About the book: Fallen Lauren Kate book. Author: Lauren Kate. Publisher: Delacorte Press. Publish date: September 28, ISBN Fallen Series by Lauren Kate. Fallen. Torment. Passion (6/14/). 2. Wolves of Mercy Falls Series by Maggie Stiefvater. Shiver. Linger. ALSO BY LAUREN KATE FALLEN This is a work of fiction. DOWNLOAD PDF . If the killing weren't necessary to ensure Luce's safety, to save her, Daniel.
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Once, the vision of that boat might have brought back a flood of memories. Is that what happened? And when I say free, Toddshe clamped a hand down on the freckled kids shoulder, making him jumpI mean gymnasium-bound to meet your preassigned student guides. Alyssa Wees. Arriane grabbed the Swiss Army knife back from Luce, pulled out the scissor tool, and handed it back.
You know him? Luce whispered, wondering. Dont remind me, Arriane said, dragging Luce out the door into the gray and swampy morning. The back of the main building let out onto a chipped sidewalk bordering a messy field.
The grass was so overgrown, it looked more like a vacant lot than a school commons, but a faded scoreboard and a small stack of wooden bleachers argued otherwise.
Beyond the commons lay four severe-looking buildings: This was it. Her whole world was reduced to the sorry sight before her eyes. Arriane immediately veered right off the path and led Luce to the field, sitting her down on top of one of the waterlogged wooden bleachers.
The corresponding setup at Dover had screamed Ivy League jock-in-training, so Luce had always avoided hanging out there. But this empty field, with its rusted, warped goals, told a very different story. One that wasnt as easy for Luce to figure out. Three turkey vultures swooped overhead, and a dismal wind whipped through the bare branches of the oak trees.
Luce ducked her chin down into her mock turtleneck. Soooo, Arriane said. Now youve met Randy. I thought his name was Cam. Were not talking about him, Arriane said quickly. I mean she-man in there.
Arriane jerked her head toward the office where theyd left the attendant in front of the TV. Whaddya thinkdude or chick? Uh, chick? Luce said tentatively. Is this a test? Arriane cracked a smile. The first of many. And you passed. At least, I think you passed. The gender of most of the faculty here is an ongoing, schoolwide debate.
Dont worry, youll get into it. Luce thought Arriane was making a jokein which case, cool. But this was all such a huge change from Dover. At her old school, the green-tie-wearing, pomaded future senators had practically oozed through the halls in the genteel hush that money seemed to lay over everything. More often than not, the other Dover kids gave Luce a dont-smudge-the-white-walls-with-your-fingerprints sideways glance.
She tried to imagine Arriane there: Luce tried to imagine what Callie might think of Arriane. Thered been no one like her at Dover. Okay, spill it, Arriane ordered. Plopping down on the top bleacher and motioning for Luce to join her, she said, Whatd ya do to get in here?
Arrianes tone was playful, but suddenly Luce had to. It was ridiculous, but shed half expected to get through her first day of school without the past creeping up and robbing her of her thin faade of calm. Of course people here were going to want to know. She could feel the blood thrumming at her temples. It happened whenever she tried to think backreally think backto that night.
Shed never stop feeling guilty about what had happened to Trevor, but she also tried really hard not to get mired down in the shadows, which by now were the only things she could remember about the accident.
Those dark, indefinable things that she could never tell anyone about.
Scratch thatshed started to tell Trevor about the peculiar presence shed felt that night, about the twisting shapes hanging over their heads, threatening to mar their perfect evening. Of course, by then it was already too late.
Trevor was gone, his body burned beyond recognition, and Luce was. No one knew about the murky shapes she sometimes saw in the darkness. Theyd always come to her. Theyd come and gone for so long that Luce couldnt even remember the first time shed seen them.
But she could remember the first time she realized that the shadows didnt come for everyoneor actually, anyone but her. When she was seven, her family had been on vacation in Hilton Head and her parents had taken her on a boat trip. It was just about sunset when the shadows started rolling in over. Why arent you afraid of the monsters? There were no monsters, her parents assured her, but Luces repeated insistence on the presence of something wobbly and dark had gotten her several appointments with the family eye doctor, and then glasses, and then appointments with the ear doctor after she made the mistake of describing the hoarse whooshing noise that the shadows sometimes madeand then therapy, and then more therapy, and finally the prescription for antipsychotic medication.
But nothing ever made them go away. By the time she was fourteen, Luce refused to take her meds. That was when they found Dr. Sanford, and the Dover School nearby.
They flew to New Hampshire, and her father drove their rental car up a long, curved driveway to a hilltop mansion called Shady Hollows. They planted Luce in front of a man in a lab coat and asked her if she still saw her visions. Her parents palms were sweating as they gripped her hands, brows furrowed with the fear that there was something terribly wrong with their daughter. No one came out and said that if she didnt tell Dr. Sanford what they all wanted her to say, she might be seeing a whole lot more of Shady Hollows.
When she lied. Sanford twice a month. Luce had been permitted to stop taking the horrible pills as soon as she started pretending she didnt see the shadows anymore. But she still had no control over when they might appear. All she knew was that the mental catalog of places where theyd come for her in the past dense forests, murky watersbecame the places she avoided at all costs.
All she knew was that when the shadows came, they were usually accompanied by a cold chill under her skin, a sickening feeling unlike anything else. Luce straddled one of the bleachers and gripped her temples between her thumbs and middle fingers.
If she was going to make it through today, she had to push her past to the recesses of her mind. She couldnt stand probing the memory of that night by herself, so there was no way she could air all the gruesome details to some weird, maniacal stranger. Instead of answering, she watched Arriane, who was lying back on the bleachers, sporting a pair of enormous black sunglasses that covered the better part of her face.
It was hard to tell, but she must have been staring at Luce, too, because after a second, she shot up from the bleachers and grinned. Cut my hair like yours, she said.
Luce gasped. Your hair is beautiful. It was true: Arriane had the long, thick locks that. Luce so desperately missed. Her loose black curls sparkled in the sunlight, giving off just a tinge of red. Luce tucked her hair behind her ears, even though it still wasnt long enough to do anything but flop back down in front of them.
Beautiful schmootiful, Arriane said. Yours is sexy, edgy. And I want it. Oh, um, okay, Luce said. Was that a compliment? She didnt know if she was supposed to be flattered or unnerved by the way Arriane assumed she could have whatever she wanted, even if what she wanted belonged to someone else.
Where are we going to get Ta-da! Arriane reached into her bag and pulled out the pink Swiss Army knife Gabbe had tossed into the Hazard Box. I always bring my sticky fingers on new-student drop-off days. You spent the whole summer. Luce winced. Spoken like a true newbie. Youre probably expecting a spring break. She tossed Luce the Swiss Army knife. We dont get to leave this hellhole. Now cut. What about the reds? Luce asked, glancing around with the knife in her hand.
There were bound to be cameras somewhere out here. Arriane shook her head. I refuse to associate with pansies. Can you handle it or not?
Luce nodded. And dont tell me youve never cut hair before. Arriane grabbed the Swiss Army knife back from Luce, pulled out the scissor tool, and handed it back. Not another word until you tell me how fantastic I look. In the salon of her parents bathtub, Luces mother had tugged the remains of her long hair into a messy ponytail before lopping the whole thing off. Luce was sure there had to be a more strategic method of cutting hair, but as a lifelong haircut avoider, the chopped-off pony was about all she knew.
She gathered Arrianes hair in her hands, wrapped an elastic band from her wrist around it, held the small scissors firmly, and began to hack. The ponytail fell to her feet and Arriane gasped and whipped around. She picked it up and held it to the sun. Luces heart constricted at the sight. She still agonized over her own lost hair, and all the other losses it symbolized. But Arriane just let a thin smile spread across her lips. She ran her fingers through the ponytail once, then dropped it into her bag.
Awesome, she said. Keep going. Arriane, Luce whispered before she could stop herself. Your neck. Its all Scarred?
Arriane finished. You can say it. The skin on Arrianes neck, from the back of her left ear all the way down to her collarbone, was jagged and.
Luces mind went to Trevorto those awful pictures. Even her own parents wouldnt look at her after they saw them. She was having a hard time looking at Arriane now. Arriane grabbed Luces hand and pressed it to the skin. It was hot and cold at the same time. It was smooth and rough. Im not afraid of it, Arriane said. Are you? No, Luce said, though she wished Arriane would take her hand away so Luce could take hers away, too.
Her stomach churned as she wondered whether this was how Trevors skin would have felt. Are you afraid of who you really are, Luce? No, Luce said again quickly. It must be so obvious that she was lying. She closed her eyes. At the schools gates that morning, when her father had whispered the Price family motto in her ear Prices never crashit had felt possible, but already Luce felt so run down and exposed. She tugged her hand away. So howd it happen? Remember how I didnt press you when you clammed up about what you did to get here?
Arriane asked, raising her eyebrows. Arriane gestured to the scissors. Touch it up in the. Make me look real pretty. Make me look like you. Even with the same exact cut, Arriane would still only look like a very undernourished version of Luce. That cell block over there is Augustine. Its where we have our so-called Social events on Wednesday nights.
And all of our classes, she said, pointing at a building the color of yellowed teeth, two buildings to the right of the dorm. It looked like it had been designed by the same sadist whod done Pauline.
It was dismally square, dismally fortresslike, fortified by the same barbed wire and barred windows. An unnatural-looking gray mist cloaked the walls like moss, making it impossible to see whether anyone was over there. Fair warning, Arriane continued. Youre going to hate the classes here. You wouldnt be human if you didnt. Whats so bad about them? Luce asked. Maybe Arriane just didnt like school in general. With her black nail polish, black eyeliner, and the black bag that only seemed big enough to hold her new Swiss Army knife, she didnt exactly look bookish.
The classes here are soulless, Arriane said. Worse, theyll strip you of your soul. Of the eighty kids in this. She glanced up. Unspoken for, anyway. That didnt sound promising, but Luce was hung up on another part of Arrianes answer. Wait, there are only eighty kids in this whole school?
The summer before she went to Dover, Luce had pored over the thick Prospective Students handbook, memorizing all the statistics. Arriane nodded, making Luce accidentally snip off a chunk of hair shed meant to leave.
Hopefully Arriane wouldnt noticeor maybe shed just think it was edgy. Eight classes, ten kids a pop. You get to know everybodys crap pret-ty quickly, Arriane said. And vice versa. I guess so, Luce agreed, biting her lip. Arriane was joking, but Luce wondered whether shed be sitting here with that cool smirk in her pastel blue eyes if she knew the exact nature of Luces backstory.
The longer Luce could keep her past under wraps, the better off shed be.
And youll want to steer clear of the hard cases. Hard cases? The kids with the wristband tracking devices, Arriane said. About a third of the student body. And theyre the ones who You dont want to mess with.
Trust me. Well, whatd they do? As much as Luce wanted to keep her own story a secret, she didnt like the way Arriane was treating her like some sort of ingnue. Whatever those kids had done couldnt be much worse than what everyone told her she had done.
Or could it? After all, she knew next to nothing about these people and this place. The possibilities stirred up a cold gray fear in the pit of her stomach. Oh, you know, Arriane drawled. Aided and abetted terrorist acts. Chopped up their parents and roasted them on a spit. She turned around to wink at Luce. Shut up, Luce said. Im serious. Those psychos are under much tighter restrictions than the rest of the screwups here.
We call them the shackled. Luce laughed at Arrianes dramatic tone. Your haircuts done, she said, running her hands through Arrianes hair to fluff it up a little. It actually looked really cool. Sweet, Arriane said.
She turned to face Luce. When she ran her fingers through her hair, the sleeves of her black sweater fell back on her forearms and Luce caught a glimpse of a black wristband, dotted with rows of silver studs, and, on the other wrist, another band that looked more. Arriane caught her looking and raised her eyebrows devilishly. Told ya, she said. Total effing psychos. She grinned. Come on, Ill give you the rest of the tour. Luce didnt have much choice. She scrambled down the bleachers after Arriane, ducking when one of the turkey vultures swooped dangerously low.
Arriane, who didnt seem to notice, pointed at a lichen-swathed church at the far right of the commons. Over here, youll find our state-of-the-art gymnasium, she said, assuming a nasal tour guide tone of voice. Yes, yes, to the untrained eye it looks like a church. It used to be. A few years ago, some calisthenic-crazed shrink showed up ranting about overmedicated teens ruining society.
He donated a shit-ton of money so theyd convert it into a gym. Now the powers that be think we can work out our frustrations in a more natural and productive way. Luce groaned. She had always loathed gym class. Girl after my very own heart, Arriane commiserated. Coach Diante is ee-vil.
As Luce jogged to keep up, she took in the rest of the grounds. The Dover quad had been so well kept, all manicured and dotted with evenly spaced, carefully pruned trees. Weeping willows dangled to the ground, kudzu grew along the walls in sheets, and every third step they took squished.
And it wasnt just the way the place looked. Every humid breath Luce took stuck in her lungs. Just breath-. Apparently the architects got in a huge standoff over how to retrofit the style of the old military academy buildings. The upshot is we ended up with half penitentiary, half medieval torture zone. And no gardener, Arriane said, kicking some slime off her combat boots. Oh, and theres the cemetery. Luce followed Arrianes pointing finger to the far left side of the quad, just past the dormitory.
An even thicker cloak of mist hung over the walled-off portion of land. It was bordered on three sides by a thick forest of oaks. She couldnt see into the cemetery, which seemed almost to sink below the surface of the ground, but she could smell the rot and hear the chorus of cicadas buzzing in the trees.
For a second, she thought she saw the dark swish of the shadowsbut she blinked and they were gone. Thats a cemetery? This used to be a military academy, way back in the Civil War days. So thats where they buried all their dead. Its creepy as all get-out. And lawd, Arriane said, piling on a fake southern accent, it stinks to high Heaven. Then she winked at Luce.
We hang out there a lot. Luce looked at Arriane to see if she was kidding. Arriane just shrugged. Okay, it was only once. And it was only after a really big pharmapalooza. Now, that was a word Luce recognized. Arriane laughed. I just saw a light go on up there. So somebody is home. Well, Luce, my dear, you may have gone to boarding school parties, but youve never seen a throw-down like reform school kids do it. Whats the difference? Luce asked, trying to skirt the fact that shed never actually been to a big party at Dover.
Youll see. Arriane paused and turned to Luce. Youll come over tonight and hang out, okay? She surprised Luce by taking her hand. But I thought you said I should stay away from the hard cases, Luce joked. Rule number twodont listen to me! Arriane laughed, shaking her head. Im certifiably insane! She started jogging again and Luce trailed after her.
Wait, what was rule number one? Keep up! As they came around the corner of the cinder-block classrooms, Arriane skidded to a halt. Affect cool, she said. Cool, Luce repeated. All the other students seemed to be clustered around the kudzu-strangled trees outside Augustine. No one looked exactly happy to be hanging out, but no one looked ready to go inside yet, either.
There hadnt been much of a dress code at Dover, so Luce wasnt used to the uniformity it gave a student body. Then again, even though every kid here was wearing the same black jeans, black mock-turtleneck T-shirt, and black sweater tied over the shoulders or around the waist, there were still substantial differences in the way they pulled it off.
A group of tattooed girls standing in a crossed-armed circle wore bangle bracelets up to their elbows. The black bandanas in their hair reminded Luce of a film shed once seen about motorcycle-gang girls. Shed rented it because shed thought: What could be cooler than an all-girls motorcycle gang? Now Luces eyes locked with those of one of the girls across the lawn. The sideways squint of the girls darkly lined cat-eyes made Luce quickly shift the direction of her gaze.
A guy and a girl who were holding hands had sewn sequins in the shape of skulls and crossbones on the back of their black sweaters. Every few seconds, one of them would pull the other in for a kiss on the temple, on the earlobe, on the eye. When they looped their arms around each other, Luce could see that each wore the blinking wristband tracking device. They looked a little rough, but it was obvious how much in love they were.
Every time she saw their tongue rings flashing, Luce felt a lonely pinch inside her chest. Behind the lovers, a cluster of blond boys stood pressed against the wall. In class, Luce encounters Cam again, who attempts to flirt with her once more. She still is thinking about Daniel, leaving her distracted throughout the lesson. Randy, the enrollment attendant, arrives and gives all three of them detention. She says that she chooses to stay at the school because she has no other options. The two become friends as Penn helps to clean Luce up.
Also in detention are Daniel, Roland, and Molly. After a while, Arriane disappears, and Molly arrives to confront Luce and warns her to stay away from Daniel. Upon hearing his name, he comes over after Molly has left to ask what has been said about him. While there, the statue she had been cleaning breaks, and Daniel saves Luce from being crushed and quickly disappears. Cam invites Luce to a party loudly in front of Daniel, inciting the rivalry between the two of them.
During the party, Luce encounters a strange event in which she can grab a Shadow; a paranormal, ink-like smudge that she has seen since childhood. This scares and excites her as she has never been able to interact with them before.
Later on in the story, Daniel and Luce take off to a hidden away lake, where they swim together. This novel is shrouded in mystery and leaves you questioning the abrupt disappearances and motives of each character.