The Sweet Far Thing by Libba Bray
The pretty lady who led me here takes the box away and returns to the stage, where the illusionist places her into a trance. He takes hold of a large slate, and with a piece of chalk in both hands, the lady writes upon it as if possessed: We are betrayed. She is a deceiver. The Tree of All Souls lives. The key holds the truth.
Reading this book is making me ridiculously nervous because I already know what happens and I'm really, really, really, really, really dreading it. Also, whenever things start to go well in books I get nervous because I'm positive something bad is going to happen.
What're you reading this Tuesday? Feel free to link in the comments.