4.5 stars!My first novel-in-verse, and I enjoyed it immensely. The flow and pacing are wonderfully smooth, and though the storyline weaves back and forth between the past and the present, I didn't have a hard time following it. This is actually more angsty than the cover portrays (when I got it, ...
Someone is always watching. Always listening. Freedom doesn’t exist in the city of Freedom, what with the glinting silver surfaces recording thoughts everywhere and the surrounding walls keeping everyone and everything in—or out. On the east, the ocean hugs Freedom, but no one knows how to swim. ...
Cameron Blaus’s e-comm contained directions to get to, well, wherever the rangers were. For some reason, I decided to trust him. Maybe because he’d given me what I needed without being compelled. I couldn’t go gallivanting off to the Goodgrounds in my pajamas, so I checked the dresser in the corn...
I took three steps toward Cedar Hills and called Saffediene’s name. I changed direction and repeated this procedure until I’d gone in a complete circle. I reached out with my mind, desperate to find her lurking just over the hill. She wasn’t. The closest person I could find was collecting water f...
Ty brought home a dog once. That’s all it takes with my mother. She reported the incident to Them. They came and took the dog away. Pets are against the rules, of course. Animals require care, and They only want you to care about who They tell you to care about. Ty cried for a few days, and then ...
I’d survived the next meeting with Jag, where he’d trashed me for “defecting.” I’d tried to tell him so many times. But Jag was the most stubborn person I knew, and he’d interrupt me before I could plead my case. I never got a chance to tell him that I’d only given Director Myers information he a...
I realized I needed a break from more than just my training. I needed a reprieve from all things airmaking. I arrived at the city gate near sundown, which meant I had to show my traveling pass to a guard before I could enter.I hiked through the city’s steepening streets, drawing nearer and nearer...
Belfast asked, looking up from the desk in his office. “Yes, sir,” I said, staring straight ahead. I’d repeated the report so many times, I didn’t need to look at it to get all the fabricated details right. “Airmaster Shane Mendelson killed his own Firemaker?” Belfast’s scrutiny of me was beginni...
It leaped against my palm, beyond relieved to see Olive alive. As the days passed, and Matu hadn’t been able to find her, I’d presumed her dead. But there she stood, in the flesh, alive, breathing, her eyes trying to tell me something. Cris could hide his bare skin beneath...