Lavender Spike – Rachel Tremblay

I rolled over and stared at them—big orange bellies on toothpick legs, the plumage at their throats puffing in and out as they sang. Vultures and carrion crows were the only birds ever seen in the Dumps, and they were going extinct just like the rest of the few animals around. These miniature feather balls were miracles of the dome, thriving on seeds and leaves and all flora shielded from the Burn.

Below, the coffee machine woke up with a beep and began sputtering its black gold, a sound I recognized from having had the expensive drink made for me a few times in the past. Delighted, I rubbed my eyes, yawned, and slipped out of the sateen sheets. The softness of the wool shag between my toes conjured Phoenix’s wisdom: Stepping onto lush carpet in the morning is the dream, but not if it comes with squeaks.

There were positively no squeaks here. Under the four-jet shower, I opened my mouth and drank. Actual water. Hot, clean, beautiful running water. I hummed and ahhed with pleasure, washing the flattened petals out of my hair. Wrapped in a black towel, I sploshed up the glass steps to my sleeping quarters and rummaged through the huge wooden dresser. The underwear drawer was mostly filled with delicate, slinky strips of fabric.

A simple black cotton bottom was hidden among them, which I scooped up, along with a bright fuchsia lace bra, because it was cute. In the closet, among other things, was a pair of blue jeans. They shone like a holy relic. I had never owned jeans before. I pulled them off their hanger and jumped in, giggling with glee.

“Hell yes.” I twirled in the digi-mirror, then threw on a white sleeveless top, which showed off the pink bra through the fabric, and let the sound of the coffee machine lure me back downstairs. I pinched a few sugar crystals from a carved jade jar and dropped them into my cup, brought the cup to my lips and breathed in the steam.

“Mmm yes.” “Coffee’s good?” Rilke said from behind me. I gasped, the cup slipping through my grasp and crashing to the ground. “Oh, phooey.” The porcelain pieces were scattered across the floor, along with the drink I hadn’t even the chance to taste. Rilke, a mop magically in hand, began cleaning up. “You don’t have to do that. Let me,” I said. “Not at all, this is one of the many things we Hounds do.

16: Shadows Are My Friends 17: Lord of the Bees 18: To the Wolves 19: Sequins 20: Dump-Dump-Dump Part Three 21: Not My Colour 22: Little Doe 23: Slippery Marie 24: Yummiest Peach 25: Sour Milk & Podiums 26: Love-Worthy 27: Rats 28: Free Bird 29: Cheap Thrills 30: Freedom Is the Colour Blue Part Four 31: Two Days Earlier—It’s the Girl 32: Try Again 33: Good Doggy 34: Femme Fatale 35: Thirst 36: Dispensable 37: Nejo 38: The Hum 39: Sticky Gold 40: First Visit 41: Squid, Keys & Chocolate Bits 42: Nejo Peddler 43: A Little Bit Green 44: Drophole 45: Lullaby for the Dead 46: It’s Time 47: Two Days Later 48: One Day Earlier—Exhibition Night 49: Sin Part Five 50: I’m Isobel 51: Dead Man’s Pockets 52: Maple Syrup 53: Ride with the Rebel 54: Horrible Izzy 55: Really Bad Luck 56: Carve the Valley 57: There Will Be Death 58: The Finest Silk 59: Booms 60: Whoosh 61: Change of Heart 62: Earlier That Night—the Battle 63: Enough Acknowledgements About the Author Copyright OceanofPDF.com Praise for Rachel Tremblay Praise for Lavender Spike “Lavender Spike is that rarest thing in fiction: a truly unique dystopia, one that shuns simple allegory and plays by its own strange and fascinating set of rules.

In a just world, everyone would be obsessed with this book and fans would already be having bitter arguments about who should be cast in the film.” —Jason Pargin, bestselling author of John Dies at the End and I’m Starting to Worry About This Black Box of Doom “Lavender Spike crackles with the spirit of power and creation. Rachel Tremblay’s newest novel is a visceral and poignant examination of the purpose of art that poses the question, ‘Can art truly be a catalyst for change?’

Brimming with action, Lavender Spike will take readers on a journey that will inspire, enthrall, and excite the imagination.” —Karen McBride, author of Crow Winter “Lavender Spike is a luminous adventure, delicate and poignant to the very end. You won’t want to miss it!” —K.

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