Luminary (Anomaly)
Krista McGee
Language: English
Pages: 320
ISBN: 1401688748
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Thalli thought escaping to the surface would mean freedom. But is she any less of an anomaly aboveground?
After escaping an underground annihilation chamber, Thalli, Berk, Rhen, and John find themselves fleeing across the former United States, aboveground for the first time. As the defectors cross the for gotten landscape, the three youths see things the y had only read about on screens: horses, rain, real books—and a colony of unsanctioned survivors living the ancient way in a town called New Hope.
When the citizens of New Hope reveal the truth of what happened years ago, Thalli is left unsettled and skeptical of everything she’s ever been told. Can she trust anything from the State, including her own feelings for Berk? When she volunteers for a peace mission to New Hope’s violent neighbor, Athens, her confusion mounts as the supposedly ruthless Prince Ale x turns out to be kind and charming. Although everyone in New Hope warned her not to, she can’t help but fall for him.
Meanwhile, John’s unwavering faith in the goodness of the Designer begins to make its mark on Thalli’s heart. But can Thalli really come to trust in a generous, protective Designer who rules over all things? Would that not be setting herself up for another betrayal?
The time for her to decide is now . . . because the State is closing in.
“McGee once again blends a Christian message within a horrific science fiction plot . . . death, torture, and confusing love triangles.” —Booklist
“McGee blends the determination of faith, the malevolence of those who extol power over decency, and the assertion of individual integrity in a humane glimpse at youthful courage.” —Publisher’s Weekly
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Voice breaks through, deep and almost too quiet for me to hear him. “You will be happy to know I have changed my mind about your sister.” I look back through the space behind the door. Alex’s face lightens. “You won’t use her for . . . ?” “No, I won’t.” The king stretches out on his bed, pauses for several moments before he speaks. “We can save her, thanks to your fiancée.” “Thalli?” Alex’s voice cracks. “You’re going to use Thalli?” “Why not?” The king shrugs. “It’s obvious the State won’t.
Makes sense. It makes sense for me to be escorted through the palace with a guard. No one will think anything of it.” “But why are you escorted? Alex isn’t.” “Alex doesn’t want to escape.” Helen’s voice sounds heavy, as if it is weighted down. “But you do.” Helen lets out a loud exhale. “Because you fear for your life?” Helen looks at me. “You care for Berk?” I do not understand this change in the conversation. Perhaps she told me all she wants to tell me about her life and her.
Keep going. I will not die as a weakling. I will walk to my death. I will not be carried or helped in any way. The king may accuse me of the worst, but I know the truth, the Designer knows the truth, and John has told me the truth sets me free. So I will go to my death free. There is a commotion behind us. A guard rides up on a horse through the crowd, right up to the king. The entire procession pauses as the guard speaks in low tones and the king’s eyes lower as he hears the news. With a nod to.
Become mutated too?” “The wolves have adapted to life here, yes.” John dips his head slightly. “But their appearance has more to do with their diet and lifestyle than mutations. Given proper food and water, they would likely look just like their predecessors. The point is—they are living. Even here, there must be some food and some water.” “John is correct.” Rhen’s hand is on Berk’s wrist. She is checking his pulse, but it seems so much more personal, so tender. I want to be the one caring for.
It in how they look at each other, how Rhen’s eyes soften when she speaks to him. I cannot stop it. But it is making my heart break. “Heal him . . .” I lift my eyes to see Rhen’s face. She is crying. Rhen is supposed to be normal. She never cries. Yet there she is, holding Berk’s hand, crying over him. I understand loving Berk. Even when I was angry with him, I felt it. But I don’t want anyone else to feel it. I want Berk to myself. “You are powerful. You have healed the blind and raised the.