Nightingale releases in 24 days (Sept. 25th – and I’m in Paris, so it’s already Sept. 1)!!!
Shhh…don’t tell anyone, but here’s the opening of Nightingale.
“My name is Lark Greene.” A white light flashes, blinding me. I can’t see beyond the small circle of darkness, but I know they’re all out there, pressing in on all sides, listening to everything I say. Blasting my words all over the newsfeeds. Mother prepared me for this. She and Annalise worked with me on my statement, reviewing details, having me repeat my answers over and over again until they were burned in my mind.
I tuck my trembling hands beneath my legs and lean forward against the small table I’m seated behind. Mother’s fingers drum against my shoulder, a reminder that I am not alone, and her energy flows through me like a steady fix of soothing medicine. My hands steady a little.
A camera floats over my head like an annoying gnat. It whirls and hums, zooming in closer on my face. With closed eyes, I inhale deeply, and open them on the exhale. The light flashes again. I cover my face with my hands, prepared for the pain that’s sure to follow.
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