Fate of Flames by Sarah RaughleyFate of Flames by Sarah Raughley

Fate of Flames

bySarah Raughley

Hardcover | November 22, 2016

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Four girls with the power to control the elements and save the world from a terrible evil must come together in the first epic novel in a brand-new series.

When Phantoms—massive beasts made from nightmares and darkness—suddenly appeared and began terrorizing the world, four girls, the Effigies, each gained a unique power to control one of the classical elements: earth, air, fire, and water. Since then, four girls across the world have continually fought against the Phantoms, fulfilling their cosmic duty. And when one Effigy dies, another girl gains her power as a replacement.

But now, with technologies in place to protect the world’s major cities from Phantom attacks, the Effigies have stopped defending humanity and, instead, have become international celebrities, with their heroic feats ranked, televised, and talked about in online fandoms.

Until the day that New York City’s protection against the Phantoms fails, a man seems to be able to control them by sheer force of will, and Maia, a high school student, unexpectedly becomes the Fire Effigy.

Now Maia has been thrown into battle with three girls who want nothing to do with one another. But with the first human villain that the girls have ever faced, and an army of Phantoms preparing for attack, there isn’t much time for the Effigies to learn how to work together.

Can the girls take control of their destinies before the world is destroyed forever?
Title:Fate of FlamesFormat:HardcoverDimensions:368 pages, 9 × 6 × 1.1 inPublished:November 22, 2016Publisher:Simon PulseLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:1481466771

ISBN - 13:9781481466776

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Rated 5 out of 5 by from Love Sailor Moon? Originally pitched like Sailor Moon meets The Avengers/Pacific Rim comes this amazing fantasy by debut author Sarah Raughley! I immediately could not wait to read this book when Simon Schuster Canada had it for review and it was amazing!! Who doesn`t love a Sailor Moon pitch storyline since I watched it as a child after school. So their was high expectations when I started reading. The Effigies series is definitely one to put on your TBR lists because you won`t be able to put it down! Four female superheros against villainous monsters. Hands down one of my favourite books so far! Fate of Flames starts off immediately with our main character Maia fighting the Phantom and the other Effigies, Belle also fighting it as well. The Effigies are there to defend our world from these monster and they have the power to control the elements!! Can you already feel the Sailor Moon vibes!! Maia was a great narrator with a sense of humor! She really tries to push herself to learn more about her powers which as probably as the series goes one we will see. It was great to see the dynamics of the group that include: Belle, Chae Rin and Lake. Plus who could not love Rhys! Definitely rooting for him! Sarah Raughley is one good world-builder! To the powers of the Effigies and the characters it was aa great read! Overall, you want to pick up this book! While there was still some ups and downs with Maia she is still growing as a character just like when Sailor Moon didn`t believe in herself right away it does take time. Looking forward to book two!!
Date published: 2017-07-13
Rated 2 out of 5 by from didn't finish couldn't finish it got half way and that was enough for me
Date published: 2017-02-27
Rated 5 out of 5 by from OMG!! So I have to read the next book in the series. It's so good! I would definitely recommend this book.
Date published: 2017-02-26
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Sailor Moon meets Pacific Rim I am 100% on board with the concept, which is loosely a combination of general magic stuff + Pacific Rim + Sailor Moon. The plot/story arc was also creative and enjoyable, although a bit more romance-oriented (in a teenage way) than I'd like. MORE FIRE SWORDS, please. Great concept and sufficiently okay in terms of writing for me to read the next one.
Date published: 2017-02-07
Rated 1 out of 5 by from Couldn't Even Finish DNF @ 35% I made it farther than my typical 25% before DNF-ing only because I am reviewing it on Books Are My Fandom for one of our BAMF Reviews, but I just couldn't read anymore. Thinking about going back to it is making me want to cry. I was bored and I feel like with a book that has destructo-beasts and girls with superpowers, I should be ENTHRALLED not wondering how Jurassic Park was still made in 1991 when the world had been taken over by beasts in 1865. The world-building was not the greatest in this and I felt like a lot of what happened was Very Convenient™ rather than helping to bring the novel along. If you want to read a really similar book (at least from the first bit), I would recommend checking out Steelheart by Brandon Sanderson. At least I could get through that one. (That makes it sound bad, I really enjoyed Steelheart).
Date published: 2017-01-27
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Surprisingly original I bought this novel on a whim expecting another entertaining, if fluffy, girl power adventure featuring magic, jealousy, and of course the inevitable love triangle. This book took those expectations and squashed them under surprisingly dark and engaging characters and plots. A must read for any one who wants to escape their reality for a believable, complicated, and extra-ordinary adventure.
Date published: 2017-01-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Thrilling, Diverse & Ambitious Sarah Raughley's Fate of Flames is a very ambitious introduction to the Effigies series. Pitched as a combination of Pacific Rim, Sailor Moon, and The Avengers, I definitely had some high expectations when I first started the book. And you know what? I loved Fate of Flames! It gave me four female superheroes to cheer on as they used their powers to fight monsters and save humankind. Two days ago, Maia Finley became the newest Fire Effigy, succeeding one of the most legendary Effigies who ever lived: Natalya Filipova. As the world mourns one of its ultimate heroes, rumoured to have committed suicide, the attention has now shifted to Maia, who can barely conjure a flame. You see, there are only four Effigies in the world at a time, each gifted with a classic elemental power: earth, air, fire, and water. And for generations, the Effigies have protected humanity with their cosmic gifts, battling terrifying monsters called Phantoms. Maia has always been a fangirl of the Effigies. She blogs about them all the time, keeps up with their online fandom sites, and memorizes all their fights against the Phantoms. The Effigies are international celebrities. And now she's one of them? It's completely surreal. But as Maia is about to find out, her idols are far from perfect. They hardly speak to each other. And they each carry trauma from the destruction and deaths caused by the Phantoms. But it's more important than ever that the Effigies stand united. A mysterious man named Saul can somehow control an army of Phantoms, and he's wreaking havoc on the world's major cities. And even more curiously, he seems to have a connection to a previous incarnation of the Fire Effigy. The Effigies are an utter mess, but Maia is determined to bring them all together to join the fight against Saul. I liked that Maia and the other Effigies—Belle, Chae Rin, and Lake—were far from perfect heroines. And considering this is only book one, I didn't really expect them to be. They're all young women who've had a great responsibility and power suddenly thrust onto them with no choice, and each has been physically and mentally affected in some form. Maia is still bright-eyed and eager to help, mostly because she's always looked up to the Effigies, but you can't forget that she has very little experience actually facing the Phantoms. Belle is icy and cold, but she's also the most battle-hardened of the others. She was personally mentored by Natalya, and in her grief, you can understand why she didn't much care for Maia initially. Chae Rin is jaded and still haunted by a previous fight against the Phantoms, one that hurt many people. And becoming an Effigy has hurt her relationship with her family. And Lake? Well, she's more soft-hearted and scared to fight, not really a warrior at all. Each of the girls have such different personalities, but I found them to be so realistic. These girls don't know each other well, so of course their teamwork level isn't going to be perfectly in sync yet. And that's where I think Fate of Flames has so much potential to grow into a truly epic series. The Effigies may not be truly ready to take on the Phantoms as a team, but they'll try their hardest to succeed. They're brave and heroic, but what makes them even stronger is the way they overcome their personal fears and doubts to get the job done. And with more training, I think we'll see even more crazy awesome action scenes. I'm looking at you, Maia. Learn to use your scythe! Diverse female superheroes, thrilling action scenes, international locales, and plenty of intrigue and mystery... What's not to love about Sarah Raughley's Fate of Flames? I absolutely can't wait for the next installment in the Effigies series! ** I received an ARC from Simon and Schuster Canada in exchange for an honest review. **
Date published: 2017-01-20
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Fantastic! It's like an alternate version of our world as a dystopia with monsters & elemental warriors! Some of my fondest memories from my childhood involve watching cartoons on YTV (it's a Canadian children's network for anyone not from Canada); YTV introduced me to some AMAZING shows, including Sailor Moon, so as soon as I saw the description of FATE OF FLAMES, I was pretty much jumping up and down with excitement! It's been pitched as a mix of Buffy, Pacific Rim, and Sailor Moon, and I think that description is perfect! FATE OF FLAMES starts off with a bang. We meet the main character, Maia, and quickly see our first Phantom. Then we see one of the famous Effigies, Belle, fighting the Phantom, and we're thrust into a world eerily similar to our own. The big difference between our world and Maia's is that monsters called Phantoms exist and the only things keeping us from all being destroyed are anti-phantom technology and young women imbued with the power to control the elements, called Effigies! Since I loved Sailor Moon and Buffy, I definitely enjoyed seeing the Effigies and their various powers! I really liked Maia as a narrator because I loved her snarky sense of humour, but I was a little disappointed that she didn't push herself to try her powers more. She did have reasons for holding back, but I still wish she'd pushed herself more when she actually was trying to train...if I had the kind of power that she had, I'd be all over it! I really loved seeing Belle, Lake, and Chae Rin use their elemental powers though, and I absolutely loved seeing all of the dynamics develop between the four girls!! I also really loved Rhys...I'm always a sucker for a good romance subplot, and I was definitely rooting for Maia and Rhys! Other than the amazing elemental powers that the Effigies had, my favourite part of FATE OF FLAMES was the world-building. I thought it was extremely interesting, and all of the technology that they'd created to combat the Phantoms fascinated me! I also loved seeing how Maia's world differed from our own. FATE OF FLAMES seemed to take place during our time now, but it was as if their history had been rewritten to include Phantoms and Effigies⎯like an alternate universe dystopia! Overall, I really enjoyed FATE OF FLAMES. I absolutely loved the world-building, the powers of the Effigies and all of the character dynamics, but I was a little disappointed with how Maia handled her powers. I'll cut her some slack though because she was already starting to gain confidence in herself and in her abilities by the end of FATE OF FLAMES. Needless to say, I'm extremely excited for book 2, and I CANNOT wait to see more of Maia, Lake, Chae Rin, Belle, Rhys...and even Saul, in the sequel!! I'd recommend FATE OF FLAMES to anyone who loved Sailor Moon, or to anyone who enjoys elemental magic! *I received an ARC from Simon & Schuster Canada in exchange for an honest review. All opinions are my own. *This reviews also appears on my blog and other social media sites.
Date published: 2016-12-02
Rated 3 out of 5 by from An action packed and fast-paced, female superhero story! The first time I had heard of Fate Of Flames, it was marketed as Sailor Moon meets Avatar: The Last Airbender. Let me tell you, they had me at Sailor Moon. I grew up watching that show and to come across a novel that has a similar aspect? Consider it sold. What I Liked Our home and native land! Yes, this book partially took place in Canada! Also known as, my home and native land! One thing that has always bothered me about dystopian stories, or even blockbuster action movies for that matter, is that they all take place in The United States of America…majority of the time in New York City. My constant thought it always, “What about the rest of the world? Is everything falling apart for them too?” While, Fate of Flames does momentarily take place in New York City, it also explored other countries around the world (including my home of Canada) and I’m honestly extremely grateful for how fresh and new that is. The concept. I loved the idea of four girls with Sailor Moon-like powers. I love that while each girl is one of the only four Effigies in the world, they are all very independent. They live in, or grew up in, different countries and they all have different unique character traits which makes each girl awesome in her own right. The characters. As mentioned above, I really did enjoy a majority of the characters. Yes, even the villains. Each of the four Effigies were completely distinguishable from one another. They each had different personalities and the fact that they’re all from different places and cultural backgrounds is one of the best things about them. I loved the diversity between each of the characters as well. While I did enjoy the villains, I really do wish we could have learned a little bit more about them. I love a good backstory. What I Didn’t Like World building. I’m still not really sure how this world came to be. Why are there all of these phantoms? Where did they come from? Why do the phantoms and the Effigies have more in common than they realize in terms of their biology? I wish we got more answers, but I suppose that’s what a series of novels is eventually meant to do…answer everything later. The lack of clarity. I won’t lie. I was pretty confused about the whole Nick, Marian, Alice thing. I still don’t quite understand their story and what it all meant. I really do like the idea of each Effigy containing a piece of the previous Effigy before them. While this was an awesome idea, I wish I could have learned more about each of these characters. We had an amazing opportunity to learn more about them this way, but their story just ended up feeling a little bland. The repetitive-ness. There were a lot of action-packed battle scenes. While the first one was intriguing, it just kept happening throughout the story. These moments felt a tad redundant for me and I found myself struggling to get through them. While I did get what I promised in terms of Sailor Moon-like badass women, there were bits and pieces of this story that were lacking for me. If we got just a little more detail on some of the morally questionable villains and maybe a lower number of similar and redundant battle scenes, Fate Of Flames could be something great! I could easily see this story blowing up and becoming popular with readers all over the world!
Date published: 2016-11-23
Rated 4 out of 5 by from A great superhero origin story! Thanks to Goodreads and the publisher for a free copy of Fate of Flames! This is a sort of superhero origin story that follows Maia, a teenage girl who has just become one of the Effigies -- a group of girls with elemental power who protect the world from deadly phantoms. It's the chosen one story arc with a twist... Maia is actually a huge fan of the Effigies and, well, tends to fangirl when she's around her new colleagues. Funny, sweet, awkward, and completely relatable. While the book hints at a romantic subplot (maybe something that will play a bigger role in future books?), the strongest relationship dynamic comes from the Effigies themselves. The book isn't about falling in love; it's about friendship, working together, and finding strength in cooperation. That sounds corny when I word it that way -- I promise it doesn't come across as corny in the book -- but seriously. How refreshing is that? Oh, and there's an awesome, diverse cast of characters. In a perfect world, that would be a given in every novel, but it isn't a perfect world, so it's worth highlighting. Overall? A positive, exciting, action-packed book that avoids a lot of the pitfalls I see in this genre. I look forward to the rest of the series.
Date published: 2016-11-13
Rated 4 out of 5 by from good superhero fantasy with all female cast Fate of Flames is a superhero fantasy that was pitched by the author as “Pacific Rim meets the Avengers with a Sailor Moon cast”. There are strong superhero elements, but some of the main characters (effigies) could be described as anti-heroes. They have power thrust upon them and sometimes use their abilities for selfish or harmful purposes. This is relatable to any new teenager who is given responsibilities before feeling ready to meet the challenge. I really enjoyed this read and it is always nice to experience great books by Canadians! There is a lot of discussion regarding blogging and fan forums. This novel also demonstrates how people in the limelight have their every move scrutinized by fans and the media.The best comparable titles: The Percy Jackson Series by: Rick Riordian and Steelheart by Brandon Sanderson.
Date published: 2016-08-23

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Fate of Flames THE WAR SIREN WAILED. I gaped at the windows, my eyes locked on the sky-grazing tower that stood out against the Manhattan skyline. The Needle. Like all the others in the country, it was a tall, sleek eyesore glimmering day and night with bright streaks of the most obnoxious metallic blue running up and down its length like little live wires. It was supposed to be some kind of high frequency . . . something-something particular disrupter. Okay, I’m not great with technical terms. The important thing was that it was more than just a tourist attraction. Eyesore or not, it was the only thing keeping everyone in the city from being slaughtered very messily. Blinking lights meant we were safe. And its lights had just blinked off. No one in my algebra class said anything. No one could. We were screwed. “Okay, ch-children, just remain calm,” Mr. Whomsley shouted, though he tripped over his own feet trying to get around his desk. His sunken eyes darted around the classroom as if looking for one of us to tell him what to do next. Except we were all looking at him now, at his gaping mouth and his greasy forehead beading with sweat. I could tell he was nervous, no, terrified—terrified because the War Siren that hadn’t blown in some fifty years had just broken into short, quick pulses. The signal for a Category Three attack. It was all from the Hirsch-Johnson Phantom Disaster Scale. Four categories. Categories One and Two were already bad, with damage to infrastructure and physical injury expected to varying, awful degrees. But Category Three . . . large-scale destruction . . . city-wide terror . . . And that was just the third level. Wait. Category Three? Oh god. My nails grazed my desk. This isn’t happening. “Don’t panic!” Mr. Whomsley shuffled the papers on his desk. “Mr. Whomsley?” Janice Gellar sounded near tears. A lot of oh my gods harmonized with her whimpers in the background. My own included. “I said don’t panic. Don’t panic!” He started grasping his tie, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his sleeve. “What the hell are we supposed to do?” Rick Fielding roared from the back of the classroom. Then Whomsley finally got his beady eyes to focus, probably because he knew as well as I did that another two seconds of waffling and there’d be a bloody stampede for the door. I could already hear the doors of other classrooms opening, students filing out, teachers crying out over the terrified din: “Okay, everyone, now just proceed in a calm and orderly fashion.” Calm and orderly. Like we weren’t all going to die soon. “O-okay, students, remain calm.” Mr. Whomsley readjusted his toupee and sucked in a breath. “Proceed to the shelter in a . . . a calm and orderly fashion.” Right. The shelter. Just like the handbook said, going to the school’s underground shelter was the first thing we were supposed to do “in the event of an emergency.” ’Course, nobody really read the handbook anymore because we hadn’t had to in years. So after that . . . what were we supposed to do? As I stood from my chair, I tried to remember what those two military guys had said at that special preparedness seminar back in September—the same one they gave every year. Bits and pieces came back to me: In the rare case of a hostile attack, take only the essentials. Get to the shelter beneath the school within ten minutes of the first few warning pulses. Ten minutes. Or was it five minutes? Damn it, what had I been thinking, blogging instead of paying attention? I slung my tote bag over my shoulder and pushed my chair in. The feet groaned against the tiles, but I could barely hear it beneath the siren’s steady rhythm and my own pulse beating in my ears. “Orderly fashion!” Mr. Whomsley cried when people started shoving. “Orderly!” In front of me, Missy Stevenson was muttering deliriously under her breath, and I couldn’t blame her. New York had one of the most efficient APDs in the world. This wasn’t supposed to happen to us. “The National Guard should be here in ten to fifteen minutes,” Mr. Whomsley assured us. True. And if there was a base nearby, the Sect could get here a bit faster. That meant there was actually a chance we could make it down to the shelter alive before the big fight scene started. I inhaled an unsteady breath and nodded. Everything was good. Everything was going to be fine. Except . . . Ten to fifteen minutes would be quite enough time for a Category Three phantom to raze Manhattan to the ground. As we flooded out of the classroom and joined the long, silent death march making its way through the labyrinthine halls, I noted the terror hollowing out the faces of students and teachers alike, even those with the good sense to at least pretend to be calm and collected. Deep down, we were all hoping for the best, praying to be saved. But what if the cavalry came too late? What if nobody came to save us? Then I would end up being the city’s only hope. Oh god. I let the thought sink in as I gazed down at my clammy hands. If people knew what I could do . . . if they knew who I was, what I was, especially now, then they’d ask me to save them. Beg me. And I knew I couldn’t. But if I didn’t do something . . . I squeezed my eyes shut, my heart rattling. What the hell was I supposed to do? “Oh god, there it is!” Missy Stevenson shrieked, and it was like all of Ashford High erupted into chaos. She was pointing out the windows, up at the sky, its bright blue darkening by the second. Dead, gray clouds crackled with frantic energy, but nobody was expecting lightning. We knew better. We saw it instead. It was as if the clouds themselves were distended. A dark, twisting funnel slowly drooped out of the gray masses, but the farther it descended, the clearer its shape became. I ran to the windows with everyone else, clutching the metal bars separating us from the glass. I’d never seen one before, not up close. It looked like a coiled snake detangling itself from a net, its long, thick body trying to shake itself out of the clouds. And as it slowly dipped into the stratosphere, I could see its body of gray mist hardening, an armor of black bones sprouting down its length, gripping its skin. A phantom. A big one. The metal bars bit into my palms, pinching the blood flow. “Keep moving, students!” A teacher began shoving kids forward. “Get to the shelter. Now!” I wasn’t gaping at the sky anymore. My eyes were fixed on the chaos down below. The NYPD was doing a pretty crappy job of getting citizens off the street in a calm and orderly fashion, though a giant freaking monster appearing from nowhere probably made the task all the more difficult. Traffic had come to a full stop with too many cars going in too many directions. People were abandoning their vehicles altogether and fleeing on foot, though some multitasked and captured the chaos on their phones as they ran. It was bedlam down there. Nobody seemed to notice the tiny girl who’d hidden underneath a parked Jeep. “Keep moving, students!” Just go to the shelter, Maia, I told myself. It was okay; the police would take care of it. I managed to tear my eyes away from the girl, but they slid back again, helplessly. Nobody had noticed her. Where were her parents? Why wasn’t anyone helping her? “Maia,” a teacher called me. Mrs. Samuelson. “Get moving!” I clenched and unclenched my hands. No doubt they could all see me shaking. “Get moving, Maia!” I wanted to. God, I wanted to. But people’s lives were in danger. Neither the National Guard nor the Sect were anywhere to be found. And a horrifying monster was about to kill us all. A deep, low cry, as haunting and pure as a whale’s song, vibrated through the streets, shuddering up my bones. The tail had broken free from the clouds, sharpening to a point, coiling its way down to Earth, dangerously close to us. When this thing landed, it’d take out a good chunk of Prospect Avenue for sure. A few streets later and Ashford High would be next. June . . . if you were me, you’d do something, wouldn’t you? A stupid question. I already knew the answer. I gritted my teeth. Meanwhile, Missy Stevenson finally just flipped out. Clutching chunks of her hair, she tried to run in the other direction, howling like a banshee, pushing her way through students, and swinging wildly at whoever was dumb enough not to get out of her way. It was the distraction I needed. In that one hectic moment, I stupidly took off toward the fire exit. “Maia!” I couldn’t tell who was calling me, and it didn’t matter. I was too fast. “Maia, get back here!” Tears stung my eyes as I sped down the steps. I wasn’t ready for stuff like this: saving people, fighting things. It had only been two days, two days since fate crossed my name off the list of people’s lives to manhandle. I needed more time. Then again . . . technically, this was what I’d always wanted, in a way. This was what I’d always dreamed of, ever since I was a kid playing in the backyard with June, the two of us acting out our dumb hero fantasies with bathroom towels for capes and stuffed animals to valiantly pummel to death. To fight like one of them. To save lives like one of them. And now I was one of them. An Effigy. Careful what you wish for, I guess. Down three flights of steps and through the ground-level fire exit, I’d just rounded a corner when a crazed, bespectacled tax accountant type almost ran me over on his way inside Ashford High. He wasn’t the only one. People were rushing to find shelter; didn’t matter where. Ashford security stopped trying to reason with them altogether and started barricading the entrances. That definitely meant my teachers weren’t going to be following me any time soon, but the jury was still out on whether that was a good thing or not. I stepped out onto Seventh Avenue and looked to my left. Several buildings down, beyond the street intersection, was the little girl, red hair cascading over her face in ringlets, curled up in the fetal position underneath a gaudy red Jeep. The phantom was taking its time unspooling its long torso from the sky, which gave me time. Taking the thing on wasn’t in the cards. I was nowhere near the level I’d need to be to fight it. But if I could just get the young girl out from underneath the car and take her somewhere safe . . . Preferably without dying. This was easily the dumbest thing I’d ever done. Bracing myself for the worst, I fought through the crowds, gasping in shock when a car I’d thought was parked suddenly veered into me. Luckily, I rolled off the hood with minimal injuries. An Effigy thing, no doubt. I hadn’t really had much of an opportunity to test the full extent of what I could do, but now was as good a time as any. Rubbing my left hip I slammed the hood with a fist. “What the hell, you jackass!” But the terrified man inside was too shocked to respond. I opened his car door. “Get out and run,” I said. “Now.” He didn’t argue. The more people ran for their lives, the clearer the street got, save for all those cars, motorcycles, and trucks. I went straight for the red Jeep, squeezing through the gaps between cars, jumping on hoods when it was faster. “Hey, you! What the hell are you doing? You gotta get outta here!” a police officer was shouting from somewhere down the street. “Hey, moron!” Asshole. Ignoring him, I sped to the Jeep and knelt down on the pavement. “Hey.” I kept my voice soft and nonthreatening, but still loud enough to carry over the chaos. “I’m Maia. Maia Finley. What’re you doing all the way down there?” The girl peered up at me through her red tresses, brushing strands out of her face. “Come on, I’ll take you somewhere safe, okay?” The little girl curled her bottom lip, obviously hesitant. Unfortunately, when the sky starts crapping out giant monsters, hesitant stops being an option. “Come on.” I grabbed her hand, but the girl yanked it back. “Kid, I said come on.” “I’m scared.” She tearfully rubbed her dirty arms across her face. “Yeah, I know. We’re all sc—” A crash. The street shook beneath my knees so violently I toppled over, my arm just barely cushioning my face. My head snapped up just in time for me to see it: a long, serpent-like tail of black bones disappearing behind a thicket of trees. The phantom had landed a few streets away, probably Prospect Avenue. But if it were slithering through the streets, we’d still be able to see it, wouldn’t we? I couldn’t. Where did it go? “Okay, kid, enough’s enough.” I pulled her out from underneath the Jeep. “You like high schools? Let’s go back to mine, okay?” Sweeping the girl into my arms, I started looking for a route back to Ashford. “It’ll be fun. There’s this really big shelter under . . .” Underground. The phantom wasn’t on Prospect Avenue at all. “Hey, kid!” The same NYPD officer. He yanked my arm with fat pasty fingers. “Come on, let’s go. You gotta get off the streets; there’s no time.” “Wait,” I sputtered. “Wait. I think it’s—” “Civilians are evacuating to the subway. Come on.” He started pulling me. “But I think it’s under—I think it’s under—” Rumbling. I swiveled around. The little girl clung to my neck. Each unsteady breath scraped my throat. Officer Friendly let me go immediately and joined me in staring down the street in absolute horror. “It’s underground,” I whispered. The phantom surged out of the street, leaving a violent torrent of rubble in its wake. Its body arched in the air, knocking off a traffic light, smashing through lampposts with a long reptilian head covered in a helmet of black bones. It was coming for us. “Run!” yelled the officer, though I could barely hear him, what with the little girl splitting my eardrums. Run? Where? The phantom was yards and yards away, granted, but it was coming for us. There was no way we could outrun it. There was just no way. We were dead. My arms started shaking so violently I thought I’d drop the kid altogether. Maybe my subconscious was sending me a message: Forget her. I hugged her tighter against my chest. No one could move. It was coming. It was coming. My brain was screaming at me: Do something! You’re an Effigy. Set it on fire! Burn it to a crisp! Just do it! I started crying instead, my feet cemented to the spot. We were about to die, and yet there I was, an Effigy, blubbering like a tool. We were going to die, and when we did, it would be my fault. “Move.” A quiet, forceful word delivered through the thick mesh of a French accent. I turned just in time to catch the delicate sway of the girl’s long blond hair. Those two things were all I needed to recognize her, because I was pathetically obsessed with this girl. Obsessed enough to know her by the defiant click of her boots against the pavement. Belle Rousseau. Oh my god, Belle. What was she doing in New York? The last I’d heard, she was in Moscow. I’d seen the pictures. Hell, I’d blogged about the pictures just last night. Didn’t matter now. My lips trembled into a small, shell-shocked grin. The National Guard. Sect troops. NYPD. Guess New York didn’t need them after all. “What’s going on?” The little girl, who’d burrowed her face into the nape of my neck, shifted just enough to stare at the tall, beautiful nineteen-year-old walking down the abandoned street. “Just watch.” By now I was half-crazed with a mixture of glee and pure relief. I was about to see with my own eyes what Belle Rousseau did best. The phantom launched down the street toward Belle, knocking cars out of its path and sending them flying. The collision was inevitable. The collision was glorious. Belle dug her boots into the street to ground herself. Then she lifted her hands. Her hands were all it took. The phantom’s body crumpled, the force of the impact propelling it upward until it crashed against a lamppost, tearing it down. I was blown to the ground, but I cushioned the little girl’s head with my upper arm before rolling onto my back. Belle had been pushed back too, her knees buckling, her boots tearing the pavement as she slid across it, but she stood her ground. Then, finally, it happened. The air around me grew heavy and cold, so cold I could see my own haggard breaths dispersing into the atmosphere. I watched, awestruck, as frost crept from Belle’s fingers, still clenched around the bones of the phantom’s skull head. As she gripped them, the frost spread across the skull and down the phantom’s length, continuing, relentlessly, until its body was covered entirely in thick lattices of ice. “You’re done,” she said, and pushed. Just like that, the phantom’s body shattered into a blizzard of ice and snow, blown away with the wind. In that one haunting moment, I realized that I would never have stood a chance against the creature. That despite whatever insane, heroic delusion had compelled me to stupidly risk my life during a Category Three attack, there was just no comparison between the two of us. No comparison at all between Belle Rousseau and the ridiculous Maia Finley. Even though we were both Effigies.

Editorial Reviews

A 16-year-old becomes the latest in a long line of young women imbued with elemental powers and charged to defend the world from invading monsters. Maia Finley, who has long idolized the so-called Effigies, unexpectedly becomes the new Fire Effigy when the previous one dies. She is taken in by an organization known as the Sect for training, but all plans are disrupted by the emergence of Saul, an enigmatic man with the unprecedented ability to control the phantoms that have terrorized humanity for more than a century. To defeat Saul, Maia must reunite the Effigies, no easy task. In a thrilling adventure with echoes of Pacific Rim, Avatar: The Last Airbender, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Raughley (Feather Bound) depicts the cost of power, the lure of fame, and the trauma of overwhelming stress in a compelling story with memorably flawed heroines. References to our world (Star Trek, Popsicles) in an alternate Earth that has seen monumental change (like the destruction of Seattle in the 1960s) are slightly jarring, but it’s a minor quibble in an engrossing kickoff to the Effigies series. Ages 14–up.