It’s hard to believe that it’s been more than 10 years since Veronica Roth first appeared on the scene with Different series, but she hasn’t slowed down since. From short stories to adult novels, Veronica has it all. And with another book coming out later this year, it may come as a surprise to hear that he already has another Novel, arch conspiratorsComing out in 2023!
If you’ve been counting down the days until you can pack more Veronica Roth books on your shelf, we have something special to share with you. Cosmopolitan Here’s the first official look at Veronica Roth’s next adult novel, arch conspiratorsWhich will start on February 21, 2023. Check out the official cover above!
If you’re already hooked, here’s the official book description from Tor:
“From dystopian visionary and bestselling phenomenon Veronica Roth comes a razor-sharp reimagining of Antigone. In Arc-Conspirator, Roth reaches back to the root of legend and delivers the world of tomorrow, both timeless and unexpected.
Outside the last city on Earth, the planet is a wasteland. Without the Archive, where the genes of the dead are stored, humanity would perish.
Going to the Archive should be cause for celebration, but Antigone’s parents were murdered, leaving his father’s throne vacant. As his militant uncle Creon rises to claim it, Antigone seems to be all furious. When he welcomes him and his siblings to his mansion, Antigone sees him for what it really is: a gilded cage, where he is a captive as well as a guest.
But his uncle soon learns that no cage is unbreakable. And he isn’t either.”
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a fraction from arch conspirators
by Veronica Roth
But even if he is my sister’s child or near her
Of the relatives more than those who worship my hearth,
Neither she nor her sister will be able to survive
I have extreme punishment for both,
As the arch-conspirator, of the same guilt.
I once asked my father why he cursed us before we were born. Because being born as me and my siblings had to be doomed from the start. We were unique among our peoples, pieced together by a random combination of genes provided by our two parents. Table scrap kids.
They didn’t say, as my mother said a year ago, “We didn’t think it was a curse.”
He was too insensitive to it.
“We thought,” he told me, “it was worth a curse.”
An honest man, and now a dead man.
He was in the courtyard, the man who killed my father. Oh, maybe he didn’t have the blade, but the coup that took political power out of my father’s hands and then trampled him under his shoes was the Creon coup, carried out by Creon for Creon.
He was in the casual version of his uniform, pants tied in boots, shirt rested in pants, forehead soaked with sweat, the morning sun was already pressing. He bowed his head to listen to Nicias, the chief of his guard. They were too far away for me to hear.
I was on a balcony, nestled in ivy, which grew only here, in the High Commander’s Court, where no paucity of water in other parts of the city could convince Creon to sacrifice beauty. People will allow a high commander to do his petty work, I heard him say once. It’s such a tough job.
I thought he was right—it was a difficult task, to hold my fist tight for so long. But I was not convinced that any amount of ivy could make this place beautiful for me.
Nicias moved away from Creon, undoubtedly sent on some short mission. My uncle’s gaze fell on me. He shook his head in greeting.
My throat tightened. I disappeared into the leaves.
After the fight was over, when we saw the dead bodies of our parents on the streets, washed them, prayed for them; Ismeen and I removed their iCore, too small for the responsibility and yet the only ones to do it; After storing what was left of them in the archive; After all this, Creon had called us into this house, in the courtyard where the ivy grew and the road spread, and in the presence of all who had ears to hear, told us that we were welcome to live with him. We do. To this day, I am not sure what inspired this act of generosity. We hate Creon, as we hate many people in this city because of our origins.
Maybe it was because we are family, and family has rules, and Creon likes rules. Creon was the brother of Oedipus, the shadow of Oedipus. Man of Blade instead of Man of Mind. When I was young, at family gatherings, he was known to break things – glasses, plates, toys – just by handling them too roughly. Once, my mother asked her to brush Ismeen’s hair for her, and Ismeen spent the entire time trying to cry as she tore the knots out of her head. He did not know how to tease; He only laughed at other people, never at himself.
Maybe it was because we were still children of Oedipus, although we were deformed by our genes. And Oedipus had almost started a revolution – he was a symbol, and so were we. And what better way to take power from a symbol than to claim it yourself?
So when he told us we were welcome to stay in his house, I knew what the consequences would be: He would let Polyonyx and Itechles and Ismene and I live, but we would do so at his pleasure. We would live in his house, legitimize his rule, and he would keep an eye on us.
We thank you for your generosityI told him, in the moment.
Excerpted from ARCH-CONSPIRATOR by Veronica Roth. Copyright © 2022 Veronica Roth. Reprinted with permission of Tor/Forge Books, a division of Macmillan Publishing Group, LLC. All rights reserved.
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