I love discovering new books and it’s always a pleasure to be allowed the opportunity to share news about new releases with my blog readers. While I love hearing about the different journeys each book has to offer, part of the fun is seeing what the book will psychically look like. Come on, even though we say we don’t judge a book by it’s cover, we do. Just a little bit.
This morning I received a lovely little e-mail from the folks at Hodder and I’m excited to share with you the US and UK cover jackets for Laini Taylor’s new novel Strange the Dreamer along with the prologue.
Strange the Dreamer is about the aftermath of war between gods and men featuring a mysterious city stripped of its name, a mythic hero with blood on his hands, a young librarian with a singular dream, a girl every bit as precious as she is imperiled along with some alchemy, blood candy, nightmares, godspawn, moths, monsters, friendship, treachery and love. Phew! That’s a lot of stuff.
You may know Laini as the author of fantasy novel Daughter of Smoke and Bone and you can’t imagine how thrilled I am that I get to share news for her latest bookish venture.
Here’s an exciting first look at the prologue for Strange the Dreamer;
On the second sabbat of Twelfthmoon, 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 tried 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 fume 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.
Here are the jackets for Strange the Dreamer;
I’m going to admit that Strange the Dreamer has me intrigued. Visually stunning covers aside, that fully packed premise promises so much fictional fun and what will not no doubt be an gripping read.
Strange the Dreamer is slated to be released September 2016 and you can read more about what Laini has to say about the book on her website here.
Once again, thank you to the team at Hodder for reaching out to me about this book. I look forward to picking up a copy, now if only September would hurry up!