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Sorry I am a day late with this I had a Tour to do and I like to focus the entire day on them but I wanted to share what I have been waiting for.
I should have prepared this post last week.
It comes out in SEPTEMBER of this year
The second was a little slow but completely worth the read.
Of the thirteen leather-bound notebooks discovered in 2007 after the death of the indigent calling himself William James Henry, these final three have been the most difficult to read and, if I’m being completely honest, the hardest to put into cogent form. At certain points, the manuscript is nearly indecipherable, physically as well as contextually. There are passages where I can’t make out the words and other sections where the words make no sense. There are snatches of poetry and page upon page of expletives strung together and notes scrawled in margins and even some doodles laced throughout the narrative, and I use that term loosely. It took months to tease out the coherent from the incoherent here. Unlike the other notebooks of the collection, I was forced to take a heavy editorial hand in what follows. I have removed the most shocking language and the interminable asides on a dizzyingly array of esoterica, from recipes for the perfect raspberry scone to mind-bogglingly intricate asides on Greek philosophy and the history of organized crime. I added punctuation where absolutely necessary (the author drops all attempts at it midway through), though in some parts I’ve left the “errors” alone, granting the author some latitude when I thought he might have a reason for breaking the rules. As the careful reader will note, there are shifts in tense layered throughout that I have left intact. Sometimes grammatical imperatives must give way to dramatic necessity. I am also the one responsible for breaking the text into sections, which I call “cantos,” in honor of the many references to Dante’s masterpiece.
I’ll be honest: When I finished the last folio, the only word that fit my reaction was loathing. The second thing I felt was betrayal. Will Henry had betrayed me. After I calmed down, I went back through all thirteen notebooks, and ran across this passage from Folio IX:
“She hated him and loved him, longed for him and loathed him, and cursed herself for feeling anything at all.”
That seemed to fit.
The Passage meets Ender’s Game in an epic new series from award-winning author Rick Yancey.
After the 1st wave, only darkness remains. After the 2nd, only the lucky escape. And after the 3rd, only the unlucky survive. After the 4th wave, only one rule applies: trust no one.
Now, it’s the dawn of the 5th wave, and on a lonely stretch of highway, Cassie runs from Them. The beings who only look human, who roam the countryside killing anyone they see. Who have scattered Earth’s last survivors. To stay alone is to stay alive, Cassie believes, until she meets Evan Walker. Beguiling and mysterious, Evan Walker may be Cassie’s only hope for rescuing her brother—or even saving herself. But Cassie must choose: between trust and despair, between defiance and surrender, between life and death. To give up or to get up.