Horde by Ann AguirreHorde by Ann Aguirre


byAnn Aguirre

Paperback | August 5, 2014

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The epic conclusion to Ann Aguirre's USA Today-bestselling Razorland trilogy.

The horde is coming.

Salvation is surrounded, monsters at the gates, and this time, they're not going away. When Deuce, Fade, Stalker, and Tegan set out, the odds are against them. But the odds have been stacked against Deuce from the moment she was born. She might not be a Huntress anymore, but she doesn't run. With her knives in hand and her companions at her side, she will not falter, whether fighting for her life or Fade's love.

Ahead, the battle of a lifetime awaits. Freaks are everywhere, attacking settlements, setting up scouts, perimeters, and patrols. There hasn't been a war like this in centuries, and humans have forgotten how to stand and fight. Unless Deuce can lead them.

This time, however, more than the fate of a single enclave or outpost hangs in the balance. This time, Deuce carries the banner for the survival of all humanity.

ANN AGUIRRE is a bestselling author whose first novel for young adults, Enclave, was praised by Publishers Weekly. Outpost, the second book in the Razorland Trilogy, was a USA Today bestseller. She lives in Mexico with her family.
Title:HordeFormat:PaperbackDimensions:464 pages, 8.26 × 5.49 × 1.31 inPublished:August 5, 2014Publisher:Square FishLanguage:English

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ISBN - 13:9781250050779


Rated 5 out of 5 by from Perfect Ending The ending to this story was perfect. The conclusion was good and had just the right amount of sorrow through out the book so you won't forget it anytime soon.
Date published: 2018-01-20
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Took a Bit to Get Into I had a hard time getting into this book when I first started it, I think it may have just been because I didn't love the second book in the trilogy. Once I got into this one, I really ended up enjoying it! I thought it was a great ending to the trilogy and it really wrapped things up well. There are some super sad moments but also some super happy ones, you get a bit of both, it's the perfect mixture
Date published: 2017-02-19
Rated 5 out of 5 by from One of my Favorite Series of All Time Incredible! This book was epic!!! It has defiantly become one of my favorite series of all time. And this book is definitely my favorite of all three. It made cried, laugh, smile, and shy at times. From delighted to depressed, from calm to anxious, and from glowing to frowning, there was no emotion that I have not experienced. It was like riding on a roller coaster. You never know what's going to happen next or what emotions you will be feeling. It was brilliant! I was completely moved and inspired by this book. Believe me when I say that I do not just say that to every book. When I first went into this world, I was not expecting much. In fact, if it wasn't because of a friend's recommendations, I probably will never read, or even touched this series. And I would have missed out so much. This book constantly surprised me. I can never predict what's going to happen next. With so many twist and turns, plus the fast pasting, it kept me on board the entire time. There were never a dull moment. It was upbeat and exhilarating. It kept me vigorous!
Date published: 2016-11-30
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Why!!!!! (Spoiler Alert) Skipping so people don't read this spoiler Why did stalker die!! He was my favorite character!!! AHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRGGGGHHHHH! Please tell Mr Ann Aguirre's email so I can rage at her
Date published: 2014-08-03
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Why!!!!! (Spoiler Alert) Skipping so people don't read this spoiler Why did stalker die!! He was my favorite character!!! AHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRGGGGHHHHH! Please tell Mr Ann Aguirre's email so I can rage at her
Date published: 2014-08-03
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The Razorland series One of the best series I've read, and I've read a lot.
Date published: 2014-06-27
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing finish Amazing finish to a great trilogy!
Date published: 2014-03-18
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Horde Ahh, I was so sad to leave this world behind and I'll miss the people within the pages of this series. The mark of a truely great writer is someone who makes you fully commit to the story. Thanks Ann for a fabulous ride I hope you'll plan another one soon!!
Date published: 2014-02-05
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Horde Awesome it touched my heart.
Date published: 2014-01-27
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A Fantastic Ending to a Great Trilogy! "Horde" by Ann Aguirre is the third book in her spine-tingling, action- packed Razorland series. The story opens with Freaks , a mutant species swarming the gates of Salvation, an insular community where resistance is weak. As Deuce, Fade, Stalker and Tegan flee with the survivors to the safety of Soldier's Pond, the Huntress vows to end the tyranny attacking humanity. With the help of her friends she raises up a banner of freedom, struggling against animosity, rejection and complacency to form an army that can battle the horde of Freaks. With the fate of mankind as the price for failure Deuce will have to find an inner spark of courage to persist and when she does an unexpected alliance will be offered. This is a story of persistence, friendship, deliverance and love amidst war, chaos and bloodshed. The plot moves quickly, the action never slowing as Deuce and her friends battle against overwhelming odds. The characters are realistic and complex especially Deuce and Fade who capture the reader's interest from the first page to the last. Deuce Oaks is determined, committed and brave; a young woman with a fighting spirit. Her soul mate Fade, haunted by his imprisonment is courageous, facing his nightmares, his strength and love determining his future. Stalker, a Wolf, leader of the scouts is a loner, a strategist with keen tracking skills who struggles to make amends for his past mistakes. Tegan, the healer is patient, kind and proficient, her loyalty to Deuce and her friends unwavering. These are only a few of the personalities that lend depth to this fascinating story. But it is the Freaks with their heartlessness, blood-lust, cannibalism and unrelenting anger that engenders hair-raising fear in the plot. Ann Aguirre has written an imaginative series that holds the reader spell-bound from the first novel to this last one. I thoroughly enjoyed it and highly recommend it.
Date published: 2014-01-06
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Horde - amazing Amazing ending to an outstanding series! Amazing characters! Amazing plot! With amazing action and romance! Couldn't stop reading and still never had enough! Just AMAZING !
Date published: 2013-12-27
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing This is the best dystopian series I've read. Great characters, a strong story. Amazing. I was sad to see it end.
Date published: 2013-12-20
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Perfect This was a perfect ending to an awesome story. Thoroughly enjoyed it,
Date published: 2013-12-12
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Finished nicely Did not end how I thought I might, was a nice surprise and I think the readers will enjoy how the author finishes the book but also shows how not everything is exactly as it seems, Really enjoyed this series
Date published: 2013-12-02
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Perfect Awesome ending to the series. Loved it
Date published: 2013-11-09
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Thankful I cried, I laughed, I smiled. Thank you for an epic trilogy Ann Aguirre.
Date published: 2013-11-04

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Quest I left without looking back.This wouldn’t be easy, but it was necessary to leave our loved ones under siege to fetch help for Salvation. The decision hurt my heart too; my foster mother’s face would haunt me, so wounded and brave, older than I’d known a woman could become yet remain strong and vital. She glimmered like a promise of hope that my flame needn’t flicker and burn out before I had a chance to live. Once I’d thought old meant twenty-five, but my time in Salvation had changed my perceptions. Now it was strange to imagine I might not be entering the middle of my life.Into the dark I quickened my steps, eyes sharp for Freaks prowling beyond normal perimeters. Behind us, I heard them shrieking challenges to the men guarding the walls. Rifles cracked out when they rushed, but I couldn’t turn, no matter how much I wished otherwise. My course was fixed by the shadowy line traced on the priceless map secured in the leather folio in my pack. Before we’d left, I had studied it with complete focus, memorizing each twist and turn of the route, each handwritten note left by Longshot about good game-hunting or fresh water. It was two days to Soldier’s Pond, two more back, once we mustered the necessary reinforcements. That dot on the parchment represented the best hope of saving the people who had taught me so much about life, that it could be more than just hunting and killing.Momma Oaks. Edmund.I couldn’t let myself think of them or I’d falter. Instead I pressed on, silent and wary, listening to the Freaks behind us. With a glance over my shoulder, I reassured myself that Fade was still at my back. Tegan and Stalker walked on either flank, she with her lopsided gait and unshakable loyalty, he with his curved knives in his hands and his eyes fixed on the horizon, though he couldn’t see what lay ahead as well as I could.That came with being the night girl. Reflexively I adjusted my pack, reassured by the weight of the book that had traveled with us all the way from the ruins. Maybe I didn’t need it, but it had become my talisman, every bit as much as the tattered playing card sewn into a hidden pocket inside my shirt. Edmund had explained that my token from down below was part of a fifty-two-piece set, and it was a low card. That seemed fitting, as it served to keep me humble.“See anything?” Tegan asked.“Just some night-prowling animals. The enemy’s behind us.”“I know,” she said softly.The grass crisped under our feet, liberally sprinkled with early fallen fronds. It wasn’t yet turning time, when all the leaves changed colors and dropped from the branches, but there were always a few to crackle as we went. We ran all through the night with periodic breaks for rest and water while I checked the maps by the moonlight shining overhead. By the time the sun crept over the horizon in delicate whorls of rose and amber, I was exhausted—and disgusted with my own weakness. Down below Fade and I had run a much more dangerous route in faster time, but we had to account for Tegan’s slower strides too. Though the girl was all heart, her leg couldn’t carry her indefinitely at the same pace that the rest of us set, and she was limping now, brackets of pain beside her mouth. I didn’t make the mistake of noting it out loud, however.“Time to make camp.” I signaled for Stalker to scout the perimeter, and it was a measure of how much he’d changed that he didn’t balk at the order, merely set off to do as I’d asked.As I laid out my blankets, Fade asked, “No fire?”I shook my head. “The sun will be up soon. We won’t need it.”Tegan added, “We’ll smell them coming if any of those behind us get close.”I nodded at that. This reminded me an awful lot of when we’d wandered the wilderness with only stories handed down by Fade’s sire. At least this time we have maps, a route to follow. I wouldn’t call it a road, exactly, but I spotted faint lines where Longshot’s wagon—along with others, I was sure—had passed back and forth often enough to reassure me I was still navigating the proper course.As I handed around the meat, bread, and cheese Momma Oaks had packed, Stalker returned. “The general area’s clear, though I don’t like the way it smells to the east.”“Are we being followed?” I asked.I ate in economical bites, sufficient to keep me going, but not make it difficult to rest on an over-full stomach. The others did the same, experienced with balancing the need to stay strong against the wisdom of conserving our resources. After tonight, the meat would be gone, but the bread and cheese should stretch all the way to the end of our journey.Soberly, Stalker nodded. “We should expect an attack while we’re sleeping … and hope it’s not more than we can handle.”I swore quietly, the worst word I’d learned during the summer patrols. “I’d hoped they didn’t spot us coming out of the tunnel.”“I don’t think they did,” Fade put in. Out here, he was more his old self, quiet and alert, less of the bleak despair. “I suspect they can smell us just as easily we do them.”Of course. The minute he said it, I remembered—and recognized the truth. The Freaks didn’t need to see us emerge; the minute we stepped into the wind, we entered their territory. Like any predator, they noticed such incursions and would take steps to eliminate the threat. If we were lucky, it was only a small hunting party, not a significant portion of the horde. Though maybe that would help Salvation if a large number gave chase—we could lead them away from the town toward Soldier’s Pond. The settlers there wouldn’t thank us for it, but they might believe the threat was real faster.“How’s that possible?” Tegan demanded, looking offended.“They’re animals,” Stalker answered. “They have keen senses like a wolf too, and they notice anything that doesn’t match the Freak stench.”“That’s how I was able to—” I cut myself off before I said rescue Fade, knowing it would be hard for him to hear.Too soon. Deep down, I wanted him to appreciate what I’d done, what I’d risked for him, because there weren’t any limits on how far I’d go for my boy. But his black eyes flashed; he knew even if I didn’t speak the words out loud. With a sinking heart, I watched him turn away to lay his bedroll with exaggerated care.“Able to what?” Tegan asked.Stalker replied for me with unexpected tact. “Sneak past some Freaks. Deuce rubbed herself with their parts—blood and worse stuff—until she reeked. They didn’t notice her, though most of them were sleeping.”Some was a massive understatement. That was our first sight of the horde, sufficient to slay everyone in Salvation, and then sweep onward to pillage any surviving settlements. The memory swept over me, Freaks awful and staggering in their numbers, and armed with fire they’d stolen from our outpost. I battened down my alarm, knowing I wouldn’t do the townsfolk any good if I panicked.“That’s ingenious,” Tegan decided. “And disgusting.” She cocked her head, thoughtful. “Does that mean they don’t see particularly well?”“I have no idea.” To the best of my knowledge, nobody had ever studied the Freaks. Anyone who got near one chose to dispatch it instead, for obvious reasons.“I’d like to find out,” she murmured.While I wished Tegan luck in her quest for knowledge, I preferred killing them. “It was dark … and like he said, most were asleep. I wouldn’t count on them having impaired vision.”Stalker sat down opposite me, his icy gaze layered. The kiss he’d given me the night before felt like a weight, one I needed to displace before I could be worthy of Fade, who would hate it even more when I told him that I’d kissed Stalker freely in order to get him to promise to run back to Salvation to warn them if Fade and I didn’t make it back.At this point, however, we had more important things to worry about, so I set those matters aside, as Stalker said, “I’ll take first watch.”“Second,” I murmured.The others claimed third and fourth respectively, which would grant us all a decent amount of sleep. Fade handed his timepiece to Stalker to make it easier to tell when the two hours were up; once Fade and Tegan would’ve argued at Stalker guarding the encampment alone, but both of them merely rolled up in their blankets as the sun rose higher. I was tired, so I dropped off immediately, and I dreamed of Salvation burning while Momma Oaks wept, and Silk, the lead Huntress down below, shouted at me that I was a Breeder, not a Huntress. Jolting awake, I rolled out of my blankets onto the sun-warmed grass and lay squinting up at the blue sky threaded with white wisps. Clouds, they were called. Supposedly, this was where rain came from.Not realizing anyone else was awake, I wondered aloud, “Of all the people in the enclave, why couldn’t I keep Thimble in my head? Or Stone?”My friends from the enclave might not have kept me from making the long walk, but I had fond memories of them. Thimble used to make us things even before she was officially a Builder, while Stone protected us both. I wished I could dream about them instead of Silk, who had put fear into everyone under her command.“I don’t know,” Stalker answered. “But I think about this one cub all the time. He followed me everywhere. But he didn’t have the heart to take power. He died young.”“What was his name?”“Rule,” he said. “Because he always followed them.”It sounded like the Wolves’ naming traditions had been similar to ours, though they focused on a personal trait, not a naming gift. Quietly, I said as much, and Stalker nodded.“The leader christened our cubs. At eight winters, we earned our names.”“How?” It was odd to think they had traditions other than capturing trespassers and stealing girls from other gangs, but by the way his face tightened, he didn’t want to talk about it, so I added, “Never mind. You should get some rest.”“Thanks. It was all quiet.” He handed me Fade’s watch as he rolled into his blankets.I pushed into a cross-legged position and served as sentry while the others slept. As I had done down below, I entertained myself with studying Fade, but the activity had more meaning now that I’d stroked his hair and kissed his mouth. The ache those memories roused in me were fierce as a rainstorm, thunder booming in my heart. With sheer discipline I looked away from the curled crescents of his lashes and the quiet curve of his lips. Those hours passed with only the quiet chatter of birds and the scramble of small creatures in the undergrowth. We had chosen a shaded spot, beneath a stand of trees, where the grass was soft and the light filtered through the foliage overhead to dappled green.I was sleepy again by the time I woke Fade, but I was still alert enough not to do it by shaking him. Instead, I knelt beside him and whispered, “Your watch.”He roused instantly, one hand on his knife. “Anything?”“No trouble so far.”“Good. Stalker’s right, though. They’re hunting us.”“I know.”I had been prey often enough that I recognized the prickling feel of enemies nearby. Unfortunately until the wind shifted just right, it was impossible to know how far away the Freaks were. We had to rest while we could and then press on. Fighting wasn’t our top priority; our mission was to summon help, and I couldn’t contemplate the cost of failure. If necessary, we’d take evasive action and head for Soldier’s Pond even faster.“I don’t like our chances,” Fade said.“Of surviving the run or summoning help?”He shrugged, unwilling to articulate his doubts. Deliberately I moved over beside him. I set my hand beside his in the grass. He knew—he had to know—that if things were different, I’d lace my fingers through his. But he didn’t want that, couldn’t stand that, and I read the awareness of my gesture in his altered posture. Fade straightened his fingers beside mine, and for a few seconds, I felt every blade of grass on my palm as if they were his fingertips.“I hope I prove of some use,” he said then.“You’re here. That’s enough.” I hesitated and decided there might not be a better moment—and I couldn’t continue without telling him. So in a quiet rush, I explained what was bothering me about the good-bye kiss I’d given Stalker in the woods and the one he took by surprise the night before, and how those moments conflicted with the promise I’d made Fade regarding exclusive kissing rights. I felt like I’d broken faith with him, but I didn’t regret bringing him back safe.His expression went flat, his eyes dark as night-kissed water. “I don’t understand why you’re telling me this. You can do whatever you like. I already said, we aren’t…” He trailed off and shrugged, as if I already knew what he meant.Worse, I did. He was talking about the termination of everything we had been together, but if Fade thought we could just go back to being hunting partners, like we had been down below, before I understood anything about feelings or the way he held my heart in his hands without touching me, then he was purely mistaken. I clenched my teeth against an angry spate of words. Though Tegan had counseled patience, sometimes it was hard.He went on in a quietly aching tone, “So it doesn’t matter what you did to get me back. By then, it was already too late.”“It’s not,” I said. “I won’t let it be. But you deserve absolute honesty. What happened with Stalker wasn’t something I asked for, but I’d do anything for you, and that’s a fact.”“Some things,” he whispered, “you just shouldn’t.”I didn’t ask if he meant his rescue or the deal with Stalker that involved kissing. I couldn’t resist pushing, just a little. “So it won’t bother you if I find someone else?”His jaw clenched, and I saw the muscle move before he got it under control. “I thought you said you’d fight for me.”“And you said it’s too late.” I offered him a faint smile along with his watch. “So it’s a good thing I don’t intend to listen to you.”The soft sigh puffed out of him in relief before he could stop it. That was all the confirmation I needed. At least in this regard, I couldn’t take Fade’s word at face value. His mouth was saying things his heart didn’t mean, out of pain and darker feelings that would probably cut me in two. At last I followed Tegan’s advice about not pushing him too far, and I shifted back to my bedroll without further conversation. I didn’t turn my back when I drifted off to sleep, either. Let him look at me, if he wants to. In fact, I hoped he did, and that he felt one fraction of what I did. It might bring him back to me sooner. Just as in this desperate quest, I was running blind and hoping that the journey ended with Fade beside me.When next I woke, the world was a blur of snarls and yellow fangs. Copyright © 2013 by Ann Aguirre

Editorial Reviews

"[Enclave] is a young adult dystopian novel and has been compared to the hit series The Hunger Games. To say we're excited is a major understatement." -ElleGirl.com"In her first young adult novel, Aguirre has created a gritty and highly competent heroine, an equally deadly sidekick/love interest, and a fascinating if unpleasant civilization. This series is likely to hold considerable appeal for fans of The Hunger Games." -Publishers Weekly"Enclave is dark and thrilling, fast-paced and intense. With some graphic and gross imagery and a hard look at a post-apocalyptic world, Aguirre has taken themes from Scott Westerfeld and an assortment of zombie literature and created something that is very much her own--and a very engaging read." -RT Book Reviews"This well-paced zombie-esque adventure in an urban wasteland will keep fans happy." -Kirkus Reviews"Aguirre's young adult debut is a gripping survival story set in an apocalyptic future. . . . This is a tense, action-packed dystopia with intriguingly gray characters." -Booklist"Deuce's passion for life, even in her bleakest moments, is contagious, and that passion exemplifies the nebulous force that has driven all of these individuals to persist in the face of awful options." -The Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books