Collective #3
Stacey Nash
YA Fantasy
HarperCollins
September 1, 2015
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Continuing on from Forget Me Not and Remember Me, this is the thrilling third novel in Stacey Nash’s unforgettable series.
Since the strike on Collective territory during Anamae’s rescue, things have taken a turn for the worse. Unprovoked attacks on innocent people have Anamae and her friends fighting day and night to minimize the damage. With hundreds of lives lost, morale amongst the resistance fighters has plummeted. But that’s the least of her worries.
Manvyke still has Anamae’s mom, Annie, secreted away somewhere and after the way they parted, Anamae worries it’s not at her mother’s bidding. Maybe Annie’s disappearance all those years ago wasn’t her choice. But with Manvyke scouring the world, there’s something far more pressing than the need to find Anamae’s mother …
It’s a fight against time to find the other keys before Manvyke. In his hands, the three relics could unlock enough power to reek a much worse havoc than the current issues at hand. If the councillor gets his hands on those keys, civilization will bow down.
THE RACE IS ON.
Excerpt
This is my life
now.
The same every
day. Well, almost every day. Today, it’s Wednesday. Wednesdays and Saturdays
are different.
On those days,
he comes.
I look from the door to the window and back again.
My whole body tense with the anticipation of him and the show I’ll have to put
on. The show that I don’t care. That I’m strong. I’m unflinching, when on the
inside I’m absolutely not.
The pale walls—a creamy-dirty pink—are a reflection
of my constant mood: dull, monotonous. But I have no regrets. I’d do it all
again.
Anything to save them.
Click, click, thwack. The round lock at the top of
the door flicks open first, followed by each one below. The brass, chrome, and
silver knobs rotate quickly and snap to the unlocked position: all from the
other side of the door. It’s not possible to unlock them from the inside. I
should know; I’ve tried a hundred times over.
I take the two generous steps from my place by the
window to the red suede couch and sink into it, lying back with arms roped
across my chest, my eyes closed.
The door creaks open.
My heart accelerates, and not in the way it might at
seeing a loved one, but in the nervous anticipation of an enemy about to walk
into my life.
Like he does twice a week.
Silence hangs in the air for several moments while I
breathe slowly—pretending to sleep. I’m not playing his game today.
About the Author
Writing
for the young and new adult market, Stacey's books all hold a lot of
adventure, a good dose of danger, a smattering of romance, and plenty
of KISSING! Hailing from the Hunter Valley in New South Wales, she
loves nothing more than immersing herself in the beauty and culture of the
local area.Author of the Collective Series; Forget Me Not, Remember Me, Never Forgotten. And the Oxley College Saga; Shh! and Wait!
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