the two original mysteriously Victorian covers with their hint of splendor and their Gothic buildings and faces hidden under hoods. The newer reissues took me a bit by surprise with their more modern, enticing air. And that's why I think this is a lovely compromise. We've been so fortunate this year with two Deanna Raybourn books coming out and I am already counting down the days until the release of Dark Road to Darjeeling--due out October 1st!
It seems a long time ago now that I first read Shiver -- the first book in the Wolves of Mercy Falls trilogy. But looking back I started it on the plane ride to BEA and finished it there in the conference center, fingers gripping the cover tightly, while sitting on the floor in one of the many autograph lines. And now it's May again and BEA is right around the corner and I emerge from my recent and nasty reading slump stupor to find a copy of Linger sitting in my mailbox like a glove thrown down in the dirt. "I will be the one to pull you out," it whispers to me slyly. "Just open me up and take a sip. I promise--one sip is all it will take." And I look at it with fear and longing written all over my face. "You promise?" I ask intently. "Because it's been a long walk in the cold and I'm not sure I can take another disappointment." "Just open me up," it says, confidence written all over its cover. And so I do. And everythin