Nameless
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Jennifer Jenkins
Jennifer Jenkins is an experienced author who specializes in young-adult fantasy. With degrees in history and secondary education, she had every intention of teaching teens to love George Washington and ancient Sparta...until she fell in love with writing. The co-founder of Teen Author Boot Camp, she divides her time between reading, writing music, and taking spontaneous trips. For more information, visit authorjenniferjenkins.com.
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Review courtesy of Dark Faerie TalesQuick & Dirty: Amazing fantasy read that will leave you breathless and with the worst book hangover! If you are a YA fantasy lover you need to pick this one up!Opening Sentence: Zo couldn’t remember a time when she didn’t fear the Ram.The Review:The Kodiak, the Raven, the Wolf, and the Ram are four clans that have been at war with each other for hundreds of years! The Ram have proven themselves to be the dominating race by teaching their clan members to be brutal warriors. The other three clans have decided to finally join together to try to take down the Rams!Zo is a member of the Wolf clan and she has volunteered to infiltrate the Ram city by becoming a slave. She knows that her chances of survival are slim to none, but she had to do something to revenge her parents who were murdered during a Ram raid. She has come to terms with the fact that she will most likely not ever leave the Ram city alive, but circumstances change when her eight year old sister follows her into the city. Zo has to change her plans and help comes from those she least expect. Zo never suspected she would meet a Ram that would have an actual soul. One that is honorable and helps her even though she is the enemy! Maybe there is hope for this suicidal mission after all.Gryphon is one of the best soldiers in the Ram army. He has had to work extremely hard to prove himself after the disgrace of his father. Growing up in the Ram clan is brutal but it has made them a superior race or at least that is what they are taught to believe. But the more Tristan immerses into the ways if the Ram the more he is torn between staying loyal to his people and following his own heart! Things really start to change when he meets Zo, a nameless healer that is more then she seems. Will Gryphon have the courage to do the right thing even if it deems him a traitor?Zo is an amazing heroine that I instantly loved. She is smart, brave, loyal, caring, and witty. Volunteering for her mission is extremely dangerous, but the information she will be collecting is priceless to her people. She gladly risks her life to help others and that made me really respect her. She isn’t afraid to take chances and do whatever it takes to fulfill her mission. She makes mistakes along her journey, but she owns them and tries to make amends if she can. I found her very easy to connect with and I can’t wait to read more of her story.I am madly in love with Gryphon. He is loyal, kind, intelligent, and gorgeous!!! He is an amazing solider and he cares deeply for his clan. His loyalty runs very deep, but he doesn’t hesitate to do the right thing, even if it means he is betraying his people. He’s not one of those people that makes rash decisions, he thinks things through and does what he thinks is best no matter what the consequences are. His relationship with Zo is sweet and slow burning. Even though they are enemies they learn to trust each other and they bring out the best in each other! Gryphon has quickly climbed the charts as one of my favorite book boys!Nameless destroyed me in the best way possible. Do you ever get that nervous feeling where it seems like butterflies are fluttering around inside of your stomach? I felt like that the entire time I was reading this book!! I almost had an anxiety attack because I was so attached to the characters and I was worried some of my favorites were going to meet their untimely demise! I loved that the book was told from a dual POV. Both Gryphon and Zo had a unique story to tell and it added great depth to the story. The romance was subtle, but written beautifully. The plot was very intriguing and the pacing was spot on. I loved the entire cast of characters, every single one of them added to the story. Then there is the killer ending that left me dying to see what happens next. If you can’t tell from all my flailing, I LOVED this book and it has definitely been one of the best books I have read this year! Trust me when I say you should pre-order it, add it to your TBR, request it from your library, do whatever you have to do to get this book in your hands because if you are a YA fantasy fan like me you need this book in your life!Notable Scene:Gryphon kept his eye trained on the prisoner as he took the length of rope. The pain from his shoulder streaked through his whole body, pulsing and terrible, but he didn’t show his enemy weakness.Blood dripped from the Wolf’s nose onto his lips and chin. He didn’t seem to be any older than Gryphon. One eye was swollen shut. A deep gash ran from cheek to chin. He stood tall, looking Gryphon in the eyes.Gryphon couldn’t help but be impressed.It was a shame the Wolf had to die.FTC Advisory: Month9Books provided me with a copy of Nameless. No goody bags, sponsorships, “material connections,” or bribes were exchanged for my review.
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Nameless - Jennifer Jenkins
Chapter 1
Zo couldn’t remember a time when she didn’t fear the Ram. Even after the raid, when so much of her fear had turned to hate, the fear still existed beneath. It was a foundation that she came to rely upon. A constant.
Sleeping under a fir tree so close to Ram’s Gate went against her very nature. While her body revolted, she couldn’t think of a more appropriate place to be. Zo choked down the beastly fear clawing its way up her throat and smiled like this was just another assignment. It’s time, Gabe.
Her guard, Gabe, rested on soggy pine needles beside her. His hands were tucked behind his shaggy blond head, eyes closed in feigned sleep. He used to lay like that, with his arms arrogantly thrown back and his chest puffed out like he owned the world, when they were kids. The river would rush by carrying rumors of starving clans and battles lost—heartache that pulled tight strings of tension throughout Zo’s body—while Gabe just laid back and chewed on a grass root.
Today, Gabe’s pretend-sleep didn’t fool Zo any more than it ever had. They both knew he hadn’t slept soundly since they’d left the Allied Camp a week ago. With eyes still closed, Gabe frowned as Zo left the protection of his side to bundle her bedroll. She crawled out from under the skirt of the enormous fir tree. Its sweeping limbs that kissed the uneven ground had kept them as safe as one could be in this godforsaken region. Behind her, Gabe growled impatiently as he gathered his things to follow.
There’s no need to rush this.
He pushed the branch aside and threw out his pack with more force than necessary. Zo flinched, not used to seeing her childhood friend angry.
You didn’t wake me for my watch again,
said Zo, unsurprised. Ever since they’d left the Allies, Gabe had been insanely overprotective.
You need your sleep.
And you don’t?
Gabe sighed and scooped a blob of mud from the newly thawed earth. He frowned and smeared it along the curved planes of Zo’s face and neck. The cool mud felt surprisingly comforting, but it could have just been Gabe’s touch. His capable hands shook while lines of worry deepened across his brow.
This won’t work.
He stopped and cupped his muddy hand at the base of her neck, his blue eyes pleading. You’re too pretty. A little mud can’t change that.
Zo yanked on the sleeve of her shirt until the seam split then ripped and frayed the cuff of her pant legs. Young, unarmed women just didn’t go on casual strolls through the perilous hills of the Ram. Commander Laden said she needed to look desperate if she wanted them to believe her story. Her lie.
As if looking desperate is hard, Zo thought.
Gabe stood a full head taller than Zo. Despite his large frame, he could outrun a jackrabbit and his mind was just as quick. A valuable weapon for the Allies. But with all of his abilities, he was not the one walking into the lion’s den this morning.
He untwisted the strap of Zo’s medical satchel and let out a long breath before dropping his hands to his sides.
I’ll miss you,
said Zo. Her voice carried the mechanical cadence she’d adopted several years ago. A small part of her—the part that wasn’t dead—hated disappointing Gabe. He’d done so much for her and her little sister, Tess, since they’d journeyed from the Valley of Wolves to live with Commander Laden and the Allies.
Thinking of her wild, eight-year-old sister brought a temporary smile to Zo’s muddied face. She couldn’t think of Tess and not imagine her tromping through the forest trying to catch squirrels and sneak up on rabbits. It was her second favorite thing to do, next to following Zo around the Allied Camp. The little tick wouldn’t take her absence well. Zo had left a note and arranged for her care, but that didn’t mean the kid wouldn’t be furious.
Gabe pressed his cold hands to Zo’s face and forced her to look at him. Come back with me, Zo. Let Commander Laden send someone else. Someone with less to lose.
We’re not doing this again.
Zo pulled away. She had begged for this mission, and she would see it through. No matter what the cost. The Allies desperately needed information that only she could provide, if they hoped to defeat the most powerful military force in the region.
Gabe’s hands curled into fists. His voice rose to carry over the wind that whipped his unruly hair. Entering Ram’s Gate is suicide! We don’t even know if you can get the information Laden’s after.
The truth was far worse than Gabe could possibly know. He hadn’t heard what life would be like inside the Gate. They would eventually discover her, and once they did, they’d kill her. Plain and simple.
There were worse things a person could endure.
She’d do anything for the Cause.
Goodbye, Gabe.
She kissed his frozen, whiskered cheek.
His hand clamped down on Zo’s wrist and he yanked her into a fierce embrace. I’ll be close, waiting to help you escape the minute you send word.
He smoothed down her wild, dark hair. I’ll find a way to keep you safe, Zo. I swear it.
Zo forced a hollow smile, for Gabe’s sake. Look after Tess. Tell her I’m doing this for her. Tell her I’m doing it for our parents.
She left Gabe standing frozen in the low light of morning.
After a hard climb, Zo reached the towering wall of Ram’s Gate. The wall was comprised of redwood logs at least four feet in diameter and fifty feet tall, bound together with heavy rope and shaved to a point at the top. Black tar and broken glass glimmered along the high rim of the wall to discourage clans foolish enough to attack, and souls brave enough to dare escape.
Zo looked right and left and saw no end to the wall through the thick maze of aspen and evergreens. From her training with Commander Laden, she knew the giant wall ran for miles in each direction until it reached the cliffs that dropped off to the freezing ocean below. Inside the wall were hundreds of acres of farmlands, mountainous forests, and enough homes to house thousands of Ram and the slaves they called Nameless.
Calmer than a sane person should be, Zo dropped to her knees in the shadow of the ominous wall. Knowing these might be the last free moments of her life, she allowed herself to think about things that were normally buried deep within her. The memory of her mother’s soft skin. The safety of her father’s smile. Tess’ dimples and her eagerness to please, despite her stubborn ways.
The moment was as sweet as it was brief. But it was hers.
Deep-voiced drums boomed and the enormous gate rose inch by inch. Men shouted orders and whips cracked. Through the gap of the slow-rising gate she saw at least forty men in tattered animal hides with harnesses on their backs. They slipped through mud while struggling to turn a giant wheel connected to a thick chain to raise the gate.
The Nameless. The Ram had kept slaves for hundreds of years, some were captured, others came willingly, while most were born into the lowly title.
Instinct told her to run, but fear and determination kept her frozen in place. She locked the people she loved back into the cage that was her heart and prepared to face her enemy.
Zo pressed her nose into the icy mud in a show of submission. The drums ceased and the silence echoed in her chest like a painful heartbeat.
The metal of short swords clinked against armor as men approached. She peeked up to sight of a bald leader walking ahead of a wall of six soldiers. His cold eyes seemed too big for his head, protuberant like those of a frog.
Get up,
the leader commanded.
Zo climbed to her feet but kept her gaze focused on the man’s fur-lined boots.
State your name and clan,
he ordered.
I am from the family Shaw of the Kodiak Clan,
Zo said, hoping her accent would pass. The Ram had raided one of the Kodiak settlements a few weeks earlier. Many of the women and children whose husbands had died in the raid would come to the Gate, choosing to offer themselves as slaves over watching their children starve to death.
The leader circled her. Age?
Seventeen.
A few of the guards in the line exchanged words. One laughed under his breath.
You’re too thin to claim the Kodiak as your clan. Your jaw is more square than round.
The sound of a young girl’s scream saved Zo from having to answer.
Let me go! You’re hurting me!
the girl cried.
Zo froze. It couldn’t be …
A guard dressed in full armor carried the kicking child up the muddy hill and dropped her at the bald leader’s feet.
Zo’s whole body went rigid as her eight-year-old sister, Tess, scrambled up to hug her. I’m so sorry,
Tess cried. She must have secretly followed them from the Allies, though how she survived the dangerous journey unnoticed was beyond Zo.
Tess, I thought I’d lost you,
Zo stammered. She hoped her shock registered as relief instead of panic. Don’t say a word,
Zo whispered in her ear as they embraced.
Who is this child?
the frog-eyed leader asked.
She is my sister, sir. We were separated. She found me.
Clearly.
He circled the girls once more then reached out and grabbed Zo by the throat, forcing her to the ground on her back. His lips brushed her cheek as he spoke. How do I know you’re not a stinking Wolf? That you’re not feeding me some story?
His breath reeked of stale cabbage and rotten sausage.
Zo’s heels dug small trenches in the mud as she struggled against the hand tightening around her throat. Black dots invaded her vision.
The leader smiled and licked his lips as if she were his next meal. We don’t allow Wolves through the Gate.
A string of spittle escaped his lips and landed on her cheek. Ever.
He released his grip and Zo gasped for air.
Tess rushed to Zo’s side, her eyes wet with tears.
With all of the clans mixing, it’s getting harder and harder to sort the wheat from the tares. I can’t take any chances …
He shrugged and nodded to his guard. The men moved in, pulling the sisters apart. Tess let out a shrill cry. A guard struck her tiny cheek.
Please!
Zo fought against firm hands digging into her arms. I come from three generations of healers. My sister is learning too. We beg the mercy of the Ram, and pledge our lives to your service!
The Gate Master held up a hand, and his men threw Zo to the ground. His round, glassy eyes stayed fixed on her as he grunted a soft command to one of his men. The soldier nodded, bowed, and ran back through the Gate.
A healer, you say?
The corner of his lip pulled up to reveal rotting teeth as he smiled. We’ll see about that.
Chapter 2
The cold air traveling over Zo’s skin smelled strangely mineral. She walked blindfolded with Tess in her arms, and the tip of a spear at her back. She memorized the turns as they prodded her forward, knowing it would do little to help if she couldn’t pass whatever trial the Ram leader had in store. The path sloped down and the moist air grew colder. Her foot caught on a rock and Zo fell to her knees, sending Tess flying into the darkness. Hands grabbed Zo’s collar and hoisted her back to her feet.
Carry the small one,
the leader ordered.
Zo?
Tess’ voice cracked, weak and distant.
I’m here,
said Zo, straining to see through the blindfold. She didn’t want her sister to say more. Her accent might betray them both.
The ground leveled beneath them, and a guard yanked off the blindfold, taking a chunk of Zo’s dark hair with it. She didn’t cry out.
They couldn’t hurt her.
She looked at the limp form of her sister in the arms of a bare-chested Ram guard and crumbled at the contradiction. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. If only Tess hadn’t followed. If only …
Guards lined the opposite wall. Shadows from the torchlight made the scowls on their faces all the more sinister. Each carried a round shield at his back, a spear in hand, and a short sword at his hip.
A redheaded boy lay on a narrow bed in the center of the room silently weeping. His body was long, but judging from his young face, he couldn’t have been much older than twelve or thirteen. The deep wound just above his hip swam in dark red blood. He whimpered while biting down on a stick.
Zo didn’t ask questions. I need blankets!
she yelled, as she washed her hands in a basin of scalding water. With pulsing, red hands, she took a stack of linens from a supply table and pressed it to the wound. The boy kicked and jostled.
Hold him down or he’ll bleed out!
shouted Zo.
No one moved.
Two women in white robes came in through a different tunnel entrance carrying woolen blankets. When they saw Zo, they froze.
Help me!
Zo snatched the blankets from their hands and rolled the boy onto his side. Lifting his legs, she wedged blanket rolls under his good hip. The redheaded boy cried out in pain but Zo needed to keep the wound above his heart. She wrapped a bandage around his trunk, keeping as much pressure on the open wound as possible.
The boy’s skin turned alabaster from blood loss. Zo yanked more blankets from the hands of the women, covered him up, and rubbed warmth into his arms and legs while muttering the words of one of her mother’s blessings. Hold as still as you can,
she whispered into his ear. You’re going to be fine. I promise.
Zo approached the intimidating line of Ram soldiers. Each wore animal hide trimmed with fur. Thick leather straps crisscrossed their chests housing a variety of evil-looking weapons. Where is my pack? It has the medicines I need.
The men barely moved, barely blinked, with hands clasped behind their backs like dangerous statues of unfeeling.
The bald leader shook his head. A taunting, wicked, grin stretched across his face. Tess whimpered from one of the dark corners of the cave. Water dripped from the jagged, rock ceiling. The quiet symphony of sounds and silence contrasted with Zo’s rapidly beating heart.
She swore and darted to the opposite wall where the healers stood just as still and lifeless. Do you have any pseudo ginseng root?
The aging healer looked over to the Gate Master, shook his head, and looked down at his hands.
So they would put this boy’s life in danger just to see if she would fail?
I shouldn’t be surprised.
Zo ran back to the steaming water and plunged four inches of her long braid into the basin. Sweat dripped from her forehead. She scrubbed the crusted mud from her hair and went to the closest soldier, holding out the dark braid. Cut it,
she said.
His gaze swept over her body before fixing on her face. His lips curled into a crooked grin.
She hated when men looked at her that way.
Cut it!
she yelled, eyeing the knife at his hip, wondering if she had any chance of taking it from him without meeting a quick death.
A young soldier to his left stepped out of rank. His long dark hair was tucked behind his ears, his brows knit together and a muscle in his neck leapt as he frowned. The unexpected flash of his dagger made Zo scream. A small segment of her braid dropped to the ground and the young soldier took his place back in line, ignoring the disapproving scorn of the Ram leader.
Zo gasped as she snatched up the braid. She stumbled over to the sink again to rinse the hair one final time to prevent infection. Convinced the hair was clean, she darted back to the boy and removed the crimson-soaked dressing from the wound. The blood had slowed, but not enough. He’d die if this didn’t work.
She shoved the hair into the wound and piled the excess on top.
The boy screamed then passed out.
Zo placed her hands over the mound of hair and uttered words of healing. The flame of her energy flickered as she willed the blessing to take effect. Her head swayed without permission as she reapplied a bandage.
When Zo finished, she slumped to the floor before they carried her and Tess away.
Joshua’s dried blood tugged on Gryphon’s arm. A deathly plaster, equal parts unforgiving and taunting. He scratched away at the memory of the ambush, the way young Joshua’s eyes doubled in size when the arrow entered his side. It was Gryphon’s fault. He’d let the kid come with his mess unit against his better judgment.
It was his fault.
Gryphon took the mountain trail home from the caves. He attacked the climb like he would any enemy. After the first mile his legs warmed. After the second they burned. He welcomed the dull pain creeping through his fatigued muscles. Pain equaled progress. With enough pain he might outpace his grief.
Joshua.
Gryphon sprinted the last hundred yards of the climb. The wind picked up as he reached the summit overlooking the ocean below. High waves crashed into the cliff wall. An arctic spray carried on the breeze, stinging Gryphon’s eyes.
He turned and showed the ocean his back, casting his gaze over the valley of the Ram. Wind whipped his dark brown hair and made the metal of his weapons clink together. From this view he could see far beyond the training grounds and housing complexes, past the fields where hundreds of Nameless bent over acres of dying soil. Even beyond the fabled wall of Ram’s Gate that corralled the vast lands of his people.
He felt powerful. In control.
Not like this morning when he couldn’t slow Joshua’s bleeding.
The twenty members of Gryphon’s mess unit were encouraged to sleep in the barracks, even though many of them were married men. Unity meant everything to a Ram mess unit. Gryphon abided this and every other command issued by his leaders with exactness. But tonight, the thought of facing his brothers of war with all their questions and condolences seemed too much.
No. Tonight he would hide behind the walls of his inheritance like a child hides behind his mother’s skirt.
The brick-and-plaster house sat back on a five-acre plot. It was one of the furthest family plots from the main gate and the center of town. A red sun dipped behind the towering wall of Ram’s Gate, casting an ominous glow around the house as Gryphon climbed the dirt path. The solid oak door whined with complaint as he nudged it open.
Who’s there?
Gryphon’s mother reached the entry with her arms and hands covered in white flour and her graying bun sitting at an angle on her head. She studied Gryphon and the corners of her mouth sank into the frown he’d come to associate with his childhood.
Wash the blood off your hands.
She retreated back to the kitchen without another word.
Gryphon leaned his long spear and shield against the wall and sloughed off his pack. He turned and noticed the rusted metal shield mounted above the hearth. His cheeks colored in shame. He looked away, but it didn’t stop the boiling wave of anger that always came when he looked at his father’s shield. The symbol of his family’s disgrace.
Despite Gryphon’s countless protests, his mother refused to take it down. It’s good to remember,
she would say. Then she’d go out into the forest where she thought no one could hear her and cry, rocking back and forth with her hands wrapped firmly about her stomach. As if she’d fall apart if she didn’t hold herself together.
No matter how hard he worked in the training field, that shield would always hang over his head. Always.
In the kitchen, Gryphon plunged his hands into a basin of water. As he scrubbed, the water turned the color of salmon flesh.
His mother kneaded her palm into a batch of dough with more force than necessary. She used her forearm to push aside a clump of silver hair that fell into her face. How many?
she asked with her back to him.
Gryphon couldn’t scrub his hands hard enough. One. We were ambushed.
His excursions used to be so boring. They used to go weeks without running into another clan, but lately …
Who?
His mother stood up straight, prepared to take the news like a strong Ram woman was meant to.
Joshua.
Gryphon felt his control slip. He chewed on his tongue until he could steel his emotions. Spear,
was all he trusted himself to say.
Joshua wasn’t a member of a mess unit yet. The System didn’t allow thirteen-year-olds to join. He had still been in training, but he’d begged to go, and Gryphon—his mentor—didn’t have the heart to turn him down.
Will he live?
she asked, kneading the dough again.
I …
Gryphon cleared his constricting throat, thinking of the dirty Nameless girl they’d let work on Joshua in the cave. I don’t think he will.
Chapter 3
Darkness. The room was quiet except for the dissonant sound of dripping water. Zo sat up from the stone floor and put a hand to her throbbing head. Her eyes burned. Her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth, giving a papery quality to the rotting smell of the cave.
Tess!
Zo crawled around, seeing mostly with her shaking hands. When she found another body beside her she choked on a sob of relief.
Tess, are you all right?
Zo moved her hand up to Tess’ face only to have it batted away.
My name is not Tess,
a boy said, his voice weak, yet strangely hard.
There was a girl with me. Do you know where she is?
Zo could hear the hysteria in her own words. The thought of Tess alone in this monstrous place was too much to bear.
Please!
she persisted.
The boy might have fallen back asleep. Zo couldn’t tell. She crawled until she felt another blanket and tried to wake a sleeping man. He wouldn’t stir. She moved to another. Then another. Tess wasn’t here. The words of the Gate Master rang in Zo’s ears.
"We don’t allow Wolves … Ever."
No clan could afford to refuse a healer, not even the Ram. But a healer’s little sister? Would they kill her? She forced the thought away and kept searching until every inch of the cavernous room was accounted for.
It didn’t take long to realize that Tess wasn’t among the sour-smelling men asleep on the floor. Zo crawled back to her blanket and hugged