Friday, July 6, 2012

Cover Reveal: Scarlet (Lunar Chronicles #2) by Marissa Meyer

I don't know if you've seen it but here's the cover of Scarlet (Lunar Chronicles #2) by Marissa Meyer from it's USA Today Cover Reveal. I decided to do a blog post instead of posting this on the Facebook page because I totally can't wait for this book! I've read Cinder and my review will be up... pretty much soon! but I tell you if you haven't read Cinder it's really good! and the sequel Scarlet is coming out February of next year!

by Marissa Meyer
Expected publication: February 5th 2013 by Feiwel and Friends

So what do I think of the cover? I'm sorry but I'm not impressed, it's pretty plain unlike Cinder but it's justifiable. I know for a fact that this one is about Little Red Riding Hood but I'd choose a better cover than this. Along side with the novel there will be 2 more books for the series namely Cress (2014) which will be a Meyer's take on Rapunzel and Winter (2015) for the finally book which is inspired by Snow White.

What do you think of the cover? Which do you like most?

USA Today did a little question and answer with Marrisa Meyer here's a snippet of it:

How does Scarlet pick up where Cinder left off?

Cinder does play a very large role again. She continues on her next adventure, but you also meet Scarlet, a girl who lives in southern France with her grandmother. At the beginning of the book, her grandmother has mysteriously disappeared from her farm, so she's trying to find her. The only person who's willing to help is this street fighter who's shown up randomly in her town. He may or may not be up to no good. You have these two opposing story lines, but as they go on, they tie together and Cinder and Scarlet meet up and join forces.

Cinder introduced the bustling city of New Beijing. How did you settle on France as the setting of Scarlet?

Both choices go back to the histories of their fairy tales. With Cinder, the history of the Cinderella story is that the earliest recorded version was from 9th century China. That's why I wanted to set it in this futuristic Asia. But with Scarlet, many years ago I saw a documentary about these killings that happened in France back in the 17th or 18th century. At the time, people thought they were happening because of a werewolf, and some think that they may have tied into the creation of the Little Red Riding Hood story. I don't know if that's true or not, but it always stuck with me.

Read the Full Interview here

Read an excerpt from Chapter 2 of Scarlet, Book Two in The Lunar Chronicles by Marissa Meyer:

Scarlet spotted Gilles behind the hot top, ladling béchamel sauce on top of a ham sandwich. She walked around to the other side, yelling to get his attention, and was met with annoyance.

"I'm done," she said, returning the scowl. "Come sign off on the delivery."

Gilles shoveled a stack of frites beside the sandwich and slid the plate across the steel counter to her. "Run that out to the first booth and I'll have it ready when you get back."

Scarlet bristled. "I don't work for you, Gilles."

"Just be grateful I'm not sending you out to the alley with a scrub brush." He turned his back on her, his white shirt yellowed from years of sweat.

Scarlet's fingers twitched with the fantasy of chucking the sandwich at the back of his head and seeing how it compared to the tomatoes, but her grandma's stern face just as quickly infiltrated the dream, scolding her. How disappointed she would be to come back home only to find that Scarlet had lost one of their most loyal clients in a fit of temper.

Grabbing the plate, Scarlet stormed out of the kitchen and was nearly bowled over by a waiter as soon as the kitchen door swung shut behind her. The Rieux Tavern was not a nice place—the tile floors were sticky, the furniture was a mismatch of cheap tables and chairs, and the air was saturated with grease. But in a town where drinking and gossiping were the favorite pastimes, it was always busy, especially on Sundays when the local farmhands ignored their crops for a full twenty-four hours.

While she waited for a path to clear through the crowd, her attention landed on the netscreens behind the bar. All three were broadcasting the same news footage that had filled up the net since the night before. Everyone was talking about the Eastern Commonwealth's annual ball, where the Lunar queen was a guest of honor and where a cyborg girl had infiltrated the party, blown up some chandeliers, and tried to assassinate the visiting queen . . . or maybe she'd been trying to assassinate the newly coronated emperor. Everyone seemed to have a different theory. The freeze-frame on the screens showed a close-up of the girl with dirt smudges on her face and strands of damp hair pulled from a messy ponytail. It was a mystery how she'd ever been admitted into a royal ball in the first place.

"They should have put her out of her misery when she fell on those stairs," said Roland, a tavern regular who looked like he'd been bellied to the bar since noon. He extended a finger toward the screen and mimed shooting a gun. "I'd have put a bullet right through her head. And good riddance."

When a rustle of agreement passed through the nearest patrons, Scarlet rolled her eyes in disgust and shoved toward the first booth.

She recognized Emilie's handsome street fighter immediately, partly due to an array of scars and bruises on his olive skin, but more because he was the only stranger in the tavern. He was more disheveled than she'd expected from from Émilie's swooning, with hair that stuck out every direction in messy clumps and a fresh bruise swelling around one eye. Beneath the table, both of his legs were jogging like a windup toy.

Three plates were already set out before him, empty but for splatters of grease, bits of egg salad, and untouched slices of tomato and lettuce.

She didn't realize she'd been staring at him until his gaze shifted and collided with hers. His eyes were unnaturally green, like sour grapes still on the vine. Scarlet's grip tightened on the plate and she suddenly understood Émilie's swooning. He has these eyes . . .

Pushing through the crowd, she deposited the sandwich on the table. "You had le croque monsieur?"

"Thank you," he said. His voice startled her, not by being loud or gruff as she'd expected, but rather low and hesitant.

Maybe Émilie was right. Maybe he was shy.

"Are you sure you don't want us to just bring you the whole pig?" she said, stacking three empty plates. "It would save the servers the trouble of running back and forth from the kitchen."

His eyes widened and for a moment Scarlet expected him to ask if that were an option, but then his attention dipped down to the sandwich. "You have good food here."

She withheld a scoff. "Good food" and "Rieux Tavern" were two phrases she didn't normally associate with each another. "Fighting must work up quite an appetite."

He didn't respond. His fingers fidgeted with the straw in his drink and Scarlet could see the table beginning to shake from his bouncing legs.

"Well. Enjoy," she said, picking up the dishes. But then she paused and tipped the plates toward him. "Sure you don't want the tomatoes? They're the best part, and they were grown in my own garden. The lettuce too, actually, but it wasn't wilted like this when I harvested it. Never mind, you don't want the lettuce. But the tomatoes?"

Some of the intensity drained from the fighter's face. "I've never tried them."

Scarlet arched an eyebrow. "Never?"

After a hesitant moment, he released his drinking glass and picked up the two slabs of tomato and shoved them into his mouth.

His expression froze mid-chew. He seemed to ponder for a moment, eyes unfixed, before swallowing. "Not what I expected," he said, looking up at her again. "But actually not horrible. I'll order some more of those, if I could?"

Scarlet adjusted the dishes in her grip, keeping a butter knife from slipping off. "You know, I don't actually work—"

"Here it comes!" said someone near the bar, spurring an excited murmur that rippled through the tavern. Scarlet glanced up at the netscreens. They showed a lush garden, flourishing with bamboo and lilies and sparkling from a recent downpour. The red warmth of the ball spilled down a grand staircase. The security camera was above the door, angled toward the long shadows that stretched out into the path. It was beautiful. Tranquil.

"I have ten univs that say a girl's about to lose her foot on those stairs!" someone shouted, followed by a round of laughter from the bar. "Anyone want to bet me? Come on, what are the odds, really?"

A moment later, the cyborg girl appeared on the screen. She bolted from the doorway and down the stairs, shattering the garden's serenity with her billowing silver gown. Scarlet held her breath, knowing what happened next, but she still flinched when the girl stumbled and fell. She crashed down the steps and landed awkwardly at their base, sprawled across the rocky path. Though there was no sound, Scarlet imagined the girl panting as she rolled onto her back and gawked up at the doorway. Shadows cut across the stairs and a series of unrecognizable figures appeared above her.

Having heard the story a dozen times, Scarlet sought out the missing foot still on the stairs, the light from the ballroom glinting off the metal. The girl's cyborg foot.

"They say the one on the left is the queen," said Émilie. Scarlet jumped, not having heard the waitress approach.

The prince—no, the emperor now—crept down the steps and stooped to pick up the foot. The girl reached for the hem of her skirt, tugging it down over her calves, but she couldn't hide the dead tentacle wires dangling from their metal stump.

Scarlet knew what the rumors were saying. Not only had the girl been confirmed as a Lunar—an illegal fugitive and a danger to Earthen society—but she'd even managed to brainwash Emperor Kai. Some thought she'd been after power, others riches. Some even believed she'd been trying to start the war that had so long been threatened. But no matter what the girl's intentions were, Scarlet couldn't help a twinge of pity. After all, she was only a teenager, younger than Scarlet, even, and she looked wholly pathetic lying at the base of those stairs.

"What was that about putting her out of the misery?" said one of the guys at the bar.

Roland jutted his finger toward the screen. "Exactly. I've never seen anything so disgusting in my life."

Someone near the end leaned forward so he could look around the other patrons at Roland. "I'm not sure I agree. I think she's kind of cute, pretending to be all helpless and innocent like that. Maybe instead of sending her back to the moon, they should let her come stay with me?"

He was met with robust laughter. Roland thumped his palm on the bar, rattling a mustard dish. "No doubt that metal leg of hers would make for a real cozy bedmate!"

"Swine," Scarlet muttered, but her comment was lost in the guffaws.

"I wouldn't mind the chance to warm her up!" someone new added, and the tables rattled with cheers and amusement.

Anger clawed its way back up Scarlet's throat and she half slammed, half dropped the stack of plates back onto the booth's table. She ignored the startled expressions at the next table and shoved through the crowd, circling to the back of the bar.

The bewildered bartender watched on as Scarlet pushed some liquor bottles out of the way and climbed up onto the counter that stretched the length of the wall. Reaching up, she opened a wall panel beneath a shelf of cognac glasses and plucked out the netlink cable. All three screens went black, the palace garden and cyborg girl vanishing.

A roar of protest bellowed up around her.

Scarlet spun to face them, accidentally kicking a bottle of wine off the bar. The glass shattered on the floor below, but Scarlet barely heard it as she waved the cable at the incensed crowd. "You all should have some respect. That's girl's going to be executed!"

"That girl's a Lunar!" someone yelled. "She should be executed!"

The sentiment was enforced with nods and someone lobbing a crust of bread at Scarlet's shoulder. She planted both hands on her hips. "She's only sixteen."

All credits goes to USA Today


  1. I love the cover can not wait to read it :)

  2. I love the cover.. I think it fits the series perfectly :D

  3. I like the cover, but I wish they would have continued with the cyborg thing.

  4. I love it! I really think the font is the most perfect part of it though! I hadn't seen it yet, so thanks for sharing! I loved Cinder!

    1. The font is definitely good! Glad you love it but really... I'm not that impressed with it or maybe I just expected more.


  5. love the color red
    hope all 4 covers have something red on it

    1. I hope so but I think that won't happen? Well the other two will be for Rapunzel which has a golden hair and then Snow White... well I'm expecting an apple tho LOL


  6. I really like the cover. It's fitting. :)

  7. I actually am dying to read the first one. At first I wasn't going to read it but after some convincing I think I will :)

  8. Loved the typography and I'm glad it matches Cinder but I'm not a huge fan of it. It took me 5 minutes of staring to realize that it was part of the cape/cloak thing and the girl's hair and arm is at the edge of the cover, lol. On the other hand, it reminds me of a flame too which is pretty cool.

    Bottom line: I NEED to read Scarlet. >.<

  9. I love the cover and the concept. thanks for sharing that excerpt.

    ~Shane @ itching for books
    new follower

  10. Yeah, I'm not very impressed, although I'm glad they're carrying on the red color.

  11. Little disappointed by the excerpt and the direction of the next few books- seems forced and gimicky. The original Cinder story was good enough why not just pick up where it left off and do a spin off series with the focus on different characters?

  12. Even though the cover of Cinder is simple I still like it. IT suits the story perfectly. But i do agree with you. I am looking forward to Scarlet, but I do not like the cover at all. I understand why they did the cape for Little Red Riding Hood. But it's just plain and not that interesting. Although that said i am super excited to read the book.

  13. Thank you, thank you, thank you for this!!! So awesome to see the cover and that excerpt - yippee!!! Cinder may well be my favorite read this year...though there's lots of time and lots of books left for 2012 :) I think the cover for Scarlet is very pretty with the flowing red cloak and her red hair, BUT I agree with Jennifer above that the cover of Cinder just so perfectly fits the story - I mean, it IS Cinder - that it's my favorite of the two. Thanks!

  14. I always wanted to read Cinder! Unfortunately, I can't see one here in the Philippines. I hope I find one soon. I'm hearing many good reviews about it! :D
    Anyway, for me, the cover is plain but gorgeous at the same time! It tells a lot about the story, just like Cinder's! :)


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