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388 pages, Paperback
First published February 10, 2015
The only thing that serves to distinguish [Reds], outwardly at least, is that Silvers stand tall. Our backs are bent by work and unanswered hope and the inevitable disappointment with our lot in life.
"Are you with us, Mare Barrow?" he says, his hand closing over mine. More war, more death, Cal said. But there's a chance he's wrong. There's a chance we change it.
My fingers tighten, holding on to Will. I can feel the weight of my action, the importance behind it.
"I'm with you."
"We will rise," he breathes, in unison with Tristan. I remember the words and speak with them. "Red as the dawn."
In the flickering candlelight, our shadows look like monsters on the walls.
"Children." The words rip out of me. "He's a father."
All together, twelve died last night, but I refuse to learn their names. I can't have them weighing on me . . .
My hands wipe at my eyes, though my tears are long lost in the rain, leaving behind only an embarrassingly runny nose and some black makeup. Thankfully, my silver powder holds. It's made of stronger stuff than I am.
"I wish things were different," he whispers, but I can still hear him.
The words take me back to my home and my father when he said the same thing so long ago . . .
. . . To think that Cal and my father, a broken Red man, can share the same thoughts makes me pause.
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“I am finally learning my lesson. Anyone can betray anyone.”
"He is his mother's son.”
“I told you to hide your heart once. You should have listened.”
"Cal betrayed me, and I betrayed him. And you betrayed us both, in a thousand different ways. I choose no one.”
₊˚ ꫂ “cal is a cliff and i throw myself over the edge, not bothering to think of what it could do to us both.”
₊˚ ꫂ “rise, red as the dawn.”
₊˚ ꫂ “i told you to hide your heart once. you should have listened.”
₊˚ ꫂ “to look powerful is to be powerful.”
I feel like a traitor. What are my parents eating for dinner tonight?
If it all goes to plan, he'll never hug his sister again. Evangeline will have lost a brother.
He's a father. He's a father and we're going to kill him.
"Children." The words rip out of me. "He's a father.
Maybe he knew the colonel; maybe he was her brother, her cousin.
Cal's blood might be silver, but his heart is as black as burned skin.
"I can fault him for whatever I want," I snort, remembering the war books and death guides all over his room. "He's just like all the others."
"You don't seem like the girl to weep at the drop of a hat."
My stomach churns, but not with the excitement or nerves or any of the things silly girls talk about.
The only things that serve to distinguish us, outwardly at least, is that Silvers stand tall. Our backs are bent by work and unanswered hope and the inevitable disappointment with our lot in life.
My heart plummets in my chest until it bounces around my toes.
“I am finally learning my lesson. Anyone can betray anyone.”
It’s getting a little hot in here, isn’t it? That’s because Red Queen has unearthed what I never thought could occur: A mini Darkling. That’s right. Yet another morally ambiguous character and I am sold.
“Long ago he called us ants, Red ants burning in the light of a Silver sun. Destroyed by the greatness of others, losing the battle for our right to exist because we are not special. We did not evolve like them, with powers and strengths beyond our limited imaginations.”
“…no one pays attention to another Red servant, another insect wandering past the feet of gods.”
"A puppet. A show to keep people happy, quiet, and trampled.”
“This world is Silver, but it is also fray. There is no black and white.”
“You believe you are the masters of the world but your reign as kings and gods is at an end.”
“I’m the shadow and no one remembers shadows.”
“You want me to pin my entire operation, the entire revolution, on some teenaged love story? I can’t believe in this.”
“He knows what he is and, worst of all, he likes it.”
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