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Sarai heeft al heel wat nachtmerries gezien en dacht dat ze elke verschrikking inmiddels wel kende. Ze had het fout. Zij en Lazlo zijn niet langer wie ze waren – hij een god, zij een geest. Terwijl Minya hen gevangenhoudt om wraak te kunnen nemen op Ween, worstelt Lazlo met een onmogelijk dilemma: redt hij de vrouw van wie hij houdt, of alle anderen? Sarai voelt zich machteloos, maar is ze dat ook? De muze van nachtmerries heeft nog niet ontdekt waar ze toe in staat is.
Een nieuwe vijand verwoest het laatste beetje hoop dat de inwoners van Ween nog hadden, en de mysteries van de mesarthim worden weer opgerakeld: waar komen de goden vandaan, en waarom? Wat is er gebeurd met de duizenden kinderen die in de citadel geboren werden? En terwijl vergeten deuren worden geopend en nieuwe werelden onthuld is de belangrijkste vraag van al: horen helden monsters af te slachten, of is het misschien mogelijk ze te redden?
Liefde en haat, wraak en verlossing, vernietiging en redding komen samen in dit schitterende vervolg op Zonderling.
440 pages, ebook
First published October 2, 2018

“I would have chosen you, if they had let me choose.”
“Sarai had lived and breathed nightmares since she was six years old. For four thousand nights she had explored the dreamscapes of Weep, witnessing horrors and creating them. She was the Muse of Nightmares.”
“For fifteen years, the people of Weep had lived with the certainty that the monsters were dead, and Eril-Fane had lived with the burden of it…”
“Skathis: god of beasts, king of horrors, daughter-stealer, city-crusher, monster of monsters, madman.”
“The gods had been dead for fifteen years, after all, but their hate had lingered, and ruled in their stead.”
“Once upon a time, a sister made a vow she didn’t know how to break, and it broke her instead. Once upon a time, a girl did the impossible, but she did it just a little too late.”

Good little girls don’t kill. They die.
And Minya was not a good little girl.
The little girl thrummed with a dark fervor, eyes big and glazed, breath fast and shallow, skin seeming to crackle with a barely contained energy. In a baleful singsong that sent chills down Sarai’s spine, she said, “You shouldn’t be in here,” and Sarai didn’t know if she meant in the nursery or in the dream, but the words, the tone, seemed to slide into a dance with the unmoored shadows and the thrum, and it was all getting faster and louder, and the shadows were closing in, and a terrible dread stirred in her.
When a hundred sets of eyes pin you in place, and all of them see the same thing, how can you not be that thing? The Tizerkane looked at children and saw monsters, and Minya’s darkest self rose to the challenge.








“It’s the mind. It’s the most complex and astonishing thing there is, that there’s a world inside each of us that no one else can ever know or see or visit.”
“Once upon a time there was a silence that dreamed of becoming a song, and then I found you, and now everything is music.”
“There comes a certain point with a hope or a dream, when you either give it up or give up everything else. And if you choose the dream, if you keep on going, then you can never quit, because it's all you are.”
Wishes don't just come true. They're only the target you paint around what you want. You still have to hit the bulls-eye yourself.
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Once upon a time, there was a silence that dreamed of becoming a song, and then I found you, and now everything is music.*
“Once upon a time there was a silence that dreamed of becoming a song, and then I found you, and now everything is music.”
I've been waiting months for this sequel, and at some point, my son and I both synced October 2, 2018, on our calendars, as "D day".
I. Kid. You. Not.
So, it was no surprise to ANYONE ( except for hubby who actually thought we could have a meaningful conversation today *snorts*) that I've been glued to this mesmerizing and brilliantly crafted book, which appears to be even more perfect than its predecessor.
Mind effing blown!