By Erin Bow
The youngsters of worldwide leaders are held hostage in an try and maintain the peace during this “slyly funny, starkly thought-provoking” (Kirkus Reviews, starred evaluation) novel.
Greta is a Duchess and a Crown Princess. She can be a toddler of Peace, a hostage held by means of the de facto ruler of the area, the good man made Intelligence, Talis. this is often how the sport is performed: that allows you to rule, you want to supply one among your kids as a hostage. commence a battle and your hostage dies.
The procedure has labored for hundreds of years. mom and dad don’t are looking to see their teenagers murdered.
Greta should be unfastened if she will be able to make it to her eighteenth birthday. till then she is ready to die with dignity, if valuable. yet every thing alterations whilst Elian arrives on the Precepture. He’s a hostage from a brand new American alliance, and he defies the machines that keep watch over every thing in their lives—and is critically punished for it. His uprising opens Greta’s eyes to the brutality of the foundations they reside below, and to the sophisticated resistance of her partners. And Greta discovers her personal quiet power.
Then Elian’s nation broadcasts conflict on Greta’s and invades the prefecture, taking the hostages hostage. Now the good Talis is livid, and coming himself to convey punishment. Which without doubt implies that Greta and Elian can be killed...unless Greta can think about how to holiday all of the principles.
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