As a recently chose Bone Season Advocate I’ve been asked to share the Prelude to the next installment with you all here, and let me tell you, it sets up the challenges for the next book spectacularly.
My reaction to reading the Prelude was basically HOLY. MOTHERF****** S***. It’s going to be a hell of a book, and if you thought the plot twist at the end of The Mime Order was something, just wait till you realize exactly how far Shannon is going to spin it.
So, read on for the Prelude to The Song Rising (Bone Season #3) by Samantha Shannon:
he lights scalded my borrowed eyes. I was still inside a
different body, standing on the same floor,
but everything had changed.
There was a smile on
his lips. That old gleam in his eye, like I’d just brought him good news from
the auction house. He wore a black waistcoat embroidered with interlinked gold
anchors, and a scarlet cravat was tied at his throat. One silk-clad hand grasped
an ebony cane.
‘I see you have mastered possession at a distance,’
he said. ‘You
cane’s handle was porcelain, shaped like the head of a white horse.
‘I believe,’ Nashira said, her voice
soft, ‘that you are already acquainted with my new Grand Overseer.’
I let out my first breath since laying eyes on him.
He had tried to stop me. The scheming worm had silenced me for weeks,
kept me from telling the world about the existence of the Rephaim.
Yet here he was, looking as easy with them as he was with his own shadow.
‘Oh, dear. Have you swallowed that pilfered tongue?’ Jaxon let out a
deep laugh. ‘Yes, Paige, I am here,
with the Rephaim! In the Archon, wearing the anchor! Are you aghast? Are you oh-so-scan- dalised? Is this all a terrible shock to your fragile sensibilities?’
whispered. ‘Why the hell are you here, Jaxon?’
‘Oh, as if I had a choice. With you
as Underqueen, my beloved syndicate is doomed to self-destruction.
Consequently, I have decided to return to my roots.’
‘You have chosen the wrong side. Join this one, darling,’ he continued,
as if I hadn’t spoken. ‘I can’t tell
you how it hurts me to see you in the
pocket of those despicable Rephaim who call themselves Ranthen. Unlike the Rag and Bone Man, I have always believed you could be saved from
their indoctrination. From Arcturus’s … seduction. I thought you
had more sense than to blindly obey the man who was once your master.’
I stared at him coolly. ‘You’re asking me to do that now.’ ‘Touché.’
A fresh bruise cast a shadow on his cheekbone. ‘To
you are a convenient pawn in an age-old game. Arcturus Mesarthim is nothing but
her lure. Her bait. He took you under his wing in the penal colony on her
orders, to entice you into the Ranthen’s net. And you, my darling – you fell
for it … and everyone but you can see it.’
A chill warned me that something was
wrong. Elsewhere in the citadel, someone had touched my body.
‘This is a fight you cannot win. Don’t mutilate the syndicate, O my lovely,’ he purred. ‘It was never meant as
a weapon of war, and you were never meant
to rule. Step back from the brink.
All any of us in the Archon want is to protect
you – you, and the wonder of your gift. If we must pull off your wings to stop
you casting your- self into the fire, so be it.’ His pale hand reached out.
‘Come to us, Paige. Come to me. All
this can be avoided.’
He had shocked me. We both knew it.
If he thought he could scare me, he would have to try harder.
Another shiver. I felt myself
falling out of the stranger’s dreams- cape, back into the æther’s embrace.
burn,’ I said.
My brain was
liquid, slithering out through my nose and down my front. I had to get out, get
air into my lungs …
A hand took hold of my arm, but my
skin was taut with goose- flesh, excruciatingly sensitive. I clawed off the
oxygen mask, got the door open, and spilled out of the car in a jumble of
limbs, gasping. The jolt peeled open the stitches in my side, wetting my shirt.
All of my composure fell apart. Jaxon
was many things, but I couldn’t believe
that he had gone to Scion. He had
made his career out of living in
their shadow, not their arms.
My wounds from the scrimmage flared, white-hot in my torso, deep and
throbbing in my back. I pitched into the night, down the moss-slick steps to the Thames, and fell to
my knees at the water’s edge, where I gripped my head
between my hands and cursed my own stupidity.
could I have not foreseen this? There must have been some clue. Now he would be our most formidable
enemy, a vital asset to the anchor.
I will find other allies,
he had told me after the scrimmage. Be warned: you have not seen the last of me.
I should have killed him in the Rose
Ring. The blade had been against his throat, but I’d been too weak to cut.
A very old ally, Nashira
had said. One who returned to me … after
twenty long years
of estrangement …
A shout in the distance stopped time,
or started it again. I hunched over the water, holding myself.
I have decided to return to
‘No,’ I breathed. ‘No, not
you. Not you …’
He had been standing so comfortably alongside the Sargas. Not like someone who had only laid eyes on
them for the first time a few hours
ago. And there were other things I had brushed off, that I hadn’t seen from behind the blindfold. He had always been wealthier than other
mime-lords. Absinthe alone cost a fortune on
the black market, and he drank it almost nightly.
How had he leapt from pauper
to prince? Surely not just from his writing; there was no money in pamphlets. Then there was the fact that he had spear- headed my rescue from the colony
with no exit plan – senseless. It wasn’t
in his nature to go blindly into anything. But if he had left the colony once before … if he had known there was a way out – or
if the Sargas had allowed him to take me away …
Anold ally. Twenty long years. Those were the only words I needed
to work out who Jaxon Hall had once been, and who he
was. I had no absolute proof, but I knew – I knew,
in my heart, that my instinct was right.
He wasn’t just a traitor. He was the
man who had betrayed the Ranthen twenty years ago to buy his freedom from the Rephaim.
The man who had left the scars on Warden’s back.
man who was responsible for the deaths
of every prisoner
he had left behind in the colony.
And I had been his mollisher. His right hand.
The sound of footsteps broke through
the white noise in my ears. Out of the corner
of my eye, I saw Warden sink into a crouch beside me.
I had to tell him. I couldn’t carry this knowledge
know who betrayed
you twenty years ago,’ I said. ‘I know who
gave you the scars.’
Silence. I realised I was shivering.
‘It is not safe out here,’ Warden
finally said. ‘We can discuss
this at the music hall.’
The thoughts tangled like barbed wire
in my head. I was every- body’s puppet, caught in a thousand strings.
Nick ran to the railings above us.
‘Vigiles,’ he shouted. ‘Warden, bring her up here!’
Warden stayed where he was. I was
afraid he would lack the ability to read my expression – that I might have to
say the name myself – but as the moments ticked past, I watched it dawn on him,
just as it had on me. A fire entered his eyes.
i just ate way too much pasta for dinner and now i’m off to spend the rest of the night writing and i’m saying this here on the internet as if that will somehow hold me accountable and i’ll actually do what i say i’m going to
~And today my mental muse had me running for the hills, or, in reality–hiding in the breakroom because I wasn’t fit to be in public. “For The Record” may be in dire need of a rating upgrade if trends continue. End of broadcast~
There’s a fanfiction by mikke that you absolutely have to read later on. It’s about the AU versions of themselves they could have met and they are.. well, evil is a strong word. Misunderstood`? Accidentally mass murderers? Pretty sweet on some levels? I have to check just which spoilers to mind, but I think it’s Fai’s backstory mostly. So after that. …Do you have a calendar or something where you note when to get back to certain stuff again? oô
That fic sounds wonderful. It might just be everything I ever wanted. I can’t wait till I get far enough where I can read things like that.
And now that you mention it a caldendar would be a pretty good way to track those things. I had a file set up for that a while ago but in the process of moving things around I ended up losing it. So I’ll have to recreate that from scratch at some point anyway.
Something has really been bothering me about Voltron and I couldn't place it till now
So far, the whole show, they’ve only been on planets with air humans can also breathe. The paladins, they take off their helmets relatively quickly for being on alien planets, and I’m sure they’re smart enough to know that it’s highly unlikely to find planets with similar enough atmosphere for humans to survive.
Eventually, though, they’re not going to be so lucky. How long until they land on a planet, think it’s safe, and take off their helmets only to find the air is toxic?