ISBN: 9780312551377

By Ann Aguirre. I thought they were just stories. Nobody even lived to see forty in my world. Each one added a layer of fear, and this year, it was worse. I lived in an enclave in which o… More...

By Ann Aguirre. I thought they were just stories. Nobody even lived to see forty in my world. Each one added a layer of fear, and this year, it was worse. I lived in an enclave in which our oldest had seen twenty-five years. The Nile on eBay   FREE SHIPPING UK WIDE   Enclave by Ann Aguirre In a post-apocalyptic future, 15-year-old Deuce, a loyal Huntress, brings back meat while avoiding the Freaks outside her enclave. But when she is partnered with the mysterious outsider, Fade, she begins to see that the strict ways of the elders may be wrong&mdash;and dangerous. FORMATPaperback LANGUAGEEnglish CONDITIONBrand New Publisher Description New York City has been decimated by war and plague, and most of civilization has migrated to underground enclaves, where life expectancy is no more than the early 20s. When Deuce turns 15, she takes on her role as a Huntress, and is paired with Fade, a teenage Hunter who lived Topside as a young boy. When she and Fade discover that the neighboring enclave has been decimated by the tunnel monsters&mdash;or Freaks&mdash;who seem to be growing more organized, the elders refuse to listen to warnings. And when Deuce and Fade are exiled from the enclave, the girl born in darkness must survive in daylight, in the ruins of a city whose population has dwindled to a few dangerous gangs. As the two are guided by Fade&#039;s long-ago memories, they face dangers, and feelings, unlike any they&#039;ve ever known. Author Biography Ann Aguirre lives in Mexico. Review Quote This well-paced zombie-esque adventure in an urban wasteland will keep fans happy. Excerpt from Book ENCLAVE (Deuce) I was born during the second holocaust. People had told us legends of a time when human beings lived longer. I thought they were just stories. Nobody even lived to see forty in my world. Today was my birthday. Each one added a layer of fear, and this year, it was worse. I lived in an enclave in which our oldest had seen twenty-five years. His face was withered, and his fingers shook when he attempted the smallest tasks. Some whispered it would be a kindness to kill him, but they meant they didn't want to see their futures written in his skin. "Are you ready?" Twist stood waiting for me in the darkness. He already wore his marks; he was two years older than me, and if he'd survived the ritual, I could. Twist was small and frail by any standards; privation had cut runnels into his cheeks, aging him. I studied the pallor of my forearms and then nodded. It was time for me to become a woman. The tunnels were wide and laid with metal bars. We had found remnants of what might've been transportation, but they lay on their sides like great, dead beasts. We used them for emergency shelters sometimes. If a hunting party was attacked before it reached sanctuary, a heavy metal wall between them and hungry enemies made the difference between life and death. I had never been outside the enclave, of course. This space comprised the only world I'd ever known, cast in darkness and curling smoke. The walls were old, built of rectangular blocks. Once they had borne color but the years had worn them gray. Splashes of brightness came from items we scavenged from deeper in the warren. I followed Twist through the maze, my gaze touching on familiar objects. My favorite item was a picture of a girl on a white cloud. I couldn't make out what she was holding; that part had worn away. But the words in bright red, HEAVENLY HAM, looked wonderful to me. I wasn't sure what that was, but by her expression, it must have been very good. The enclave assembled on naming day, everyone who had survived to be named. We lost so many when they were young that we just called all the brats Boy or Girl, along with a number. Since our enclave was small-and dwindling-I recognized each face shadowed by the half-light. It was hard not to let the expectation of pain knot my stomach, along with the fear I would wind up with a terrible name that would cling to me until I died. Please let it be something good. The oldest, who carried the burden of the name Whitewall, walked to the center of the circle. He stopped before the fire, and its licking flame painted his skin in terrifying shades. With one hand, he beckoned me forward. Once I joined him, he spoke. "Let each Hunter bring forth his gift." The others carried their tokens and piled them at my feet. A mound of interesting items grew-and a few of them, I had no idea what purpose they might've served. Decoration, perhaps? People in the world before seemed obsessed with objects that existed simply to look pretty. I couldn't imagine such a thing. After they finished, Whitewall turned to me. "It's time." Silence fell. Cries echoed through the tunnels. Somewhere close by, somebody was suffering, but he wasn't old enough to attend my naming. We might lose another citizen before we finished here. Sickness and fever devastated us and our medicine man did more harm than good, it seemed to me. But I'd learned not to question his treatments. Here in the enclave, one didn't prosper by demonstrating too much independent thought. These rules permit us to survive, Whitewall would say. If you cannot abide by them, then you are free to see how you fare Topside. The eldest had a mean streak; I didn't know if he had always been that way, or if age had made him so. And now, he stood before me, ready to take my blood. Though I had never witnessed the ritual before, I knew what to expect. I extended my arms. The razor glinted in the firelight. It was our prized possession, and the oldest kept it clean and sharp. He made three jagged cuts on my left arm, and I held my pain until it coiled into a silent cry within me. I would not shame the enclave by weeping. He slashed my right arm before I could do more than brace. I clenched my teeth as hot blood trickled downward. Not too much. The cuts were shallow, symbolic. "Close your eyes," he said. I obeyed. He bent, spreading the gifts before me, and then grabbed my hand. His fingers were cold and thin. From whatever my blood struck, so would I take my name. With my eyes closed, I could hear the others breathing, but they were still and reverent. Movement rustled nearby. "Open your eyes and greet the world, Huntress. From this day forward, you will be called Deuce." I saw the oldest held a card. It was torn and stained, yellow with age. The back had a pretty red pattern and the front had what looked like a black shovel blade on it, along with the number two. It was also speckled with my blood, which meant I must keep it with me at all times. I took it from him with a murmur of thanks. Strange. No longer would I be known as Girl15. My new name would take some getting used to. The enclave dispersed. People offered me nods of respect as they went about their business. Now that the naming day ceremony was complete, there was still food to be hunted and supplies to be scavenged. Our work never ended. "You were very brave," Twist said. "Now let's take care of your arms." It was just as well we had no audience for this part because my courage failed. I wept when he put the hot metal to my skin. Six scars to prove I was tough enough to call myself Huntress. Other citizens received less; Builders got three scars. Breeders took only one. For as long as anyone could remember, the number of marks on the arms identified what role a citizen played. We could not permit the cuts to heal naturally for two reasons: They would not scar properly and infection might set in. Over the years, we had lost too many to the naming day ritual because they cried and begged; they couldn't bear the white-hot conclusion. Now Twist no longer paused at the sight of tears, and I was glad he didn't acknowledge them. I am Deuce. Tears spilled down my cheeks as the nerve endings died, but the scars appeared one by one, proclaiming my strength and my ability to weather whatever I found out in the tunnels. I had been training for this day my whole life; I could wield a knife or a club with equal proficiency. Every bite of food I ate that had been supplied by someone else, I consumed with the understanding it would be my turn someday to provide for the brats. That day had come. Girl15 was dead. Long live Deuce. * Details ISBN0312551371 Author Ann Aguirre Short Title ENCLAVE Publisher Square Fish Language English ISBN-10 0312551371 ISBN-13 9780312551377 Media Book Format Paperback DEWEY FIC Pages 288 Year 2012 Publication Date 2012-08-07 Audience Age 12-18 Series The Razorland Trilogy Series Number 1 Audience Children/Juvenile Imprint St Martin's Press Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2012-08-07 NZ Release Date 2012-08-07 US Release Date 2012-08-07 UK Release Date 2012-08-07 We've got thisAt The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it.With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! 30 DAY RETURN POLICYNo questions asked, 30 day returns! FREE DELIVERYNo matter where you are in the UK, delivery is free. 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[EAN: 9780312551377], New book, [PU: St Martin's Press, New York], Paperback. Ann Aguirre's thrilling young adult novel Enclave is the story of two young people in an apocalyptic world--f… More...

[EAN: 9780312551377], New book, [PU: St Martin's Press, New York], Paperback. Ann Aguirre's thrilling young adult novel Enclave is the story of two young people in an apocalyptic world--facing dangers, and feelings, unlike any they've ever known. New York City has been decimated by war and plague, and most of civilization has migrated to underground enclaves, where life expectancy is no more than the early 20's. When Deuce turns 15, she takes on her role as a Huntress, and is paired with Fade, a teenage Hunter who lived Topside as a young boy. When she and Fade discover that the neighboring enclave has been decimated by the tunnel monsters--or Freaks--who seem to be growing more organized, the elders refuse to listen to warnings. And when Deuce and Fade are exiled from the enclave, the girl born in darkness must survive in daylight--guided by Fade's long-ago memories--in the ruins of a city whose population has dwindled to a few dangerous gangs. In a post-apocalyptic future, 15-year-old Deuce, a loyal Huntress, brings back meat while avoiding the Freaks outside her enclave. But when she is partnered with the mysterious outsider, Fade, she begins to see that the strict ways of the elders may be wrong--and dangerous. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability., Books<

ISBN: 9780312551377

Ann Aguirre's thrilling young adult novel Enclave is the story of two young people in an apocalyptic world--facing dangers, and feelings, unlike any they've ever known. New York City has … More...

Ann Aguirre's thrilling young adult novel Enclave is the story of two young people in an apocalyptic world--facing dangers, and feelings, unlike any they've ever known. New York City has been decimated by war and plague, and most of civilization has migrated to underground enclaves, where life expectancy is no more than the early 20's. When Deuce turns 15, she takes on her role as a Huntress, and is paired with Fade, a teenage Hunter who lived Topside as a young boy. When she and Fade discover that the neighboring enclave has been decimated by the tunnel monsters--or Freaks--who seem to be growing more organized, the elders refuse to listen to warnings. And when Deuce and Fade are exiled from the enclave, the girl born in darkness must survive in daylight--guided by Fade's long-ago memories--in the ruins of a city whose population has dwindled to a few dangerous gangs. Bücher > Fremdsprachige Bücher > Englische Bücher > Kinder- & Jugendbücher > Jugendbücher;Bücher > Fremdsprachige Bücher > Englische Bücher > Fantasy & Science Fiction 21.5 cm x 14.1 cm x 2.8 cm mm , Macmillan US, Taschenbuch, Macmillan US<