{"product_id":"alchemised-isbn-9780593972700","title":"Alchemised","description":"\u003cb\u003e#1 \u003ci\u003eNEW YORK TIMES\u003c\/i\u003e BESTSELLER • OVER ONE MILLION COPIES SOLD • In this riveting dark fantasy debut, a woman with missing memories fights to survive a war-torn world of necromancy and alchemy—and the man tasked with unearthing the deepest secrets of her past.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e This stunning hardcover edition features a deluxe jacket with gold foil on the front and a full-color illustration on the reverse, gorgeous designed endpapers, a gold foil case stamp, and, from acclaimed artist Avendell, a black-and-white interior illustration.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA \u003ci\u003eSHE READS\u003c\/i\u003e BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eWhat is it you think you’re protecting in that brain of yours? The war is over. Holdfast is dead. The Eternal Flame extinguished. There’s no one left for you to save.” \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOnce a promising alchemist, Helena Marino is now a prisoner—of war and of her own mind. Her Resistance friends and allies have been brutally murdered, her abilities suppressed, and the world she knew destroyed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn the aftermath of a long war, Paladia’s new ruling class of corrupt guild families and depraved necromancers, whose vile undead creatures helped bring about their victory, holds Helena captive.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAccording to Resistance records, she was a healer of little importance within their ranks. But Helena has inexplicable memory loss of the months leading up to her capture, making her enemies wonder: Is she truly as insignificant as she appears, or are her lost memories hiding some vital piece of the Resistance’s final gambit?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo uncover the memories buried deep within her mind, Helena is sent to the High Reeve, one of the most powerful and ruthless necromancers in this new world. Trapped on his crumbling estate, Helena’s fight—to protect her lost history and to preserve the last remaining shreds of her former self—is just beginning. For her prison and captor have secrets of their own . . . secrets Helena must unearth, whatever the cost.“A sweeping tale set in an uncharted dark fantasy world. It encompasses the realities of war and a romance that fights for survival.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003ePeople\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“SenLinYu’s debut is a doorstopper of a fantasy. . . . The superb worldbuilding and intricate plotline make this a must-read.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“In this high fantasy with very dark themes, SenLinYu weaves a tale of political intrigue with centuries of depth and nuance. Many readers will be . . . drawn into the complex morality of two broken people finding love during a war.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“SenLinYu has created a vivid new universe. \u003ci\u003eAlchemised\u003c\/i\u003e made me remember what makes reading good fantasy so enjoyable.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe Atlantic\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A book that digs its teeth in like a starving wolf. It unsettles, it gnaws, and yet by the final page, I wanted to thank it for what it put me through. . . . In a genre often dominated by safe formulas, SenLinYu’s debut is a reminder that speculative fiction still has teeth and knows how to bite.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eGrimdark Magazine\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eSenLinYu\u003c\/b\u003e grew up in the Pacific Northwest and studied classical liberal arts and culture. They started writing in the Notes app of their phone during their baby’s nap time. Their collected online works have garnered more than twenty million individual downloads and have been translated into twenty-three languages. They live in Portland, Oregon, with their family. \u003ci\u003eAlchemised\u003c\/i\u003e is their first novel.\u003cb\u003eChapter 1\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen light came, it nearly split Helena’s brain open.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere was screaming.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“F***! How’s this one awake?” A voice broke through the sensory agony.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLight was stabbing her. A spike driven through her eyes, burrowing into her skull. Gods, her eyes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe writhed. The brightness blurred, careening. The burn of fluid rushed down her throat. A roar in her ears.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSlick fingers dug into her arms, against bone, dragging her up. Air hit her lungs, sending them seizing as the fluid came back up.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“F*** this stasis gel. Can’t get a decent grip. Make her shut up! She’s about to drown herself.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHer head slammed into something as she was dropped. Rough stone tore her hands. She scrabbled blindly, trying to push herself up. Her eyes squeezed shut, but the light was still a knife in her skull. A hard object was ripped off the back of her neck, and something warm and wet ran across her skin.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“How the f*** is she awake? Someone must’ve f***ed the dosage on this one. Don’t let her crawl off.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHer arms were gripped again, and she was heaved up from the ground.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe tore herself free, forcing her eyes open. All she could make out was blinding white. She lunged ­towards it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You f***ing bitch, you cut me!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePain exploded across the back of her head.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e•\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere was still light when she regained consciousness.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt came slowly, as though she were underwater, swimming ­towards a surface that rippled just beyond reach, consciousness seeping back in. Her eyes were closed; the light was just beyond them. She could feel the pain of it already.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe was lying on something hard. A cold table, its metal inert beneath her fingers.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe could dimly make out voices, muffled but close.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Well?” A woman’s voice. “Any others?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“No.” A man’s voice. That first voice from earlier. “We’ve pulled the rest out. It was just this one stored wrong.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“And she was conscious when you opened the tank?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Sure was. Started screaming when we lifted the top and pulled her up. Gave me a heart attack, I can tell you. Willems was so startled, he nearly drowned her, and when we did get her out, she was f***ing feral. Scratched the shit out of me until we got her knocked out. Had the intravenous and all, but the sedation was turned off. Someone must’ve bumped it.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“That doesn’t explain the lack of records for this one,” said the woman. “Seems odd.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Probably done in a hurry. Couldn’t have been kept for long. Even the ones properly done are mostly dead. Lot of the tanks are just soup and bones.” The man laughed nervously.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“We’ll know more once I have her in Central,” the woman said. She sounded disinterested. “You were right to call this in. It’s anomalous. Let me know how many of the rest wake. Any corpses intact enough for reanimation go to the mines. The living stock goes to the Outpost.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Of course. And you’ll put in a good word for me, right? It would mean a lot if it comes from you.” The man sounded hopeful, and his chuckle was forced. “Not getting any younger, you know.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The High Necromancer has many petitions to consider. Your work will not be forgotten. Have a lorry made ready for transport.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere were retreating footsteps followed by an irritated sigh.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“There’s no need to feign unconsciousness; I know you’re awake. Open your eyes,” the woman said. “I’ve altered your senses, so the light shouldn’t be too much.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHelena peered cautiously through her lashes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe world around her was greenish dusk, every form shadow-­like. The vague shape of a person moved on her right side.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHer eyes followed sluggishly.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Good. You’re following instructions \u003ci\u003eand\u003c\/i\u003e tracking motion.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHelena tried to speak, but a low gasping emerged.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere was a click of a pen and papers shuffling.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“So, Prisoner 1273, or are you Prisoner 19819? You have two inmate numbers, and there’s no record of either in this facility. Do you happen to have a name?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHelena said nothing. Now that the mere concept of light was not a terror, she could think a little. She was still a captive.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe woman gave an impatient huff. “Do you understand me?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHelena gave no response.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Well, I suppose I can’t expect much. We’ll know soon anyway. You, bring her.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe shape blurred away, and new figures appeared. Cold skin pressed against her wrists. The stench of chemical preservatives and old meat burned in her nose. Necrothralls. She tried to make out the faces, but her eyes kept sliding off, refusing to focus.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe table began vibrating as it was rolled across a stone floor, radiating through her skull into her teeth.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThen it was so bright, it was like needles being driven into her retinas. She gave a muffled scream, squeezing her eyes shut again.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere was a nauseating lurch upwards, and everything grew darker again, a motor rumbling to life somewhere beneath her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe needed to escape. She tried to shift and felt the clank of metal.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Lie still.” The woman’s voice was suddenly back. Very close.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHelena jerked away, breath coming in rapid pants and her hands and feet twisting against the restraints. She had to run. 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