The Offering: A Pledge Novel
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Charlie, otherwise known as Queen Charlaina of Ludania, has become comfortable as a leader and a ruler. She’s done admirable work to restore Ludania’s broken communications systems with other Queendoms, and she’s mastered the art of ignoring Sabara, the evil former queen whose Essence is alive within Charlie. Or so she thinks.
When the negotiation of a peace agreement with the Queendom of Astonia goes awry, Charlie receives a brutal message that threatens Ludania, and it seems her only option is to sacrifice herself in exchange for Ludanian freedom.
But things aren’t always as they seem. Charlie is walking into a trap—one set by Sabara, who is determined to reclaim the Queendoms at any cost.
Kimberly Derting
Kimberly Derting is the author of the Cece Loves Science series, the Body Finder series, the Pledge trilogy, and the Taking series. She lives in the Pacific Northwest, where the gloomy weather is ideal for writing anything dark and creepy. Her three beautiful (and often mouthy) children serve as an endless source of inspiration and frequently find things they say buried in the pages of their mother’s books. You can visit her online at www.kimberlyderting.com.
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Readers find this title to have a weak main character who lacks backbone and fails as a queen. However, there are interesting characters like Eden and Xander that keep the book engaging.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Charlie is still leader of Ludania, she seems to have Sabara in hand but there are other things going on, and when she receives the hand of one of her supporters from another queen, she thinks she has run out of options. Her life just can't be easy.It's an interesting end to the series. It left me satisfied with the story.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The final book in the Pledge series. I finished the second book back in August of 2013. So it took me a little while to get back into the world. I went back and read descriptions of the first two (The Pledge and The Essence). Then I started to remember what a magical world the author created.
In this book, Charlie (aka Queen Charlaina of Ludania) has to once again battle Sabara (whose essence still dwells inside Charlie). But that isn't the worst of it. She faces tragic loss and the threat of war. She tries to find a way to save everyone and not lose herself at the same time.
In this world, queens have the power (as opposed to kings). Queens all have some magical ability. And Sabara has been around for ages. Whenever, her body grows old, she places her essence in a younger queen. Usually, the younger queen's essence disappears; she ceases to exist while Sabara takes complete control of her body. In the case of Charlie, somehow when Sabara's essence entered her, it didn't completely take over and Charlie didn't cease to exist. Thus, Charlie is constantly struggling to maintain control while Sabara tries to take it away from her. Charlie is a good Queen, but will Sabara be her undoing?
Charlie has a strong group of friends and supporters along with her younger sister Angelina. Brooklyn has been her best friend since childhood. Max is the love of Charlie's life. Xander & Eden started as revolutionaries and became so much more. The characters are all well-developed and each have strong personalities.
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Anyone who likes fantasy, strong female characters and dystopia. - Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Enjoyed the last installment for The Pledge trilogy. The ending was original and surprisingly neat ( I had my doubts as to how everything would end). Interesting series about a dystopian society where people are separated by languages.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Offering ties up The Pledge series nicely. Charlie, Queen of Ludania, embarks upon a journey that leads to her freedom from the evil queen Sabara. She is faced with choices that she must make to protect her queendom and the people that she serrves. Can Charlie, Max, Brook and Xander defeat Sabara and the forces that conspire against them? You will have to read to find out. I loved the final book in the series. The author winds up this tale with love, loss and survival.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This series has beautiful covers! THE OFFERING is the third and last installment of The Pledge series. We have watched Charlie go from a resident of the vendor sector to Queen. We have watched her fall in love. We have watched her struggle and try to find her way with Sabara hitching a ride in her body. We have witnessed the loyalty of her family, friends and allies as well as their struggles alongside their Queen. THE OFFERING brings everything to a close and gave me an ending that left me satisfied and excited about the future of Ludania.There's no doubt that Charlie has been through a lot. Watching her grow and evolve into the Queen she is in THE OFFERING was equally hard and joyous. The care that she has for Ludania and the Ludanian people is first in her mind and the willingness to do anything to free them shows a lot about the person she has become. The only book in the series that we get a lot of Charlie/Max time was THE PLEDGE but you can see how much they have grown as a couple and the love they share along the way. I would have liked to see more of them together in THE OFFERING but there were bigger issues to deal with. There has been a rift in some of Charlies relationships and it was nice to see those play out. The supporting characters of the series were as much of a part of my enjoyment from the beginning as the story itself. There were a few parts in the series that I could have done without, a few parts in THE OFFERING that were a bit slow but overall I really enjoyed it. I am looking forward to seeing what Kimberly Derting will do next!* This book was provided free of charge from Edelweiss in exchange for an honest review.
- Rating: 1 out of 5 stars1/5If i could rate zero stars i would. The main character is weak and has no backbone, i tried to relate to her and it’s impossible. Charlie is constantly apologizing for everything... even things done in self defense, she doesn’t take time to see the situation as a whole at all, just blindly rushes into trying to fix it. Charlie is a failure of a Queen, she lets everyone talk to her disrespectfully and gives them apologies when she finally reminds them she’s queen.
Really the only people worth interest in this book is Eden & Xander - Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Amazing.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The perfect ending to the trilogy
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The Offering - Kimberly Derting
To Todd Kneer, who had the most infectious laugh and wasn’t afraid to share it!
acknowledgments
Being the last book in the Pledge trilogy, it was hard for me to say good-bye to these characters that I’d grown so attached to. In the acknowledgments for the first book I discussed how I came up with the idea for The Pledge, but I just want to (again) thank Marie Lucas, the woman who told me her stories of growing up in World War II Germany that eventually sparked the idea for Charlie’s world. She will always and forever be the original Angelina.
I’ve always said how much I love my U.S. covers for the Pledge trilogy, and I’ve had Michael McCartney to thank for those. But finding the right title for this final book was no easy feat. In fact, my editor and I had been going back and forth, when my brilliant cover designer, Michael McCartney, who happens to be a linguist as well, threw out the idea: The Offering. And just like his gorgeous covers, it fit this book perfectly . . . so thank you, Michael.
Also, because I love those covers so much, I have to give a shout-out to Anna Þóra Alfredsdóttir and her wonderful photographer Ugla Hauksdóttir, who have done all the covers for this trilogy. I only have one word for you both: gorgeous!
Thanks, too, to Ruta Rimas, who has been amazing and a genius and everything else I have ever wanted in an editor for these books. She’s been fierce and tireless, and I cannot thank her enough! And for everyone at S&S/McElderry Books, you guys are truly, truly, truly awesome! Thank you all for letting me tell Charlie’s story.
To Taryn Fagerness, who has been a genius at putting my books in the hands of overseas publishers, and to my foreign publishers, who have been crazy supportive—I love you all! To Laura Rennert, who has been my champion from day one, never flinching even when I might have wanted to flinch—thanks for being the best agent in the business. And thank you to Alicia Gordon, Ashley Fox, and Erin Conroy at WME because, well, you know what you do.
And no writer can do this job without friends and family who learn, and hopefully tolerate, the strange patterns of a writer’s life. So to all of you who’ve seen me in my pajamas in the middle of the day (you know who you are!), and have accepted that I may (or may not) call you back in a week because the voices in my head have taken over, and who don’t mind that I stare off into space in the middle of a meal . . . thank you! I really do love you most of all!
PART I
prologue
Unflinching, the executioner stood on the bloodstained floor facing the prison cells as he wielded an axe with a razor-sharp blade.
What’s the matter, darling? You’re not having second thoughts, are you?
a woman’s voice crooned amidst the barbaric scene—the cavernous surroundings, with bars and cells, and echoing all around them the desperate pleas of prisoners begging for their lives.
Niko straightened, shifting his gaze away from the executioner. He tried to shake off any last-minute qualms the beautiful but treacherous queen might be able to sense coming from him. Her gossamer green gown was inappropriate for the occasion, as if she’d dressed for a ball rather than a slaughter. But that was typical, he’d come to learn. She was as frivolous as she was deadly.
Of course not. How could I possibly have any doubts? If we don’t do this, we’ll never be able to convince Queen Charlaina that we’re to be taken seriously.
He matched her expression, wicked smile for wicked smile, hoping she felt half the anticipation he did beating through his veins.
The sound of shackles and the rumble of an approaching scuffle made it clear that Xander was nearing them. Niko was a fool if he expected Xander to go down without a fight.
A part of Niko wanted to skulk back into the shadows. To hide where Xander wouldn’t be able to see him, so Xander wouldn’t know that it was he who’d betrayed him.
After all, Charlie had sent the two of them to make peace with the Astonian queen. To find a way to come to agreeable terms with Queen Elena so that no one—on either side of the border—would come to harm.
Yet here he was, making his own bargains. Ones that would keep him safe forever. Ones that would, hopefully, bring him and Sabara back together again.
Even if it meant sacrificing those around him.
Niko.
Xander spat his name when he saw him standing at Elena’s side. Her hand was draped possessively over his. "You . . . you traitor, he snarled, curling his lip.
And you. He turned his silver eyes on Elena then.
How could you let this . . . this coward convince you of anything? Are you so weak of will? Don’t you see he’s only using you?"
Niko stiffened, wondering just how much Xander knew about him. About his history—and how far back he and Sabara, the old Ludanian queen, really went. About how long he’d been alive.
But Xander continued as he thrashed against his chains and the guards on either side of him. I trusted you. You said if my revolutionaries joined forces with you to overthrow Sabara, Ludania would have peace with Astonia. Have you no conscience?
he shrieked at the queen with whom he’d come all this way to negotiate. I thought we were friends.
Her grip tightened, and with it her resolve. She drew Niko along with her, forcing him out of the shadows, until they were standing face-to-face with Xander, watching him resist, like an animal caged. The guards shoved him to his knees and forced him to kneel before her. I suppose that was your first mistake, then,
she answered in a voice so devoid of emotion, it made Niko shudder inwardly. "Because I most certainly do not have friends." She gave a signal to the man in the executioner’s mask—a black leather covering that exposed only his mouth and his unsympathetic eyes.
The two guards dragged Xander toward a small, round opening in the stone floor, a hole through which blood could easily drain away to the sewers. They, along with two others who’d appeared, pinned him to the ground while he continued to writhe and scream. They waited until he was too weary to fight any longer, until he had no other option but to accept this fate he’d been handed.
Then the executioner raised his blade.
Niko would have closed his eyes, if those of Elena hadn’t been observing him as keenly as they were watching the scene unfolding before her. Unlike Niko, she had no interest in turning away. She seemed to relish the moment.
When the axe fell and the sharp crack of metal struck stone beneath, Niko felt the slightest jerk from beside him. But when he turned his gaze on her, he saw that she was frowning at the hem of her gown rather than at the grisly view at her feet.
Will you look at that,
she said, and clucked, craning her neck to get a better look, and ignoring everything else going on around her. He got blood on my new dress.
She shook her head and turned her attention back to Niko. A smile replaced the frown. Her look spoke nothing of the horrors they’d witnessed or the defiling of her gown. Her entire demeanor shifted into something else as her hand slid from his wrist and moved up his arm to his chest, her fingertips finding their way along the ridges of his still tensed muscles. Come, love. Let’s go back to bed,
she purred. "I need to get this mess off me. Besides, I have other things I’d like to show you."
He obeyed numbly, allowing the queen of Astonia to pull him along, back through the corridors and along the cobbled stones until they reached her opulent—if somewhat overdone—bedroom, where she dragged him back into her bed. He wondered if he’d ever be able to purge from his memory the image of what he’d just witnessed.
Or forget the sound of Xander’s screams.
i
My lips stretched into a tight smile as I made my way to the front of the congregation of stone-faced officials who’d gathered in the crowded meeting room. Everyone stood when I entered, and I tried my best to appear calm, but my heart was racing as I looked out at all the intense expressions of the people watching me, judging me.
At any other time I might’ve explained my reaction away as nerves, but not today. Today I had something to prove.
I needed to show them that all the changes I’d been leading us toward, all we’d sacrificed, had been for the best. That today we would make progress.
That I hadn’t made a colossal mistake in risking so much on one venture.
My gaze slid to the transmitter on the table in front of me, where it sat, still and silent. It was hard to imagine that something so bland-looking might possibly change everything.
I took my seat and waited apprehensively while everyone else in the room took theirs. Several moments ticked by, during which I could feel the weight of their misgivings searching me out, settling over me like a heavy blanket. I explored their faces, too, careful not to fix on any one for too long. I picked out certain features and tried to guess which region each council member might hail from, a game to kill time and distract my thoughts. A man with leathered skin might have been a farmer, or possibly a builder who’d spent many years laboring beneath a baking sun. I thought he might have been from the eastern region, where grains were plentiful. Another woman with perfectly coifed hair made me think of a large metropolitan area. From right here in the Capitol perhaps, or possibly from 3E, which had been recently renamed Charletown, now that cities were allowed to have names of their own. There was another man who had a distractingly bulbous nose, which had nothing at all to do with either region or occupation but caught my attention nonetheless. My cheeks heated when I realized he’d caught me staring for too long.
From outside, even through the closed windows, I could hear the people gathering on the streets below us, both allies and opponents, all awaiting word of the success, or failure, of our . . . experiment.
A thousand worries spun through my mind. A thousand reasons why everything could go wrong on the other end.
What if Aron hadn’t made it to his destination? Or what if he had but work hadn’t been completed on time?
Worse yet, what if those engineers and designers who’d said our project was impossible had been right after all? What if the lines were irreparable?
But if all that were true, if the lines were too faulty to fix, wouldn’t we have learned as much before now? Wouldn’t someone have told us so—at some point before I’d left the palace to stand facing a hundred administrators from different districts and boroughs around the country awaiting our very first message?
Suddenly the walls of Capitol Hall felt too close, and the ceiling far too low. I was suffocating.
Give it time,
Max assured from beside me.
I turned to Brooklynn, who stood near the entrance in her crisp black uniform, searching the room for the slightest sign of trouble. I hoped in vain that she might offer me the same sort of encouragement Max had. A smile or a nod. Even one of her hallmark winks. But she never even glanced my way.
Nothing much had changed between us over the past months, since we’d returned from the summit at Vannova. Not since that fateful moment when I’d killed her father.
She still couldn’t forgive me for what I’d done.
So I’d spent my time since then focused on Ludania instead, and what I could do to improve my country’s future.
Which meant going back in time, it seemed.
Funny, how things worked. Sabara hadn’t just stunted our country; she’d turned back the hands of time for us. There was a time when Ludania had been considered progressive in the eyes of the world. A leader in both technology and strategy.
Yet Sabara had managed to strip us of those advances when she’d taken the throne. Where Ludania had been making strides in the fields of medicine, manufacturing, transportation, and trade, Sabara had halted all that. She’d stopped production in everything but the basics, putting an embargo on all trade into and out of Ludania, demanding that her citizens learn to be self-sufficient.
Then she’d cut all manner of modern communication, even within the borders of our own country. Because with communication came power. And Sabara would never risk allowing anyone to be more powerful than herself.
And despite her efforts to maintain her own power by moving forward, jumping from body to body, Sabara feared change. The real Sabara—whose name wasn’t Sabara at all—yearned to go back to another time, another era, when it was just her and Niko.
When they were together.
I couldn’t afford to look back. I’d decided that reestablishing those once-forbidden forms of communication was the key to our salvation. And that was where I’d decided to focus my first efforts toward reinstating Ludania as a world force.
There was a part of me, one I didn’t dare give voice to, that clung to the desperate hope that maybe this resurrected form of communication might somehow restore peace between Ludania and Astonia. That Queen Elena might listen to reason, if only I could have the opportunity to reason with her, leader to leader.
I knew it was foolish, but I couldn’t help myself. The idea of going to war, even on the heels of the assassination attempt the other queen had spearheaded, made my chest ache.
There would be too much loss. Too many lives on the line.
Always the fool, Sabara whispered within me. Technology isn’t the solution. Communication, in the wrong hands, is a weapon in its own right.
I bit my lip, tasting blood as I struggled to keep Sabara’s mounting objections at bay. Her caustic voice burned like acid in my own throat, her words trying to find their way to my lips.
She was wrong. Communication was the key.
My plan would be implemented in stages. We would start by reopening communication ports in the major cities first, starting with Charletown and 11South—a city that still struggled to find the right name for itself. Next the train depots would be outfitted, since it only made sense that word could spread most quickly from there. Eventually we’d have the entire country wired, in some form or another.
The venture would be expensive but, in my estimation, worth the cost.
Or so I hoped.
Even if it works, you’ll only be giving those who plot against you the tools they need to destroy you.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I pounded my fist on the conference table. Shut up! I shouted back at her from inside my head.
But she wasn’t the one staring at me when I opened my eyes once more. It was the delegates from regions all across Ludania. And it was Max and Brook and Zafir, too.
I frowned, pretending it was nerves as I turned my attention back to the small, black receiver sitting on the tabletop in front of me. I swallowed a lump of worry as we all waited for something to happen, and I wondered if possibly we weren’t using the device correctly. If maybe we were meant to do something on our end to make it work.
Every eye in the country was watching me on this one. I’d seen the articles in the periodicals. And even now I could hear the doubt trickling in from the streets outside.
I glanced at the woman seated beside me, the engineer in charge of the entire operation, asking her silently with my raised eyebrows the same question I’d asked her a hundred times already: Are you sure this will work?
The tightening of her painted red lips was all the response she offered me, the same terse answer she’d given me whenever I’d finally exceeded her capacity to be kind with my uncertainty. I’m positive. Your Majesty.
Still, I couldn’t help myself, and my hand slipped from my lap and moved toward the device. I wasn’t sure what I meant to do, since I wasn’t certain how to work the thing myself. But my hand hovered there, my heart beating in my throat until it felt like I might choke. I could see my reflection staring back at me in the polished black surface, distorting my features and making me look the way I felt in that moment . . . like a caricature of a real queen.
Someone who had no idea what she was doing.
And for the millionth time I wondered if Sabara hadn’t been right all along.
Inside me I could sense her satisfaction. Smug and filling me with self-doubt.
Stop it, I warned her, hating the ease with which the two of us could communicate. Hating that she could turn me against myself in that manner, make me question myself so easily. It will work. It has to.
I swallowed another wave of doubt, wondering if this doubt was real or if it was Sabara’s doing, even as my mouth went bone dry. All around me the crowd grew restless. Chairs shifted and voices murmured, low and rumbling and skeptical.
My misgivings became tangible, like smoke, making it hard to breathe.
Then something happened that made all of us freeze, and caused a collective gasp.
Beneath my fingertips, which were still hovering expectantly, the receiver crackled to life.
I’d been told what to expect: the thing would make a buzzing noise. That’s how we’d know if someone was trying to send a message.
But when the sound arose, it was more like a hum. And it was the sweetest, most glorious hum I’d heard in all my years. One quick significant vibration followed immediately by silence.
I turned to Carolina—the engineer beside me—once more.
Now she was the one raising her eyebrows, as if she were startled by the turn of events. As if she’d never really expected this to work at all. I . . . guess . . . we . . . push it,
she said, and then nodded, trying to appear decisive as she indicated my hand, which was still poised above a button on the transmitter.
The buzz-hum sounded again, reminding us all that whoever was on the other end was still awaiting our response.
I grinned out at the delegates who’d gathered for this occasion, absorbing the moment and taking in their dubious expressions as I let my finger drop firmly and satisfyingly onto the button.
I sat there for a moment, waiting for something more to happen now that I’d done my part, but all I heard was the crackling of static. It was exactly like the static we used to hear when Sabara still ruled and the loudspeakers in the street would repeat daily recorded messages, reminding us to be diligent citizens, or to report our neighbors for suspected wrongdoings, or for immigrants to report to Capitol Hall to be registered.
I could feel the delegates’ eyes fall upon me while I continued to stare at the box in front of me.
IS ANYONE THERE?
I jumped back. The voice that boomed through the speaker on the table was altogether too loud, and instinctively my hands flew up to my ears to muffle the sound. But just as quickly I lowered them, reveling in the fact that the voice had been so clear and vibrant from so far, far away.
Wonder and awe filled me all at once, and I heard a small giggle escape my lips. Aron?
I asked through another bubble of laughter. Is that you?
But I knew it was him. He’d been gone for three weeks, and the only messages we’d received had been the ones he’d sent by courier, assuring us he’d be ready on time.
I’d been terrified to trust him . . . and now tears sprang to my eyes.
Within me Sabara withdrew, as her doubt was crushed by my hope.
IS BROOK WITH YOU?
His voice was still painfully loud, but I hardly cared.
I looked out to where several of the delegates were standing now, unable to mask their amazement at the feat we’d accomplished—bringing dead technology back to life. I searched past them, trying to find