We’re a week away from the release of Requiem! Are you excited yet? Have you pre-ordered your book and emailed us a copy of your receipt so you can get a free signed bookplate by Lauren herself? If you haven’t, then you can do so here.
And if you need further incentive, something to just shake you up and get you going, well, Lauren (@oliverbooks) is in the process of tweeting the first chapter of Requiem to you all! She’ll be continuing the tweets tomorrow using #deliria for you to follow along. However, we have what’s been tweeted so far today.
This first chapter comes from the point of view of Lena. Enjoy!
I’ve started dreaming of Portland again. Since Alex reappeared, resurrected but also changed, twisted, like a monster from one of the ghost stories we used to tell as kids, the past has been finding its way in. It bubbles up through the cracks when I’m not paying attention, and pulls at me with greedy fingers. This is what they warned me about for all those years, the heavy weight in my chest, the nightmare-fragments that follow me even in waking life. I warned you, Aunt Carol says in my head. We told you, Rachel says. You should have stayed. That’s Hana, reaching out across an expanse of time, through the murky-thick layers of memory, stretching a weightless hand to me as I am sinking. About two dozen of us came north from New York City: Raven, Tack, Julian, and me, and also Dani, Gordo, and Pike, plus fifteen or so others who are largely content to stay quiet and follow directions. And Alex. But not my Alex: a stranger who never smiles, doesn’t laugh, and barely speaks. The others, those who were using the warehouse outside White Plains as a homestead, scattered south or west.