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By Rick Yancey

The riveting follow-up to the New York Times bestselling The fifth Wave, hailed by means of Justin Cronin as “wildly entertaining.”
How do you rid the Earth of 7 billion people? Rid the people in their humanity.

Surviving the 1st 4 waves used to be approximately most unlikely. Now Cassie Sullivan unearths herself in a brand new global, a global within which the elemental belief that binds us jointly is long past. because the fifth Wave rolls around the panorama, Cassie, Ben, and Ringer are pressured to confront the Others’ final objective: the extermination of the human race.

Cassie and her buddies haven’t noticeable the depths to which the Others will sink, nor have the Others noticeable the heights to which humanity will upward push, within the final conflict among lifestyles and dying, desire and melancholy, love and hate.

Praise for The endless Sea 

“Heart-pounding pacing, lyrical prose and mind-bending twists . . .”—The ny occasions ebook Review

“Impressively improves at the very good starting of the trilogy.”—USA Today

“An epic sci-fi novel with the entire romance, motion, and suspense you may ever want.”—

*“This gut-wrenching sequel to The fifth Wave careens on a violent process nonstop action.”—Publishers Weekly, starred review

*“A breathless, grueling survival tale . . . . Yancey's prose is still unimpeachable—every paragraph is weighted down with atmosphere, subject matter, and emotion."—Booklist, starred review

“A roller-coaster journey of a sequel.”—Kirkus Reviews

“It doesn’t simply circulation the tale ahead, yet even opens up new chances within the prior book.” —

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Clever humans play, too. ” Teacup rolled her eyes. “You are looking to play in order that you could beat me. ” “No, i need to simply because I omit taking part in it. ” Her mouth dropped open. “That’s what you omit? ” I unfold the towel at the mattress and located the cash. “Don’t come to a decision the way you consider approximately anything sooner than you are trying it. ” i used to be round her age whilst i started. the gorgeous wood board on a stand in my father’s examine. The glowing ivory items. the strict king. The haughty queen. The noble knight. The pious bishop. And the sport itself, the best way every piece contributed its person strength to the entire. It was once uncomplicated. It used to be advanced. It used to be savage; it used to be based. It used to be a dance; it used to be a battle. It used to be finite and everlasting. It was once existence. “Pennies are pawns,” I advised her. “Nickels are rooks, dimes are knights and bishops, quarters are kings and queens. ” She shook her head. Ringer is an fool. “How can dimes and quarters be either? ” “Heads: knights and kings. Tails: bishops and queens. ” The coolness of the ivory. the best way the felt-covered bases slid over the polished wooden, like whispered thunder crashing. My father’s face bent over the board, lean and unshaven, red-eyed and purse-lipped, encrusted with shadows. The sickly candy odor of alcohol and arms that thrummed like hummingbirds’ wings. It’s referred to as the sport of kings, Marika. do you want to profit tips to play? “It’s the sport of kings,” I stated to Teacup. “Well, I’m now not a king. ” She crossed her hands. So over me. “I like checkers. ” “Then you’ll love chess. Chess is checkers on steroids. ” My father tapping his chipped nails at the tabletop. The rats scratching contained in the partitions. “Here’s how the bishop strikes, Teacup. ” This is how the knight strikes, Marika. She jammed a stale piece of gum into her mouth and chewed angrily because the dry shards crumbled. Minty breath. Whiskey breath. Scratch, scratch, faucet, faucet. “Give it a chance,” I begged her. “You’ll like it. I promise. ” She grabbed the nook of the towel. “Here’s what i believe. ” I observed it coming, yet nonetheless flinched whilst she flung the towel and the cash exploded into the air. A nickel popped her within the brow and she or he didn’t even blink. “Ha! ” Teacup shouted. “I bet that’s checkmate, whinge! ” Reacting with out pondering, I slapped her. “Don’t ever name me that. Ever. ” The chilly made the slap extra painful. Her backside lip poked out, her eyes welled up, yet she didn’t cry. “I hate you,” she acknowledged. “I don’t care. ” “No, I hate you, Ringer. I hate your fucking guts. ” “Cussing doesn’t make you grown-up, you recognize. ” “Then i assume I’m a child. Shit, shit, shit! Fuck, fuck, fuck! ” She began to contact her cheek. She stopped herself. “I don’t need to hearken to you. You aren’t my mom or my sister or anyone. ” “Then why have you ever been latched directly to me like a pilot fish considering we left camp? ” Now a tear did fall, a unmarried drop that trailed down her scarlet cheek. She used to be so faded and skinny, her pores and skin as luminescent as certainly one of my father’s chess items. i used to be stunned the slap hadn’t shattered her right into a thousand bits.

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