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- KurzbeschreibungA New York Times bestseller!<br>What was once the western United States is now home to the Republic, a nation perpetually at war with its neighbors. Born into an elite family in one of the Republic's wealthiest districts, fifteen-year-old June is a prodigy being groomed for success in the Republic's highest military circles. Born into the slums, fifteen-year-old Day is the country's most wanted criminal. But his motives may not be as malicious as they seem.<br>From very different worlds, June and Day have no reason to cross paths - until the day June's brother, Metias, is murdered and Day becomes the prime suspect. Caught in the ultimate game of cat and mouse, Day is in a race for his family's survival, while June seeks to avenge Metias's death. But in a shocking turn of events, the two uncover the truth of what has really brought them together, and the sinister lengths their country will go to keep its secrets.<br>Full of nonstop action, suspense, and romance, this novel is sure to move readers as much as it thrills.
- AutorMarie Lu
- VerlagG P Putnam
- FormatGebundene Ausgabe
- Seiten336 Seiten
- Gewicht431 g
- LeseprobeLOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA<br>REPUBLIC OF AMERICA<br>POPULATION: 20,174,282<br>PART ONE<br>THE BOY<br>WHO WALKS IN THE LIGHT<br>MY MOTHER THINKS I'M DEAD.<br>Obviously I'm not dead, but it's safer for her to think so.<br>At least twice a month, I see my Wanted poster flashed on the JumboTrons scattered throughout downtown Los Angeles. It looks out of place up there. Most of the pictures on the screens are of happy things: smiling children standing under a bright blue sky, tourists posing before the Golden Gate Ruins, Republic commercials in neon colors. There's also anti-Colonies propaganda. "The Colonies want our land," the ads declare. "They want what they don't have. Don't let them conquer your homes! Support the cause!"<br>Then there's my criminal report. It lights up the JumboTrons in all its multicolored glory:<br>WANTED BY THE REPUBLIC<br>FILE NO: 462178-3233 "DAY"<br>-------------------------------------<br>WANTED FOR ASSAULT, ARSON, THEFT, DESTRUCTION OF MILITARY PROPERTY, AND HINDERING THE WAR EFFORT 200,000 REPUBLIC NOTES FOR INFORMATION LEADING TO ARREST<br>They always have a different photo running alongside the report. One time it was a boy with glasses and a head full of thick copper curls. Another time it was a boy with black eyes and no hair at all. Sometimes I'm black, sometimes white, sometimes olive or brown or yellow or red or whatever else they can think of.<br>In other words, the Republic has no idea what I look like. They don't seem to know much of anything about me, except that I'm young and that when they run my fingerprints they don't find a match in their databases. That's why they hate me, why I'm not the most dangerous criminal in the country, but the most wanted. I make them look bad.<br>It's early evening, but it's already pitch-black outside, and the JumboTrons' reflections are visible in the street's puddles. I sit on a crumbling window ledge three stories up, hidden from view behind rusted steel beams. This used to be an apartment complex, but it's fallen into disrepair. Broken lanterns and glass shards litter the floor of this room, and paint is peeling from every wall. In one corner, an old portrait of the Elector Primo lies faceup on the ground. I wonder who used to live here-no one's cracked enough to let their portrait of the Elector sit discarded on the floor like that.<br>My hair, as usual, is tucked inside an old newsboy cap. My eyes are fixed on the small one-story house across the road. My hands fiddle with the pendant tied around my neck.<br>Tess leans against the room's other window, watching me closely. I'm restless tonight and, as always, she can sense it.<br>The plague has hit the Lake sector hard
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