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The Requiem Red
by Brynn Chapman
Publisher: Month9Books
Release Date: April 5th 2016
Genre: Young Adult, Fantasy
Rate: 4.5 stars
Patient Twenty-nine.
A monster roams the halls of Soothing Hills Asylum. Three girls dead. 29 is endowed with the curse…or gift of perception. She hears messages in music, sees lyrics in paintings. And the corn. A lifetime asylum resident, the orchestral corn music is the only constant in her life.
Mason, a new, kind orderly, sees 29 as a woman, not a lunatic. And as his belief in her grows, so does her self- confidence. That perhaps she might escape, might see the outside world.
But the monster has other plans. The missing girls share one common thread…each was twenty-nine’s cell mate.

Will she be next?

I am absolutely and wholly infatuated with this novel!  Brynn Chapman may very well be one of my new favorite authors.  While I did find that I agree with those who’ve said that the big mystery wasn’t such a mystery to the reader, it remained a riddle to those characters involved and it was still later in the book once you start to actually figure it all out.

The world woven with words into the fabric of this story is living, breathing, and intoxicating.  Chapman undoubtedly did tiresome amounts of research and the efforts paid off handsomely in the form of a compelling narrative rich with accurately portrayed details.  So often historical fiction tells rather than shows, but here I was immersed in the time and location, not told where I was.  I felt what the girls felt.  I saw what the men saw.  For example, the following passage chilled me with it’s eerily accurate depiction of true despair, and what it is to live life never really knowing what it means to be happy:

“Tonight, I will relish this joy–memorize it, and thrust it out as a shield against the melancholy, when it comes.  And it will.  I am not so foolish to think it has abandoned me at the first sign of light in my life.  The melancholy will scatter like spiders in the light, waiting in the shadows for my joy to dim.  To return.”

It was utterly delightful, with the exception of a few moments of nail biting and breath holding on my part.  I’ve not been so fully captivated by a good suspense in far too long, and a very grateful to the author for putting so much care into her work.  The second book can’t come soon enough!

Favorite quotes:
“With fear, one may fight.  But melancholy… its tentacles creep around the soul, crushing and smothering, until all desire is choked out.”
“Of the dance between man and woman, I only know what I have read and seen in the novels buried in the hidden library.  But as he guides my hips with his hands, my imagination erupts in images.”
“Indeed, he is the most spectacular combination of man, with layers of interests–like a well-made dish in which one notices new tastes one layer after the next.”
“I have become accustomed to screams, moans, and shouts of joy.  They are the language of this place.  This silence is as if the very tongue of Soothing Hills has been extracted.”
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Chapter One



“Jane! Jane, where are you? There has been an accident!”

Nurse Sally’s tremulous voice echoes down the sanatorium’s hallway, ricocheting off the walls like mad bats in flight. I close my eyes, press my lips tight, and keep silent.

“Patient Twenty-Nine!”

I flinch at the use of my patient number and slide from the hidden window seat, snapping my book closed to bound down the corridor. The nurse’s cry came from the direction of my room.

“Twenty-niiiine … ” a male, sing-song voice calls out through the bars. I swerve and dart out of his way, narrowly missing those yellowed, grasping fingernails. My heartbeat doubles as I spin and run faster.

What has she done now?

My roommate Lily is truly disturbed. I spend most of my time out of the room, out of her way, because of her howling, because of her—

I round the corner and skid to a halt, instantaneously shaking.

Lily’s long blond hair spreads out on her cot like a coquette’s fan. Her eyes are closed. Her chest appears … still.


“Jane, go for help. Now. Run to Ward 4 and fetch Dr. Grayjoy!”

I stand staring, blood frozen in my veins, feet frozen to the floor. Lily’s head gives a violent jerk, and I gasp.

“For the love of heaven, now, you imbecile!”

I run. But not before I see the wall. Not before I see the message scrawled above her bed.

Help me. I know not what I do.

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Born and raised in western Pennsylvania, Brynn Chapman is the daughter of two teachers. Her writing reflects her passions: science, history and love—not necessarily in that order. In real life, the geek gene runs strong in her family, as does the Asperger’s syndrome. Her writing reflects her experience as a pediatric therapist and her interactions with society’s downtrodden. In fiction, she’s a strong believer in underdogs and happily-ever-afters. She also writes non-fiction and lectures on the subjects of autism and sensory integration and is a medical contributor to online journal The Age of Autism.

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