laini Taylor is an American author & artist who lives in Portland, Oregon with her husband Jim and their daughter Clementine Pie. Laini is best known for the Karou and Daughter of Smoke and Bone series.