It is the big day. The newest welcome tonight, Villeneuve, the faceless old woman who secretly lives in your home is out.

It's out in the wild, waiting for you to buy it and read it, and be thrilled and scared and blown away by it.

And I know you're going to read it all in one night, but don't be spoiling, okay?

So, as you probably know, me and Joseph's multi-city book tour is canceled because of reasons,

but we are doing a giant online book tour from three to seven pm Eastern time today.

March 24th, go to the Welcome to Night Vale YouTube page to join me and Joseph Live,

talking about the book, visiting with super special guests, reading passages from the novel,

and even taking your questions. And if you miss the live experience, you can still watch the entire feed,

or part of the feed on YouTube. For more information on the faceless old woman and this feed and anything else,

go to Welcome to Night Vale.com slash books. Listen, I'm really excited for this novel.

I'm really proud of this epic story of terror and vengeance, plus there's a giant in it,

and she is cool as heck. Here is one more excerpt from the audiobook,

Read by Night Vale's own, Mara Wilson. Again, Welcome to Night Vale.com slash books for details

on cool independent bookstores you can buy it from, or go to wherever you usually get your books.

Okay, enjoy. An estate by the sea. 1792 to 1805.

One. I was born on the Mediterranean, on the water itself,

in a small boat that my father was frantically rowing in order to take my mother to medical care,

she would never live to need. What chance did I have when my first act was to take another's life?

My father let the ors fall once I had arrived and my mother had left. He cradled me with one hand and

his wife with the other, and then he made his way back to shore. I was his first and his last child.

From then on, we would only have each other. Maybe lesser man would have responded to the trauma

of losing a wife by resenting my existence, or by forever associating me with sorrow,

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