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Laura Frances

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Description:There is no sun. There is no moon. There is only gray—the smog belched from coal-fueled factories. The Workers silently shuffle to their assigned posts. The Outcasts watch from the alley walls. On every corner, a Watcher stands stone-faced, a rifle in hand. This is the only life that exists. Beyond the mountains is a dream. But dreams are foolish in a place like this. Hannah has spent nineteen years dodging Watchers and doing as she is told."Do not look Watchers in the eye. Don't give them a reason to notice you."But when she wakes to the valley exploding in revolution, Hannah is forced onto a dangerous path, where nothing is what she believed. Suddenly freedom is in her grasp, and the way there requires working with the men she once feared. "I think it’s the thunder when my eyes first flutter open. I was dreaming about my first day of school. Breathe, Hannah. That’s right. In the nose. Out the mouth. Remember, Father said, they need us.But what if I answer wrong, I said, wiping my nose with my sleeve. What if I can’t learn the problems? Will they shoot me if I’m wrong?No, Mother interjected. But I saw the look they shared. Besides, we’ve been teaching you all the math at home. You’ll be way ahead of the other kids. She knelt in front of me and straightened my coat. Will they kill the other kids? If I’m better than them? I don’t want to be better. They’ll hate me.I think it’s the thunder the first time I hear it, but the second time I know that I’m wrong. The second time the rumbling sounds, the walls shake and white dust falls from the ceiling, floating in the stream of dim light that glows through a hole in the curtain. I lie paralyzed, waiting and listening. I’ve heard explosions before, but never in the night; never when the machinery is shut down and the Workers are asleep. A noise like tapping is drifting from outside, though I can barely hear it over the thumping in my ears. Five minutes pass, and nothing happens. Nothing but the tapping and the thumping and my breathing. As my body is slowly relaxing again, an explosion blasts so close to my building that the window shatters into a million pieces, and a scream rips from my throat. I yank the blanket over my head and tremble as cold air blows through the empty frame. The curtains slap against the wall. The sound from outside is no longer a tapping. It is the popping of guns and the shouts of men, and my heart stops dead in my chest. I force myself to get up. Hurrying to the corner shower, I huddle on the floor, covering my head in my blanket. My lungs aren’t obeying and I can’t breathe. Tears sting my eyes and freeze on my cheeks. There is no protocol for this. There are no rules for what to do when the valley is exploding. If I run outside, where will I go? And I will be shot on sight. That is the rule I know well. It was pounded into my brain by anxious parents. It was preached at me by worrying neighbors. Do not go outside, my father would say to me. Not ever, Hannah."About the author:Laura Frances was born in Heidelberg, Germany as a military brat. She grew up in Springfield, Missouri and now lives in Japan with her husband and children, teaching English. This is her debut novel.We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with Slave (Slave #1). To get started finding Slave (Slave #1), you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed.
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Description: There is no sun. There is no moon. There is only gray—the smog belched from coal-fueled factories. The Workers silently shuffle to their assigned posts. The Outcasts watch from the alley walls. On every corner, a Watcher stands stone-faced, a rifle in hand. This is the only life that exists. Beyond the mountains is a dream. But dreams are foolish in a place like this. Hannah has spent nineteen years dodging Watchers and doing as she is told."Do not look Watchers in the eye. Don't give them a reason to notice you."But when she wakes to the valley exploding in revolution, Hannah is forced onto a dangerous path, where nothing is what she believed. Suddenly freedom is in her grasp, and the way there requires working with the men she once feared. "I think it’s the thunder when my eyes first flutter open. I was dreaming about my first day of school. Breathe, Hannah. That’s right. In the nose. Out the mouth. Remember, Father said, they need us.But what if I answer wrong, I said, wiping my nose with my sleeve. What if I can’t learn the problems? Will they shoot me if I’m wrong?No, Mother interjected. But I saw the look they shared. Besides, we’ve been teaching you all the math at home. You’ll be way ahead of the other kids. She knelt in front of me and straightened my coat. Will they kill the other kids? If I’m better than them? I don’t want to be better. They’ll hate me.I think it’s the thunder the first time I hear it, but the second time I know that I’m wrong. The second time the rumbling sounds, the walls shake and white dust falls from the ceiling, floating in the stream of dim light that glows through a hole in the curtain. I lie paralyzed, waiting and listening. I’ve heard explosions before, but never in the night; never when the machinery is shut down and the Workers are asleep. A noise like tapping is drifting from outside, though I can barely hear it over the thumping in my ears. Five minutes pass, and nothing happens. Nothing but the tapping and the thumping and my breathing. As my body is slowly relaxing again, an explosion blasts so close to my building that the window shatters into a million pieces, and a scream rips from my throat. I yank the blanket over my head and tremble as cold air blows through the empty frame. The curtains slap against the wall. The sound from outside is no longer a tapping. It is the popping of guns and the shouts of men, and my heart stops dead in my chest. I force myself to get up. Hurrying to the corner shower, I huddle on the floor, covering my head in my blanket. My lungs aren’t obeying and I can’t breathe. Tears sting my eyes and freeze on my cheeks. There is no protocol for this. There are no rules for what to do when the valley is exploding. If I run outside, where will I go? And I will be shot on sight. That is the rule I know well. It was pounded into my brain by anxious parents. It was preached at me by worrying neighbors. Do not go outside, my father would say to me. Not ever, Hannah."About the author:Laura Frances was born in Heidelberg, Germany as a military brat. She grew up in Springfield, Missouri and now lives in Japan with her husband and children, teaching English. This is her debut novel.We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with Slave (Slave #1). To get started finding Slave (Slave #1), you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed.
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