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Lets go before Tamsin gives our bed away. No, spears. Whats going on? In the past, shed found the lack of grooming space endlessly frustrating, but now she was grateful not to know what she looked like after three days in the same clothes. The Trials of Apollo, Book Three: Okay, how about this? He smiled as she pushed herself into a sitting position and let her long legs spill over the side of the couch.
The sur- face was as smooth as glass, and the reflection of the moon looked like one of the gems shed seen occasionally at the Exchange, locked up in a transparent case. When Bellamy turned around, his expression was weary, almost defeated. We should probably rest, he said. Theres no point in wandering through the dark without a trail. Nodding, Clarke let her pack slide to the ground, then raised her arms into the air and stretched.
She was tired and sweaty, and there was a days-old layer of ash on her skin that she was desperate to wash off. When theyd first arrived on Earth, shed been diligent about puri- fying any water they used to drink or bathe, in case it was contaminated with radioactive bacteria.
But she was run- ning out of iodine drops, and after watching a fire kill her best friend while her ex-boyfriend restrained her, a little lake water seemed like the least of her problems. Clarke exhaled deeply and closed her eyes, letting her tension dissipate with her breath into the night air. She rose to her feet and turned to look at Bellamy. He stood perfectly still, staring across the lake with an intensity that made Clarke shiver.
Her first instinct was to slip away and give him his space. But then another impulse took over, and a mischievous smile slinked across her face. Without a word, she pulled her sweat-soaked shirt over her head, kicked off her boots, and stepped out of her dirt- and ash-streaked pants.
She spun on her heel, wishing she could see the look on Bellamys face as he watched her step into the lake wearing nothing but her bra and underwear.
The water was colder than shed realized, and her skin began to prickle, although she wasnt sure if it was from the night air or the sensation of Bellamys eyes on her. She waded forward, yelping as the water swirled around her shoulders. She experimented with lifting her feet out of the mud and trying to float, feeling strangely powerful and vulnerable. For a moment, she forgot that a fire had taken her best friends life. She forgot that she and Bellamy had lost Octavias trail.
She forgot that her impro- vised swimming outfit was going to be see-through whenever she emerged from the water. I think the radiation mustve finally scrambled your brain. Clarke twisted around and saw Bellamy looking at her with a combination of surprise and amusement. His familiar smirk had returned. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and ducked under the surface, popping up a second later with a laugh as water streamed down her face.
Its fine. Bellamy stepped forward. So your keen scientific mind knew instinctively that the water was safe? Clarke shook her head. She lifted a hand into the air and made a show of examining it. I could be growing flippers and gills as we speak.
Bellamy nodded with mock solemnity. Well, if you grow flippers, I promise not to shun you. Oh, trust me. Im not going to be the only mutant. Bellamy raised an eyebrow. What do you mean? Now youll grow flip- pers too. You really shouldnt have done that. Bellamys voice was low and menacing, and for a moment, Clarke thought she mightve actually upset him.
But then he grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head in one swift motion. The moon was so large and bright that there was no mistak ing the grin on Bellamys face as he reached down to undo the button on his pants, tossing them aside like they werent the only pair he had on the planet. His long, well- muscled legs were pale in his gray shorts. Clarke blushed but didnt look away. Bellamy plunged into the lake and closed the distance between them with a few powerful strokes.
Hed boasted about teaching himself to swim during his treks to the stream, and for once, he hadnt been exaggerating. He disappeared under the water, just long enough for Clarke to feel a flicker of worry.
Then his hand grasped her wrist, and she squealed as he spun her around, expecting him to splash her in retaliation. But Bellamy just stared at her for a moment before raising a hand and running his finger along her neck. No gills yet, he said softly. Clarke shivered as she looked up at him. His dark eyes burned with an intensity that was worlds away from his usual playful grin. It seemed hard to believe he was the same boy shed carelessly flung her arms around in the woods.
Something shifted in his gaze, and she closed her eyes, sure that he was about to kiss her. But then a crack sounded from the trees, and Bellamys head whipped around.
What was that? Without waiting for Clarke to respond, he took off for the shore, leaving her alone in the water. Clarke watched Bellamy grab his bow and disappear into the shadows. She sighed, then silently chastised herself for her foolishness. If itd been her family they were seeking, she wouldnt waste time playing in the water either.
She tilted her head back, sending drops of water trickling off her face as she stared up at the sky and thought about the two bodies drifting among those very stars. What would her parents say if they could see her now, here on the planet they had always dreamed of calling home?
Can we play the atlas game? Clarke asked, leaning over her father to peer at his tablet. It was covered with complicated- looking equations that Clarke didnt recognize. But she would someday soon; even though she was only eight, shed recently started algebra.
When Cora and Glass heard about it, theyd rolled their eyes and whispered loudly about how math was pointless. But Cora and Glass had only laughed and then spent the rest of the day giggling every time Clarke walked past. In a minute, her father said. He frowned slightly as he swiped the screen, rearranging the order of the equations.
I just need to finish this first. Clarke brought her face closer to the tablet. Can I help? If you explain it to me, I bet I can figure the hard part out. He laughed and ruffled her hair. Im sure you could.
But youre helping me just by sitting here. You remind me why our research is so important. He smiled, closed the program he was working on, and opened the atlas. A holographic globe appeared in the air just above the couch. Clarke swiped her finger through the air and the globe rotated. Whats this one? Her father squinted. Lets see.
Clarke pressed her finger against the shape. It turned blue and the words New Mecca appeared. Ah, thats right, her father said. That one changed its name a number of times before the Cataclysm.
He rotated the sphere and pointed to a long, narrow country on the other side of the globe. What about that one? I think it feels pretty warm in here. Clarke rolled her eyes. Daddy, are you going to make that joke every time we play?
He smiled and pulled Clarke onto his lap. At least, until were actually in Chile. Then it might get old. David, Clarkes mom warned from the kitchen, where she was tearing open protein packets and mixing them in with the greenhouse kale. She didnt like it when Clarkes father made jokes about going to Earth. According to her research, it was going to be at least another hundred years until the planet was safe. What about the people?
Clarke asked. Her father cocked his head to the side. I want to see where all the people lived. Why arent any apartments on the map? Her father smiled. Im afraid we dont have anything that detailed. But people lived everywhere. He traced his finger along one of the squiggly lines.
They lived by the ocean. How come they didnt do anything when they knew the Cataclysm was coming? Her mother walked over to join them on the couch. It all happened very quickly, she said after shed sat down. And there werent many places on Earth where people could hide from all that radiation. I think the Chinese were building a structure here. And there was talk of something near the seed bank, here. She traced her finger to the top of the map.
What about Mount Weather? Clarkes mother fiddled with the globe. That was in what wouldve been Virginia, right? Whats Mount Weather?
Clarke asked, leaning in for a better look. Many years before the Cataclysm, the United States govern- ment built a large underground bunker in case of nuclear war. The scenario seemed unlikely, but they had to do something to pro- tect the Presidenthe was like their Chancellor, she explained.
But when the bombs finally fell, no one made it there in time, not even the President. It all happened too suddenly. An uncomfortable question bumped against the jumble of other thoughts in Clarkes mind. How many people died? Like, thousands? Her father sighed. More like billions. Clarke rose to her feet and padded over to the small, round, star-filled window. Do you think theyre all up here now? Her mother walked over and placed her hand on Clarkes shoulder.
Isnt heaven supposed to be somewhere in space? Clarkes mother gave her shoulder a squeeze. Ive always thought mine would be on Earth. In a forest somewhere, full of trees. Clarke slipped her hand into her mothers. Then thats where mine will be too. And I know what song will be playing at the pearly gates, her father said with a laugh.
Her mother spun around. David, dont you dare play that song again. But it was too late. Music was already streaming out of the speakers in the walls.
Clarke grinned as she heard the opening lines of Heaven Is a Place on Earth. Seriously, David? Her father only laughed and bounded over to grab their hands, and the three of them spun around the living room, singing along to her fathers favorite song. Bellamy emerged from the tree line, breathless. It was too dark to see the expression on his face, but she could hear the urgency in his voice. Come and see this! Clarke stumbled awkwardly through the water. She reached the muddy bank and, forgetting that she was barely dressed, broke into a run, ignoring the rocks under her bare feet and the sting of the chilly night air.
He was crouched on the ground, staring at something Clarke couldnt make out. What was that sound? A bird or something. But look at this. Its a foot- print. He pointed at the ground, his smile shimmering with hope. Its Octavias, Im sure of it. We found the trail. Relief coursed through Clarke as she knelt down for a bet- ter look. There seemed to be another print a few meters away, in a patch of mud.
Both looked fairly recent, as if Octavia had walked by only hours earlier. But before she could reply, Bellamy stood up, pulled Clarke to her feet, and kissed her.
He was still wet from the lake, and as he wrapped his arms around her waist, her damp skin clung to his. For a moment, the world around them faded away.
All that existed was Bellamythe warmth of his breath, the taste of his lips. He moved one of his hands from her waist to her lower back and Clarke shivered, suddenly acutely aware that she and Bellamy were standing in their underwear, dripping wet. A cold breeze shuddered through the thick canopy of leaves and danced across the nape of Clarkes neck. She shivered again, and Bellamy slowly unlocked his lips from hers.
You must be freezing, he said, rubbing his hands up and down her back. She cocked her head to the side. Youre wearing even less clothing than I am. Bellamy ran his finger up her arm, then tugged playfully at her damp bra strap. We can fix that, if it bothers you. Clarke smiled. Even though she didnt think the tracks would vanish overnight, she knew Bellamy wouldnt want to stop now that hed found the trail.
He looked at Clarke. Thank you, he said, leaning over to kiss her again before he took her hand and led her toward the shore.
They dressed quickly, then grabbed their packs and headed back into the shadow-filled woods. The trail was fairly easy to follow, although Bellamy kept spotting the next print long before Clarke saw anything.
Had his eyes grown that sharp from hunt- ing? Or was it the by-product of his desperation? Forget the gills. I think youve developed night vision, she called when he dashed toward yet another footprint she hadnt noticed.
Shed meant it as a joke, of course, but then she frowned. The radia- tion levels on Earth clearly werent as high as shed once feared, but that didnt mean they were safe yet. Low-level radiation poisoning could take weeks to present, even if their cells had already begun to deteriorate. For all she knew, that was why no more dropships had arrived. What if the Council wasnt waiting to determine whether Earth was safebecause the hundreds biometric data had already proved that it wasnt?
Her heart racing, Clarke glanced down at the monitor clamped to her wrist and counted the days theyd been on Earth. She looked up at the moon, which was three- quarters full. Her stomach plummeted as she remembered a pivotal moment in her parents research.
The day most patients grew sicker. Im used to looking for things in the dark, Bellamy said ahead of her, oblivious to her anxiety. Back on the Colony, Id sneak into the abandoned storage areas. Most of them didnt have electricity anymore. Clarke winced as a branch scraped her leg.
What were you looking for? If any- one did begin presenting signs of radiation poisoning, they had some medicine that might help, albeit a paltry amount. Old machine parts, textiles, the odd Earthmade relic anything worth trading at the Exchange.
His tone was casual, but she could hear a hint of strain in his voice.
Octavia didnt always get enough to eat at the care center, so I had to find a way to get extra ration points. The admission pulled Clarke from her own thoughts. Her heart ached at the idea of a younger, slighter version of the boy in front of her, alone in a dark, cavernous storage area.
Bellamy, she started, searching for the right words, then cut herself off as she caught sight of something glinting from the shadowy depths behind the trees. She knew she should keep moving; they couldnt afford to lose any more time. Yet something about the way it shimmered brought Clarke to a stop. There was something on the ground, scattered among the roots of a large tree. Clarke bent down for a closer look and saw that it was metal. She inhaled sharply and reached out to run her finger along one of the long, twisted pieces.
What could it have been part of? And how had it ended up here, in the middle of the woods? Bellamy shouted. Where did you go? Im over here, she called back. You need to see this. Bellamy materialized soundlessly next to her.
Whats going on? He was breathing heavily, and there was an edge to his voice. You cant just take off like that. We need to stick together. Clarke picked up a piece of metal and held it in the moonlight. How could this have survived the Cataclysm? Bellamy shifted from one foot to the other.
No clue, he said. Now can we keep moving? I dont want to lose the trail. Clarke was about to set the strange artifact back on the ground when she noticed two familiar letters carved into the metal. Trillion Galactic. Oh my god, she murmured. It came from the Colony. Bellamy crouched down next to her. It must be part of the dropship, right?
I dont think so.
Theres no way this is wreck- age from the crash. At least, not our crash. Clarke felt suddenly disoriented, as if trying to discern between a memory and a dream. There are more pieces scat- tered around. Maybe theyll be something thatll She cut herself off with a cry as a jolt of pain shot through her right arm. Bellamys arm was around her, but she couldnt look at him. Her eyes were fixed on something on the ground. Something long, dark, thin, and wriggling.
She tried to point the creature out to Bellamy, but found that she couldnt move. Whats wrong? Clarke opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Her chest was beginning to tighten. Her arm was on fire. Oh, shit, she heard Bellamy say. She couldnt see him anymore. The world around her had begun to spin.
Stars and sky and trees and leaves swirled in the darkness. The searing heat that had been shooting up her arm faded away. Everything was fading. She fell back against Bellamy, then felt herself being lifted into the air. She was weightless, just like shed been in the lake. Just like her parents were now. Clarke, stay with me, Bellamy called to her from some- where very far away.
The darkness was rushing around her, wrapping her legs and arms in stars. And then there was only silence. He smiled as she pushed herself into a sitting position and let her long legs spill over the side of the couch. Glass wasnt sure whether the lack of oxygen was making her drowsy, or whether she was just tired from staying up most of the night.
Lying in bed with Luke, the last thing she wanted to do was sleep. They didnt know how much time they had left, so every moment was pre- cious. She and Luke had spent the last few nights wrapped in each others arms: Luke spoke lightly, but they both knew the gravity of what he was propos ing. Ever since the skybridge between the ships had closed, the chaos on Walden had reached a fever pitch. The Waldenites desperate attempts to find and hoard food had turned violent.
Armed with a meager handful of protein packets, Glass and Luke had barred themselves inside Lukes tiny flat, doing their best to ignore the sounds echoing from the corridors the angry shouts of neighbors fighting over supplies, the frantic cries of mothers searching for lost children, the ragged wheezes of those strug- gling to breathe the increasingly thin air.
Its okay, Glass said. We have enough for a few days, and after that She cut herself off, looking away. Youre really too good at keeping calm under pressure. Its a little scary. You should have been a guard. He tapped his finger under her chin. Im serious, he said in response to her look of skepticism. Ive always thought women make the best guards. Its a shame girls on Phoenix never really consider it. Glass smiled inwardly, imagining her best friend Wellss surprise if shed shown up to the first day of officer train- ing.
While he probably wouldve been too shocked to speak at first, she was sure hed have supported her. Before she met Luke, Wells was the one person whod always treated her seriously, who believed she had talents beyond flirting and styling her hair. The word alone was enough to make her nauseated as she imagined stepping into weightlessness. Luke cleared his throat. You know they dont let just any- one spacewalk, he said with mock grandiosity. Luke was part of the elite corps of guards who were also trained as engineers, responsible for making crucialand dangerous repairs to the ship.
She would never forget how terrified she had felt a few weeks ago, when shed watched Luke go out- side the ship to examine a malfunctioning airlock.
For twenty heart-racing minutes, a thin cord had been all that kept him from being lost in the emptiness of space. The cord, and Glasss fervent prayers.
Not to mention, you wouldve looked pretty cute in the uniform. Want me to try on yours, to see? Glass asked innocently. He grinned. Maybe later. But as soon as the words left his mouth, his face fell. They both knew there wasnt going to be a later. Glass jumped to her feet and tossed her long hair over her shoulder. Come on, she said, grabbing Lukes hand. I have an idea for dinner.
You managed to decide between two-day-old protein paste and three-day-old protein paste? Im serious. Lets make it special. Earthmade relics were rare on Walden, but Lukes family had held on to two beautiful plates an ancestor had carried onto the ship.
Luke hesitated for a fraction of a second, then rose to his feet. That sounds like a nice idea. Ill go get them. He squeezed Glasss hand before disappearing into his room, where he kept the valuable relics hidden away. Glass went into the tiny bathroom and looked at herself in the sliver of scratched mirror above the sink. In the past, shed found the lack of grooming space endlessly frustrating, but now she was grateful not to know what she looked like after three days in the same clothes.
She finger-combed her hair and washed her face with the tepid water. She didnt think shed taken very long, but when she stepped back into the living space, Glass found the flat transformed. The flickering lights near the table werent flashbeamsthey were candles.
Where did you get those? Glass asked in surprise, padding over for a closer look. There werent many candles left anywhere on the Colony, let alone on Walden. I was saving them for a special occasion, Luke said, com- ing out of his room. As Glasss eyes adjusted to the darkness, her breath caught in her chest.
Luke had changed into dark pants and what seemed to be a matching jacket. Could it be a real suit? They rarely appeared in the Exchange. Even the men on Phoenix had trouble tracking them down.
Shed seen him casual and laughing in his civilian clothes, playing catch with the little kids in his cor- ridor.
In the suit, he looked as confident as soldier-Luke, but he held himself differently. More relaxed. Im underdressed, Glass said, tugging at the sleeve of her slightly dingy shirt. Luke tilted his head to the side and surveyed her for a long moment. You look perfect. There was a note of admiration in his voice that made Glass grateful for the candles, for the flickering light that obscured her old clothes and her sudden blush. She took a few steps forward and ran her finger along Lukes sleeve.
Where did you get this? It was Carters, actually. The name made Glass snatch her hand away, as if shed been burned. Luke asked. Yes, fine, Glass said quickly.
I was just surprised. Carter never struck me as a suit guy. Carter was an older boy whod taken Luke in after his mother diedout of charity, hed claimed, but Glass had always suspected it was for the extra ration points. He was lazy, manipulative, and danger- ous, and had once tried to assault Glass when she was waiting in their flat. Luke shrugged. He wasnt. He was short on points one month, so I bought the suit from him.
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This is one of the best series I've ever read! I'm even re-reading it to refresh my mind for when the third book to the series comes out this tuesday: The environment is fragile. We all know that as global warming and other red flags are sent up by the planet each day. Humans are on the edge, some wanting to protect it, others would destroy it in a war.
Due to nuclear war the planet was no longer livable. The world leaders then created a spaceship for all remaining humans. From that point on, generation after generation has lived on the ship waiting for the day that they can return to earth.
These two things seem basic, but they are vital to survive. Think of how much oxygen you breathe. Think about how much you need to survive a day, a week, a month, and how about a year? Now think about how much oxygen you needed for your lifetime, and not to mention the hundreds of other people living off the same oxygen supply you are. Needless to say that after generations on the spaceship the oxygen supply levels were getting low, causing the government to make rash decisions fast.
They needed to test the earth, to see if the radiation levels would kill them on impact. To do that they needed a test group, but who? Prisoners were killed after convicted guilty, so they used the next best thing: One hundred of them were selected, giving a bracelet that sends bodily rates back to the ship, and they were packed in a drop ship and sent to the ground. Excited, scared, and mostly confused the delinquents were given a second chance of life, or a quick and more than likely painful death.
Clark was arrested for treason, Glass was for breaking the rules, Wells was for arson, and Bellamy for his family. These teenagers have seen stuff, stuff they want to forget, to get away from at all and live peacefully. With one hundred delinquents ruling the group, civilization and order is not what they have in mind. Glass manages to escape the drop ship and goes back, trying to fit into her life the way she used to. Bellamy tries to find his way on as his little sister Octavia, who was being sent, and determined to protect her.
Clark was happy as she wanted to run away from her past, sadly her past decided that his future was to be with her. Kass Morgan did an amazing job with the first book in the series. It was captivating, not letting you put it down, as she changes from character's point of view by chapters.
The story line was solid, giving you enough background information to keep you informed, but also enough to keep guessing on what truly did happen before page one. The relationships between characters is solid, as you have no idea which way Clark will go, as her mood swings up and down.
If you have watched the Netflix series on the book you will notice some similarities, but also very key differences.