Prodigy: A Legend Novel by Marie LuProdigy: A Legend Novel by Marie Lu

Prodigy: A Legend Novel

byMarie Lu

Paperback | April 8, 2014

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The second book in Marie Lu’s New York Times bestselling LEGEND trilogy—perfect for fans of THE HUNGER GAMES and DIVERGENT!

June and Day arrive in Vegas just as the unthinkable happens: the Elector Primo dies, and his son Anden takes his place. With the Republic edging closer to chaos, the two join a group of Patriot rebels eager to help Day rescue his brother and offer passage to the Colonies. They have only one request—June and Day must assassinate the new Elector.

It’s their chance to change the nation, to give voice to a people silenced for too long. 

But as June realizes this Elector is nothing like his father, she’s haunted by the choice ahead. What if Anden is a new beginning? What if revolution must be more than loss and vengeance, anger and blood—what if the Patriots are wrong?

In this highly-anticipated sequel to the New York Times bestseller Legend, Lu delivers a breathtaking thriller with high stakes and cinematic action. 


"Masterful." —The Los Angeles Times

"Lu's action-packed series is the real deal." Entertainment Weekly 
Marie Lu ( is the author of the New York Times bestselling Legend series. She graduated from the University of Southern California and jumped into the video game industry, working for Disney Interactive Studios as a Flash artist. Now a full-time writer, she spends her spare time reading, drawing, playing Assassin’s Cree...
Title:Prodigy: A Legend NovelFormat:PaperbackDimensions:416 pages, 8.25 × 5.5 × 1.06 inPublished:April 8, 2014Publisher:Penguin Young Readers GroupLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0142427551

ISBN - 13:9780142427552


Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great Just finished this book. I really enjoyed it and its continuation from the first book. Can't wait to start the 3rd book now
Date published: 2018-09-21
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Fanatastic, better than the first Usually sequels fail to live up to their predecessors, but this book was not a disappointment! Plot becomes much deeper and you feel the struggles of the protagonists. Great book!
Date published: 2018-08-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Twists and amazing world-building Marie Lu excels at driving forward the development and conflicts of her characters in the previous novel, further highlighting the uniqueness of the world she built in this fast-paced trilogy.
Date published: 2018-08-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from amazing the stpry elevates woth Day and June and is 100% my favourite book in the series
Date published: 2018-07-30
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A wonderful read My queen Marie Lu delivered another amazing book I was unable to put down.
Date published: 2018-07-14
Rated 5 out of 5 by from YES!!!!! i loved this book sooo much!! Just absolutely amazing!!!!!
Date published: 2018-07-11
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loveeee Probably the best book in the series, amazing that plot twist tho
Date published: 2018-07-05
Rated 3 out of 5 by from enjoyable series the series starts to go downhill and seem like all of the other utopian society ones.
Date published: 2018-05-22
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Good The continuing story of June and Day was an exciting and sometimes suspenseful read. Can't wait to read the third book.
Date published: 2018-05-16
Rated 5 out of 5 by from I loved it I bought this a month ago and im so glad that I did
Date published: 2018-05-10
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great but somehow a peculiar read I really liked this book but somehow I couldn't manage to go through it fluently (I read three other entire books while reading this one). That's why the four stars: because of the peculiar relationship I developed towards this book. Anyway, I really loved it at the end, and I can't wait to see what happens next -though I can already think of something...
Date published: 2018-03-22
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved it I thought I could tell where this story was heading but then it went and totally surprised me. For real, there is seriously zero second book syndrome here. The world is creative and the story is super character-driven, which makes it even more emotional. Marie Lu's writing is just SO strong. I liked The Young Elites, but this is more like Warcross!! It's so well executed that it deserves all the hype & more.
Date published: 2018-03-21
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Can't put it down! IMO better than the first, love this sequel!
Date published: 2018-01-16
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Awesome second book A great follow up to Legend. Couldn't put it down!
Date published: 2018-01-04
Rated 3 out of 5 by from ok This book was very difficult to get into
Date published: 2017-12-28
Rated 3 out of 5 by from ok I am so excited for this to be delivered!
Date published: 2017-12-09
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Really liked Great sequel - excited to read the last book! Loving this trilogy, one of the only dystopian ones I really liked.
Date published: 2017-10-14
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing Read! Lu’s world-building is unbelievable in this sequel. Everything about the plot and pacing is excellent. These two characters have faced a lot. There are moments when they seem perfect for each other and some where it looks like they are not. I still find myself picturing them far older than 15 given how mature/strong they are. The secondary characters such as Tess, Kaede, Razor are also fantastic. And the ending! So perfect, if not a little heartbreaking. I am incredibly excited for the final installment!
Date published: 2017-10-01
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Seriously loved this book As the second book in the Legend series I was blown away. I could not put down this book as there were many twists and turns. The ending was what really captivated me and I couldn't be more excited to read the next book in this series!
Date published: 2017-08-09
Rated 5 out of 5 by from LOVE Loved the sequel! Loved all the tensions that just keep building!
Date published: 2017-08-01
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great! This was a great sequel and cant wait for what's to come!
Date published: 2017-06-12
Rated 5 out of 5 by from I really enjoyed it I loved the first book in this series and this book didn't disappoint! Picks up right where the first one ends and has a great story line!
Date published: 2017-03-23
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Interesting Read I really like it, because it went in a direction that I didn't see coming and that you got to learn more about the characters. I can't wait for the conclusion of the series.
Date published: 2017-02-23
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great Sequel Just like Legend, I found it fast paces and exciting. I enjoyed the characters and the plot and the overall pacing of this novel. All around great book
Date published: 2017-02-21
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Unsure God my feelings on this book are mixed. For the most part I liked the story and there were so many good things about it. We get to see what happened to the rest of the world which very rarely happens in dystopian books (including news broadcasts from other countries), there are multiple male gay/bisexual characters, and there was fast paced plot and an exciting ending. But there was also so much of this book that I was just really blah about, I like June and Day as characters and friends but I didn't buy their relationship as a couple for most of the book. They were just so filpfloppy about everything. One second they were in love and then (sometimes literally on the same page) they would be confused about their feelings and kissing other people. Also June constantly telling us the exact minutes that something had been happening for, or describing everything in way too much detail in brackets mid-sentence, was starting to get really annoying. Overall I am just very undecided on how to feel about this book, but I will be starting Champion soon and finishing the trilogy.
Date published: 2017-01-30
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Wonderful! I love this story so much! I can't believe it ended that way!
Date published: 2017-01-14
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing! This book made me cry with the heartbreaking ending. I truly love Marie lu and her style of writing. I would definitely recommend this book to anyone looking for a dystopian novel similar to hunger games or divergent!
Date published: 2017-01-10
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great Sequel After a long reading slump, this book jolted me out of it. The characters were dynamic, the story was compelling, I can't wait to finish this series.
Date published: 2017-01-05
Rated 4 out of 5 by from satisfying this is a good sequel with lots of awesome characters.
Date published: 2017-01-02
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Fantastic This was so amazing. I loved it! Marie Lu's writing is wonderful!
Date published: 2017-01-01
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Super Sequel Loved the second book. I picked up the third off my shelf right away. :)
Date published: 2016-12-20
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great Sequel It was a great second book to the series but i feel like something else could have been added to make it better and superior. Other than that, loved the story and finished it in a manner of days.
Date published: 2016-12-05
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Such a wonderful sequel!!! I wasn't too sure if I loved Legend since sometimes the characters got on my nerves and I couldn't quite relate, but this sequel totally blew my mind. It was action-packed and the characters that I found I didn't like in the first book? Well, I fell in love with them in this one. I truly recommend this book to everyone that wants a breathtaking experience.
Date published: 2016-11-30
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great Sequel Amazing sequel, loved the suspense and adventure. #plumreviews
Date published: 2016-11-26
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved it! I loved this trilogy!!!! Day and June are two of my favourite characters of all time. Marie Lu's writing is fantastic.
Date published: 2016-10-11
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Amazing Sequel! After almost a month, I've finished this wonderful book. I'm kind of glad I took so long to read this because I feel as though I enjoyed it a lot more than I would've if I read it quickly. I was in a reading slump when I started this book, but I finished my other current read and then started reading Prodigy again. It pulled me right out of my slump! This book was so much better than Legend, and the ending was even more heartbreaking. I got even more attached to all the character in this book. Marie Lu's writing style is just so easy to read and is really captivating! There was so much action in this book, and so much happened in general! I can't wait to start Champion and see what happens to all of the characters! I don't know how Lu is going to wrap this story up, but I'm sure she'll do an amazing job!
Date published: 2016-04-16
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Uninspiring and forgettable I only read this because I had bought the whole trilogy in a box set. I didn't like the first one (it was simply OK), but this was a real fight to read. I didn't feel any connection to the characters, not their story or the plot. The writing isn't bad though, it's just that the story doesn't work for me at all. Is confusing and jumpy and no one really seem to have a goal or a reason for their actions. I read it in the end of 2014 and today, about 6 months later, when I am writing this, I don't even remember what it was about. That's the kind of impact it had on me.
Date published: 2015-09-05
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing This book was an amazing sequel. It kept me on the edge of my seat never wanting to stop. Many late night were used to read this as I couldn't stop. Can't wait to start the next book!
Date published: 2015-03-19
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Not so happy Honestly was quite disappointed in the end. Very depressing and open to negative interpretation. Overall stressful and sad
Date published: 2015-02-01
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing This book contains every possible thing a reader would want, love,action,drama,thriler.. This is one of the best books i have ever read
Date published: 2015-01-17
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great Book I highly recommended this book. It's an incredible book. You should read Legend before this book and read the whole series if you read this book.
Date published: 2015-01-11
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great Book I highly recommended this book. It's an incredible book. You should read Legend before this book and read the whole series if you read this book.
Date published: 2015-01-11
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Solid Solid book! A little too similar to Divergent and Hunger Games but still a solid read. I would recommend to friends.
Date published: 2014-12-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Just when you thought.. couldn't get any better. Phenomenal story. Can't wait to read the last book.
Date published: 2014-08-30
Rated 5 out of 5 by from amazing plotting Theres a plot twist alright. Warning: Sad ending which makes me really want to continue on reading the third book. Im pretty sure the last book's going to be epic.
Date published: 2014-07-31
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great My favorite of the 3
Date published: 2014-07-20
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Good Good read, was a little slow at times but picked it up in the end
Date published: 2014-05-19
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing amazing, I love this book I cant wait to read the next book!
Date published: 2014-01-08
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing I loved it! The ongoing struggle that the characters must face both in their society and in their relationship adds to the intrigue of the novel and kept me reading for hours on end :)
Date published: 2013-11-16
Rated 4 out of 5 by from good read. enjoyed it.. just waiting for the next book.
Date published: 2013-09-25
Rated 5 out of 5 by from So much deeper This is not just a sexual, it is an opportunity to revel in an author honing their craft. Fantastic characterization, amazing perspectives and paradigm breaks. Excellent story.
Date published: 2013-08-18
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Good Read, not as good as Part 1 - Legend If you enjoyed reading Legend, you will definitely enjoy this sequel to it. The characters are more developed and the story continues to grow in an interesting way. Good action and plot. Legend still stands out as a better book overall but this is quite a good read also.
Date published: 2013-06-24
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Why did I read this? Defiantely not written for a 43 yo dad. But I csn see why my daughter liked it. I will read the next one too.
Date published: 2013-06-17
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great Sequel with Amazing Characters! Wow, so I finally finished Prodigy! After it sat on my shelf for a month, and then took another two months to actually read! That may sound like a bad thing to most readers. I know I usually take one or two days to actually read a book. However, this one took me so long to get through because I kept getting freaked out about where Marie Lu was taking the story. It was so intense, and all the emotions that June and Day were feeling towards each other were escalating, and old characters were coming back and secrets were coming to light, and I didn’t know who to trust anymore! I knew that if I was going to really enjoy the last two thirds of the book, I just need to sit down and READ IT in one sitting. So I went outside to my backyard, lied down on top of our picnic table with my cool shades, a glass of water, and my dog panting beside me, and I read the book. I didn’t notice the heat, I toned out of all the bugs flying around my legs (after a few good swats they stayed away), and the only time I moved was to adjust the book to block out the sun. I was so absorbed and so happy that I was reading this book and enjoying it (while cringing, and sighing, and yearning, and screaming). What made me initially kind of stop reading was when Day and June get separated. After all that work to get them together (plus all the sexual tension buildup), I almost cried. Then the whole thing turned into a love-square!!! A square guys! I was like, what is Marie Lu is trying to do? Separate them and show that they don’t need each other? NO. That is not allowed. They both may be independent, confident, and motivated badasses, but they NEED each other! At this point it was about one third of the way done. I was crying inside. I hated what the author was making those poor characters go through. But in the end, it was necessary. You’ll see why. It doesn’t involve sunshine and daisies, let me tell you that. I was screaming (inside, but still screaming nonetheless), when I got to that ending. But it was what the story needed. The pacing is excellent. Legend and Prodigy have a very similar feel in that both characters endure a lot of emotional and physical pain but survive it by relying on one another and on their own smarts. June returns to being her cold, calculated self, but her introspection reveals how much she’s changed from her past naïve outlook. However, she’s still very optimistic. Day, on the other hand, is somewhat of a pessimist. Everything that has gone wrong in his life up until this point, has, so it makes sense that he’s a little (a lot) cynical of the system, of leadership, of relationships . . . I think I felt the most for him throughout this book because he has to watch June infiltrate her old government and pretend to be her old self while trying to suck up to the new leadership Meanwhile, he has to do everything he can for the Patriots in order to make sure that June and him can get out of this mess alive. I did not see those twists at the end coming. I thought the whole plot was pretty straight-forward. I knew what to expect from June and from Day. Then everything went out the window and got ran over by a truck. I was like, WHAAAT?? Maybe it was because I hadn’t read it in an entire sitting that I hadn’t picked up the clues. What was also interesting was seeing the Colonies’ point of view and how they live. It was . . . enlightening. I think Marie Lu raises some interesting questions during this point (I won’t give anything away), but it forces the MCs to really critically evaluate the institutions and structures they are being coerced and manipulated by unconsciously. In the end, everything comes together beautifully. It was what I was hoping for and more. And then the last couple of chapters just tore that apart. Champion had better not give me a heart-attack, because I don’t think I can stand any more of this emotional and action-filled intensity.
Date published: 2013-05-12
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Prodigy This is a action packed book. Its a struggle for Day and June trusting the group of rebels. It showed Days loyalty to June when he trusted her. Just if you like suspense and action...then read it! Though I must warn, the ending is a TOTAL BUMMER
Date published: 2013-04-19
Rated 4 out of 5 by from A Fantastic Sequel Filled With Romance, Suspense, and Politics! 4.5 stars. Wow. Prodigy is amazing! The perfect blend of mystery, action, romance, and politics! It does start of very slow, and its dull and boring at first. But when the story finally picks up, it keeps moving. I remembered all of the things I love about Legend, especially the writing. The love aspect is great, and definitely keeps the story alive. We explore the same characters we love and watch as they grow and develop. We are also introduced to some more great characters, and the ones we saw very little of in Legend, such as Keade, Tess, and of course, Anden, we get to see more of and get a deeper understanding of who they are. There is no denying that June and Day are good for each other, but there will always be one difference between them that is a big factor and is mentioned constantly: class. While June is wealthy and, even in the enemy's hands, is treated like a princess, Day has been living in the slums, and has had to work for everything he has. They are so alike yet so different, which is what makes them a good couple. Im excited, yet nervous, to see what Lu has in store for them. Now, i dont want to spoil anything for you, but we get an inside look at the Colonies, and how different life in the east is different from the west. We also learn how the US collapsed, and how it split into two. We get to see what other parts of the world is like, too, which is a rare thing to find in a dystopian book, but absolutely fantastic! I love how the cover of each book is explained inside of the book. Brilliant! Prodigy is full of surprises, let me tell you that. There are some intense and fiery moments between June and Day, and just when you think everything is better, another bomb is thrown that changes everything, and everything falls into place. The ending is... Fantastic? Horrible? I dont know! All i know is that its heartbreaking that Lu left us off where she did! Im going to have a hard time waiting for the next book, let me tell you that! Prodigy is an amazing sequel. I just didnt love it... Does that make sense? Anyway, its awesome! Lu incorporates real life aspects about politics that we can relate to, and constructs a brilliant sequel, taking on difficult topics and gives insight about loyalty that is mind blowing. Each character has to make tough decisions and face rough choices, especially one; which is better, doing whats right and best for everyone, or doing what you want to do, even if you are being selfish. And sometimes its hard to determine right from wrong. But, seriously, Prodigy is fantastic, totally reaching new levels of awesomeness!
Date published: 2013-04-01
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Great series! Picking up nine days after Legend left off, we find June and Day fleeing from the chaos created in the wake of their escape from the Republic. With no other options available, they head to the Colonies and turn to the Patriots for shelter. In exchange for the medical help Day so desperately needs, Day and June agree to work with the Patriots and assist them on their next mission. But the plan requires them to be separated, and as new information comes to light, both Day and June strive to uncover the truth and do the right thing before it’s too late to go back. Prodigy starts out slower than Legend, providing a lot of background info. on the war before the action really kicks off about half-way through the novel. Once again, Lu does a wonderful job of world-building, creating two distinct and believable societies in the Republic and the Colonies. As we learn more about each faction, it becomes difficult to discern if the military severity of the Republic is really so much worse than the corporate control of the Colonies. The lines between good and evil are blurred even further when it comes to the leaders of both sides. What originally seemed so black and white in the first book is thrown into question as both main characters struggle to determine who really has the best intentions. While the story focused more on Day in the first book, June is really given the chance to shine in this installment as she attempts to work her way back into the Republic. As she becomes more deeply entrenched in her old life while still trying to remain true to Day, I found myself growing more and more sympathetic to her plight. The secondary characters also change and grow considerably in Prodigy. Tess who was so supportive and sweet becomes bitter and distrusting, while Anden who originally seemed little more than a shallow pawn develops into one of the more interesting players on either side. An unpredictable ending steers the story towards a new and exciting direction for the final installment in the trilogy. While not quite as gripping and action packed as Legend, Prodigy answers many questions and progresses the story to an exciting new place. I look forward to the conclusion of Day and June’s story in the third book (which is rumoured to be titled Champion).
Date published: 2013-02-25
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Book 3 Can't Come Fast Enough Just putting it out there right now I was so torn by the end of this one. Naturally I was a huge Legend fan and figured I would find the same in Prodigy, which I did but so many roles were reversed and so many things changed. The book was closed with the slightest bit of anger when I finished but I read it so quickly and loved almost every moment of it! With an entire new edge, so much on the line and a new playing level Prodigy is every bit the literary treat that Legend was. Being on the run and being the Republic's enemy #1 was hard enough before but now Day is supposed to be dead and the Republic knows different. Despite injuries and many issues Day and June decide to go to the Patriots, not only look for a place to hide but to see how Tess is. This is where all the trouble starts. The Patriots have a plan but doesn't everyone who wants to get to the top? The problem no one really knows the others motive. Though this does give way to an action packed and quick paced novel that will leave you wanting more, it also tests the limits of Day and Junes feelings and trust of each other. Deception and assassinations plots will push everyone to the limit in this installment. Once again I fell in love with Day. This time however he was the June of the story. A little blinded to what is really going on around him. Now Day is blinded because of everything that the Republic put him through and to be honest I'm not sure I could really blame him at times. The most important thing didn't change though, his feelings for June. Despite everything she initially put him through he sees who she really is and trusts her. Even in times that he isn't sure he should. Though his hesitation about trusting June was mostly brought upon by Tess. Sweet, innocent, little Tess made it very clear that she didn't trust June and planted a few seeds of doubt within Day. I really felt that this novel really let June shine. With her eyes opened to everything that is really going on she is a much stronger character. The only thing that I found didn't progress with her was her trust in her own feelings. She just wouldn't let herself let Day know that she felt for him, what he felt for her. Rather than that June pushed herself to the limits and risked more than ever. She doesn't let anyone else cloud her judgment and has become more kick ass than I had even expected. How do I finish this up... There were ups and downs but ultimately this one pulled its weight and shifted things around. The descriptive and devastated world that Lu created in Legend is changing. The way you think things are just might not be what they seem and same with the characters. Filled with twists, turns, change and action Prodigy is not to be missed. If you are a fan of dystopians don't miss this one. Quotes I don't trust him because I don't understand how he can afford to hide out in such nice quarters. An officer's quarters, in Vegas of all places. -June "Stop." I'm a little surprised by how loud and irritated I sound. I've never raised my voice to Tess before, and I regret it instantly. I can hear her jealousy in every word she says, the way she spits June's name out like she can't wait to get it over with. -Day Another eruption of cheers. I stay frozen where I am. What're you supposed to do when a bunch of people are yelling your name like they're completely cracked? I have no goddy clue. -Day
Date published: 2013-02-20
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Politics, death defying action and an ending that gets you right in the feels! On the heels of their great escape June and (the presumed dead) Day try to track down the last of their friends and family before they make a run for it to the fabled Colonies - where life is supposed to be better. But their plan comes crumbling down as The Republic has its own shake up when the Elector Primo dies and his young son Anden takes his place as the new figurehead. With The Republic in such a fragile state of transition the Patriot rebels seize the opportunity and offers Day everything he could want: retribution against The Republic for his family's death, his brother back and a better life in the Colonies ... the catch? The two biggest celebrities of The Republic have to come out of hiding to very publicly execute the new Elector. I love the cover and its more grungy spray painted feel. Like the symbol on Legend, the meaning of the falcon like bird is revealed in the book, so it's a cover with a deeper meaning! I'm also a total sucker for deckle edged binding (uneven feathery paper edges). Aesthetically my favorite part of these books is the contrasting font colors for Day and June. This time Day get's this gorgeous deep blue instead of gold. While it might not add much to the story, it's a small detail that sticks out in a reader's mind and helps mark the transition from June to Day easily while reading. I know a lot of people were disappointed that Legend didn't tell us much about how The Republic was formed or the rest of the world. Prodigy reveals it all! Or at least everything important. We get a quick world history lesson and if you thought life in The Republic was bad, wait until you see what's outside. Lu creates a shocking and eerily probable world in The Colonies that will leave you wondering where you would rather be. June - the prodigy of The Republic and at one point their greatest weapon. She gave up her life of luxury and prestige to be with Day and to fight against the festering corruption and secrets that were plaguing The Republic. She grows so much in this book! While she still kicks a tonne of butt, we get to see her more analytical and political side. The way she reasons and rations situations, plots and interacts with others makes me completely forget that she's only 15 years old! Day - the champion and hero of the poor just wants to pick up the broken pieces of his life and move on. He's willing to do anything for it, even something he hates like killing. I'm glad that even though he was a pawn in a plan he didn't forget who he was at his core, and his values. People's ideas and opinions about him and June constantly assault at him but he keeps up healthy amount of skepticism and trust in June. This time characters that make a somewhat brief appearance in Legend are a bit more central to the plot such as Tess and Anden. Tess - who was this innocent street urchin that was like a little sister to Day. Her attitude shift completely surprised me, the persistence and dogma in her words made her seem like a master interrogator of the Patriots. When I first met Anden - I approached it like a paranoid Patriot with a "kill all Republic scum!" [heh Star Wars] kind of attitude and I was just waiting for Anden to slip up and reveal his true nature. But Lu doesn't make it so easy. She creates villains that hide in plain sight and I was never sure who was going to betray whom until the big reveal! With these two characters Lu drives a wedge in early on between Day and June and we end up with this love 'U' that I was both uneasy and curious about at the same time. Class and wealth will always be a problem between Day and June - I just wished that it wasn't repeated so often by absolutely everyone. Loaded with action, political tension and a few stolen moments between June and Day the ending is what took the cake. In a spectacular bout of action, death defying flight and riots Lu manages to craft an ending that gives hope for a better world but at a terrible cost. That ending, *sigh* it just gets you right in the feels. That ending leaves me so conflicted for what I think/want/hope for in the next installment now entitled 'Champion'.
Date published: 2013-02-09
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Highly Recommended I am a major fan of the Dystopian genre, something about it speaks to me as a reader. Even so, I was late to get on the “Legend” train so to speak as I only picked up Marie Lu’s first novel of the series (Legend) in early January of this year. I fell in love with the characters immediately, and with the author’s writing style. I enjoyed reading the dual perspectives of June and Day though the alternating inks in the book became a little distracting. I had high hopes for Prodigy. Prodigy picks up exactly where Legend ended and we find Day and June searching for the Patriots in Vegas and hoping to be reunited with Tess. Tess is one of my favourite characters in the books. Resilient, forgiving and strong, Day needs her and has leaned on her much more than he realizes. Though the relationship between Day and June is sudden and complex it is written so well that it is believable. They trust one another when from an observers point of view they should be doing anything but trusting each other. Though not as action packed as the first novel, I was still completely engaged. I found the descriptions of the world they live in whether that be the Republic or the Colonies compelling, and we also discover in Prodigy what the catalyst was for the division in America. I can’t even talk about that ending. (tears) A gripping follow-up to Legend and I can not wait for more. For more reviews check out:
Date published: 2013-02-08
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Exhilarating, Action-Packed Sequel to Legend! After absolutely loving Legend, I thought it would be impossible for its follow-up to be just as amazing... but wow, Marie Lu sure surpassed my expectations! Prodigy somehow manages to be even better than its predecessor. Marie Lu delivers a dystopian novel brimming with thrilling action and suspense from the very first page! After June helped Day narrowly escape from the Republic, the pair have fled Los Angeles and made their way to Las Vegas, where they find themselves out of options and at the mercy of the Patriots when Day's injuries prove to be too serious to carry on. In exchange for the Patriots's aid, there's only one condition: they have to help assassinate Anden, the new Elector Primo. June must return to the Republic to get close to Anden, while Day remains behind to spread a message of hope to the public that he's still very much alive. My senses were constantly on high alert as I read along, suspicious of anyone close to June and Day who could possibly harm them. The Republic is on a manhunt trying to capture them, the Patriot rebels want them to further their own cause... and even the Colonies, all the way on the other side of the warfront, have expressed interest in them too. Everyone wants a piece of June and Day, so it's no wonder the stress and pressure are beginning to take its toll. It's certainly enough to make anyone feel helpless, but I loved how they followed their convictions and made their own decisions, rather than blindly following the orders of others. Much like in Legend, June is very analytical and constantly aware of her surroundings. She catches the little details no one else notices and makes the connection that something isn't right about the Patriots, even if she can't fully explain it. She can't forgive the Republic for how they silenced her brother, Metias, but the more time she spends with the charismatic Anden, the more she's unsure if helping the Patriots is the right answer. In the meantime, Day meets more Patriots and is reunited with his best friend, Tess, but there's a tension in the air between them that he's reluctant to acknowledge... Until I have a copy of the final book in my hands, I'm just going to deny the fact that Marie Lu dropped a huge bombshell right at the end of Prodigy. I need Champion! Like. Right. Now. Prodigy is an intense read which unfolds before your eyes like a cinematic experience. Loyalty. Trust. Betrayal. Marie Lu holds nothing back in this exhilarating sequel to Legend. You can also read this review at:
Date published: 2013-02-08
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Detailed and thoughtful sequel Prodigy starts out on a completely different note than Legend. Day and June are now working together and running for their lives. The tension and action is already cranked up and you’re on edge wondering what will happen next. I love Day and June. I loved how their personalities grow as they experience things together but I also like that their differences were kept intact. Things just wouldn’t be right if they weren’t such different people, with different ideas and beliefs. But it is their differences that make them stronger. (Do you think I said different enough?) They help each other see things from different perspectives and that helps them become better people all around. I also really liked that they don’t give up on one another when the going gets tough. They’re willing to give each other the benefit of the doubt even when things look suspicious. I think in a “normal” world they would be the ultimate power couple. Prodigy also gets an A+++ for world building. Not only does the world feel like it’s springing to life in front of you, Marie Lu takes time to explain how the world got the way it did and how it operates now. I hate when dystopian novels simply have “Random Horrible Government X” with almost no explanation for how the world got that way and why people sat passively by and let it happen. Marie Lu gives the reader excellent perspective and history and I thought the entire situation was believable and logical. I also loved that we got a look at the Capitol, the Patriots and the Republic and were able to see the positives and negatives of each. No government system is perfect and Prodigy is upfront about it. I thought all the characters in Prodigy, new and old, were pretty well developed and intriguing. The only one I really had a problem with was Tess. I really liked her in Legend but in Prodigy she just fell a little flat for my taste. I couldn’t quite buy her storyline and I kept wanting to reach into the book and shake some sense into her. Hopefully she goes back to her regular self in book 3! Overall I found that Prodigy was different from Legend but in a good way. It didn’t have that same high action feel (although it was high drama) but in exchange the series has become a lot more detailed and thoughtful. Recommendation: An absolute must for fans of Legend. This is one sequel that will not disappoint. This and other reviews at More Than Just Magic (
Date published: 2013-02-03
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great Book! I loved Legend but Prodigy is even better. It follows Day and June as the fight against a decadent government administration. Torn apart for a time each try to find a way to help the Resistance and find instead new revelations about themselves and those they care about. An excellent book but I hope there's another because the ending left me reeling with questions and frustration.
Date published: 2013-01-31
Rated 5 out of 5 by from SO EXCITED! ok, so I was absolutely hooked on the first book, Legend, and I didn't think there was another book coming out in the series-but now it's going to be a trilogy! I can't tell you how good this book is- but if you like Hunger Games, Divergent, Mortal Instruments, etc. you will fall in love with this book!
Date published: 2012-12-20

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MAKING BLIND PROMISES“I’ll be blunt with you. Your skills are not as valuable to me as they used to be, Day. Over the years, we’ve recruited other Runners—and now, with all due respect, adding another one to our team isn’t a priority. Your friend already knows”—he pauses to nod at June—“that the Patriots are not a charity. You’re asking us for a great deal of help. What will you give us in return? You can’t be carrying much money.”June gives me a pointed look. If the Patriots turn us down, we’ll really be on our own. “We don’t have a lot of money,” I admit. “I’m not going to speak for June, but if there is anything I can do in exchange for your help, just say the word.”“I’d be happy to take you in, and you’ll both be well cared for. In return, we’d ask for your help with a new project. No questions asked. But you’ll both need to pledge your allegiance to the Patriots before I’ll reveal any details about what you’ll be doing. These are my terms. What do you think?”June looks from me to Razor. Then she lifts her chin higher. “I’m in. I’ll pledge allegiance to the Patriots.”There’s a slight falter in her words, like she knows she’s truly turned her back on the Republic. The fact that she said yes tugs at my heart. If June is giving herself to the Patriots, then she must realize that we have no better choice. And she’s doing this for my sake. I raise my own voice. “Me too.”Razor smiles, rises from the couch, and holds up his drink as if to toast us. “It’s official, then. You’re going to help us assassinate the new Elector Primo.”In LEGEND, you met Day, a wanted criminal, and June, the government’s most promising asset. When June’s brother is murdered, Day becomes the prime suspect. But when they meet, the truth is unleashed, and together, they fight for revenge . . . and each other.PRODIGY takes you deeper into the revolution. June and Day have escaped from the Republic’s stronghold in Las Vegas just as the Elector Primo dies, leaving his son to take his place. But is the new Elector anything like his father? And was joining the Patriot rebels the right decision for June and Day?The trilogy concludes with CHAMPION, and surprises are in wait. You may think you know what’s coming . . . but even June and Day are shocked by how their story ends.LAS VEGAS, NEVADAREPUBLIC OF AMERICAPOPULATION: 7,427,431JAN. 4. 1932 HOURS.OCEAN STANDARD TIME.THIRTY-FIVE DAYS AFTER METIAS’S DEATH.DAY JOLTS AWAKE BESIDE ME. HIS BROW IS COVERED with sweat, and his cheeks are wet with tears. He’s breathing heavily.I lean over him and brush a wet strand of hair out of his face. The scrape on my shoulder has scabbed over already, but my movement makes it throb again. Day sits up, rubs a hand wearily across his eyes, and glances around our swaying railcar as if searching for something. He looks first at the stacks of crates in one dark corner, then at the burlap lining the floor and the little sack of food and water sitting between us. It takes him a minute to reorient himself, to remember that we’re hitching a ride on a train bound for Vegas. A few seconds pass before he releases his rigid posture and lets himself sag back against the wall.I gently tap his hand. “Are you okay?” That’s become my constant question.Day shrugs. “Yeah,” he mutters. “Nightmare.”Nine days have passed since we broke out of Batalla Hall and escaped Los Angeles. Since then, Day has had nightmares every time he’s closed his eyes. When we first got away and were able to catch a few hours of rest in an abandoned train yard, Day bolted awake screaming. We were lucky no soldiers or street police heard him. After that, I developed the habit of stroking his hair right after he falls asleep, of kissing his cheeks and forehead and eyelids. He still wakes up gasping with tears, his eyes hunting frantically for all the things he’s lost. But at least he does this silently.Sometimes, when Day is quiet like this, I wonder how well he’s hanging on to his sanity. The thought scares me. I can’t afford to lose him. I keep telling myself it’s for practical reasons: we’d have little chance of surviving alone at this point, and his skills complement mine. Besides . . . I have no one left to protect. I’ve had my share of tears too, although I always wait until he’s asleep to cry. I cried for Ollie last night. I feel a little silly crying for my dog when the Republic killed our families, but I can’t help myself. Metias was the one who’d brought him home, a white ball of giant paws and floppy ears and warm brown eyes, the sweetest, clumsiest creature I’d ever seen. Ollie was my boy, and I’d left him behind.“What’d you dream?” I whisper to Day.“Nothing memorable.” Day shifts, then winces as he accidentally scrapes his wounded leg against the floor. His body tenses up from the pain, and I can tell how stiff his arms are beneath his shirt, knots of lean muscle earned from the streets. A labored breath escapes his lips. The way he’d pushed me against that alley wall, the hunger in his first kiss. I stop focusing on his mouth and shake off the memory, embarrassed.He nods toward the railcar doors. “Where are we now? We should be getting close, right?”I get up, glad for the distraction, and brace myself against the rocking wall as I peer out the railcar’s tiny window. The landscape hasn’t changed much—endless rows of apartment towers and factories, chimneys and old arching highways, all washed into blues and grayish purples by the afternoon rain. We’re still passing through slum sectors. They look almost identical to the slums in Los Angeles. Off in the distance, an enormous dam stretches halfway across my line of vision. I wait until a JumboTron flashes by, then squint to see the small letters on the bottom corner of the screen. “Boulder City, Nevada,” I say. “Really close now. The train will probably stop here for a while, but afterward it shouldn’t take more than thirty-five minutes to arrive in Vegas.”Day nods. He leans over, unties our food sack, and searches for something to eat. “Good. Sooner we get there, sooner we’ll find the Patriots.”He seems distant. Sometimes Day tells me what his nightmares are about—failing his Trial or losing Tess on the streets or running away from plague patrols. Nightmares about being the Republic’s most wanted criminal. Other times, when he’s like this and keeps his dreams to himself, I know they must be about his family—his mother’s death, or John’s. Maybe it’s better that he doesn’t tell me about those. I have enough of my own dreams to haunt me, and I’m not sure I have the courage to know about his.“You’re really set on finding the Patriots, aren’t you?” I say as Day pulls out a stale hunk of fried dough from the food sack. This isn’t the first time I’ve questioned his insistence on coming to Vegas, and I’m careful about the way I approach the topic. The last thing I want Day to think is that I don’t care about Tess, or that I’m afraid to meet up with the Republic’s notorious rebel group. “Tess went with them willingly. Are we putting her in danger by trying to get her back?”Day doesn’t answer right away. He tears the fried dough in half and offers me a piece. “Take some, yeah? You haven’t eaten in a while.”I hold a hand up politely. “No, thanks,” I reply. “I don’t like fried dough.”Instantly I wish I could stuff the words back in my mouth. Day lowers his eyes and puts the second half back into the food sack, then quietly starts eating his share. What a stupid, stupid thing for me to say. I don’t like fried dough. I can practically hear what’s going through his head.Poor little rich girl, with her posh manners. She can afford to dislike food. I scold myself in silence, then make a mental note to tread more carefully next time.After a few mouthfuls, Day finally responds, “I’m not just going to leave Tess behind without knowing she’s okay.”Of course he wouldn’t. Day would never leave anyone he cares about behind, especially not the orphan girl he’s grown up with on the streets. I understand the potential value of meeting the Patriots too—after all, those rebels had helped Day and me escape Los Angeles. They’re large and well organized. Maybe they have information about what the Republic is doing with Day’s little brother, Eden. Maybe they can even help heal Day’s festering leg wound—ever since that fateful morning when Commander Jameson shot him in the leg and arrested him, his wound has been on a roller coaster of getting better and then worse. Now his left leg is a mass of broken, bleeding flesh. He needs medical attention.Still, we have one problem.“The Patriots won’t help us without some sort of payment,” I say. “What can we give them?” For emphasis, I reach into my pockets and dig out our meager stash of money. Four thousand Notes. All I had on me before we made a run for it. I can’t believe how much I miss the luxury of my old life. There are millions of Notes under my family name, Notes that I’ll never be able to access again.Day polishes off the dough and considers my words with his lips pressed together. “Yeah, I know,” he says, running a hand through his tangled blond hair. “But what do you suggest we do? Who else can we go to?”I shake my head helplessly. Day is right about that—as little as I’d like to see the Patriots again, our choices are pretty limited. Back when the Patriots had first helped us escape from Batalla Hall, when Day was still unconscious and I was wounded in the shoulder, I’d asked the Patriots to let us go with them to Vegas. I’d hoped they would continue to help us.They’d refused.“You paid us to get Day out of his execution. You didn’t pay us to carry your wounded asses all the way to Vegas,” Kaede had said to me. “Republic soldiers are hot on your trail, for crying out loud. We’re not a full-service soup kitchen. I’m not risking my neck for you two again unless there’s money involved.”Up until that point, I’d almost believed that the Patriots cared about us. But Kaede’s words had brought me back to reality. They’d helped us because I’d paid Kaede 200,000 Republic Notes, the money I’d received as a reward for Day’s capture. Even then, it had taken some persuasion before she sent her Patriot comrades in to help us.Allowing Day to see Tess. Helping Day fix his bad leg. Giving us info about the whereabouts of Day’s brother. All these things will require bribes. If only I’d had the chance to grab more money before we left.“Vegas is the worst possible city for us to wander into by ourselves,” I say to Day as I gingerly rub my healing shoulder. “And the Patriots might not even give us an audience. I’m just trying to make sure we think this through.”“June, I know you’re not used to thinking of the Patriots as allies,” Day replies. “You were trained to hate them. But they are a potential ally. I trust them more than I trust the Republic. Don’t you?”I don’t know if he means for his words to sound insulting. Day has missed the point I’m trying to make: that the Patriots probably won’t help us and then we’ll be stuck in a military city. But Day thinks I’m hesitating because I don’t trust the Patriots. That, deep down, I’m still June Iparis, the Republic’s most celebrated prodigy . . . that I’m still loyal to this country. Well, is that true? I’m a criminal now, and I’ll never be able to go back to the comforts of my old life. The thought leaves a sick, empty feeling in my stomach, as if I miss being the Republic’s darling. Maybe I do.If I’m not the Republic’s darling anymore, then who am I?“Okay. We’ll try to find the Patriots,” I say. It’s clear that I won’t be able to coax him into doing anything else.Day nods. “Thanks,” he whispers. The hint of a smile appears on his lovely face, pulling me in with its irresistible warmth, but he doesn’t try to hug me. He doesn’t reach for my hand. He doesn’t scoot closer to let our shoulders touch, he doesn’t stroke my hair, he doesn’t whisper reassuringly into my ear or rest his head against mine. I hadn’t realized how much I’ve grown to crave these little gestures. Somehow, in this moment, we feel very separate.Maybe his nightmare had been about me.*   *   *It happens right after we reach the main strip of Las Vegas. The announcement.First of all, if there’s one place in Vegas that we shouldn’t be, it’s the main strip. JumboTrons (six packed into each block) line both sides of the city’s busiest street, their screens playing an endless stream of news. Blinding clusters of searchlights sweep obsessively along the walls. The buildings here must be twice as large as the ones in Los Angeles. The downtown is dominated by towering skyscrapers and enormous pyramid-shaped landing docks (eight of them, square bases, equilateral triangle sides) with bright lights beaming from their tips. The desert air reeks of smoke and feels painfully dry; no thirst-quenching hurricanes here, no waterfronts or lakes. Troops make their way up and down the street (in oblong square formations, typical of Vegas), dressed in the black, navy-striped uniforms of soldiers rotating out to and back from the warfront. Farther out, past this main street of skyscrapers, are rows of fighter jets, all rolling into position on a wide strip of airfield. Airships glide overhead.This is a military city, a world of soldiers.The sun has just set when Day and I make our way out onto the main strip and head toward the other end of the street. Day leans heavily on my shoulder as we try to blend in with the crowds, his breath shallow and his face drawn with pain. I try my best to support him without looking out of place, but his weight makes me walk in an unbalanced line, as if I’d had too much to drink. “How are we doing?” he murmurs into my ear, his lips hot against my skin. I’m not sure if he’s half-delirious from the pain or if it’s my outfit, but I can’t say I mind his blatant flirtation tonight. It’s a nice change from our awkward train ride. He’s careful to keep his head down, his eyes hidden under long lashes and tilted away from the soldiers bustling back and forth along the sidewalks. He shifts uncomfortably in his military jacket and pants. A black soldier’s cap hides his white-blond hair and blocks a good portion of his face.“Well enough,” I reply. “Remember, you’re drunk. And happy. You’re supposed to be lusting over your escort. Try smiling a little more.”Day plasters a giant artificial smile on his face. As charming as ever. “Aw, come on, sweetheart. I thought I was doing a pretty good job. I got my arm around the prettiest escort on this block—how could I not be lusting over you? Don’t I look like I’m lusting? This is me, lusting.” His lashes flutter at me.He looks so ridiculous that I can’t help laughing. Another passerby glances at me. “Much better.” I shiver when he nudges his face into the hollow of my neck. Stay in character. Concentrate. The gold trinkets lining my waist and ankles jingle as we walk. “How’s your leg?”Day pulls away a little. “Was doing fine until you brought it up,” he whispers, then winces as he trips over a crack in the sidewalk. I tighten my grip around him. “I’ll make it to our next rest stop.”“Remember, two fingers against your brow if you need to stop.”“Yeah, yeah. I’ll let you know if I’m in trouble.”Another pair of soldiers pushes past us with their own escorts, grinning girls decked out in sparkling eye shadow and elegantly painted face tattoos, their bodies covered thinly by dancer costumes and fake red feathers. One of the soldiers catches sight of me, laughs, and widens his glazed eyes.“What club you from, gorgeous?” he slurs. “Don’t remember your face around here.” His hand goes for my exposed waist, hungering for skin. Before he can reach me, Day’s arm whips out and shoves the soldier roughly away.“Don’t touch her.” Day grins and winks at the soldier, keeping up his carefree demeanor, but the warning in his eyes and voice makes the other man back off. He blinks at both of us, mumbles something under his breath, and staggers away with his friends.I try to imitate the way those escorts giggle, then give my hair a toss. “Next time, just go with it,” I hiss in Day’s ear even as I kiss him on the cheek, as if he were the best customer ever. “Last thing we need is a fight.”“What?” Day shrugs and returns to his painful walk. “It’d be a pretty pathetic fight. He could barely stand.”I shake my head and decide not to point out the irony.A third group of soldiers stumbles past us in a loud, drunken daze. (Seven cadets, two lieutenants, gold armbands with Dakota insignias, which means they just arrived here from the north and haven’t yet exchanged their armbands for new ones with their warfront battalions.) They have their arms wrapped around escorts from the Bellagio clubs—glittering girls with scarlet chokers and B arm tattoos. These soldiers are probably stationed in the barracks above the clubs.I check my own costume again. Stolen from the dressing rooms of the Sun Palace. On the surface, I seem like any other escort. Gold chains and trinkets around my waist and ankles. Feathers and gold ribbons pinned into my scarlet (spray-painted), braided hair. Smoky eye shadow coated with glitter. A ferocious phoenix tattoo painted across my upper cheek and eyelid. Red silks leave my arms and waist exposed, and dark laces line my boots.But there’s one thing on my costume that the other girls don’t wear.A chain of thirteen little glittering mirrors. They’re partially hidden amongst the other ornaments wrapped around my ankle, and from a distance it would seem like another decoration. Completely forgettable. But every now and then, when streetlights catch it, it becomes a row of brilliant, sparkling lights. Thirteen, the Patriots’ unofficial number. This is our signal to them. They must be watching the main Vegas strip all the time, so I know they’ll at least notice a row of flashing lights on me. And when they do, they’ll recognize us as the same pair they helped rescue in Los Angeles.The JumboTrons lining the street crackle for a second. The pledge should start again any minute now. Unlike Los Angeles, Vegas runs the national pledge five times a day—all the JumboTrons will pause in whatever ads or news they’re showing, replace them with enormous images of the Elector Primo, and then play the following on the city’s speaker system: I pledge allegiance to the flag of the great Republic of America, to our Elector Primo, to our glorious states, to unity against the Colonies, to our impending victory!Not long ago, I used to recite that pledge every morning and afternoon with the same enthusiasm as anyone else, determined to keep the east coast Colonies from taking control of our precious west coast land. That was before I knew about the Republic’s role in my family’s deaths. I’m not sure what I think now. Let the Colonies win?The JumboTrons start broadcasting a newsreel. Weekly recap. Day and I watch the headlines zip by on the screens:REPUBLIC TRIUMPHANTLY TAKES OVER MILES OF COLONIES’ LAND IN BATTLE FOR AMARILLO, EAST TEXASFLOOD WARNING CANCELLED FOR SACRAMENTO, CALIFORNIAELECTOR VISITS TROOPS ON NORTHERN WARFRONT, BOOSTS MORALEMost of them are fairly uninteresting—the usual headlines coming in from the warfront, updates on weather and laws, quarantine notices for Vegas.Then Day taps my shoulder and gestures at one of the screens.QUARANTINE IN LOS ANGELES EXTENDED TO EMERALD, OPAL SECTORS“Gem sectors?” Day whispers. My eyes are still fixed on the screen, even though the headline has passed. “Don’t rich folks live there?”I’m not sure what to say in return because I’m still trying to process the information myself. Emerald and Opal sectors . . . Is this a mistake? Or have the plagues in LA gotten serious enough to be broadcast on Vegas JumboTrons? I’ve never, ever seen quarantines extended into the upper-class sectors. Emerald sector borders Ruby—does that mean my home sector is going to be quarantined too? What about our vaccinations? Aren’t they supposed to prevent things like this? I think back on Metias’s journal entries. One of these days, he’d said, there will be a virus unleashed that none of us will be able to stop. I remember the things Metias had unveiled, the underground factories, the rampant diseases . . . the systematic plagues. A shiver runs through me. Los Angeles will quell it, I tell myself. The plague will die down, just like it always does.More headlines sweep by. A familiar one is about Day’s execution. It plays the clip of the firing squad yard where Day’s brother John took the bullets meant for Day, then fell facedown on the ground. Day turns his eyes to the pavement.Another headline is newer. It says this: MISSINGSS NO: 2001963034------------------------JUNE IPARISAGENT, LOS ANGELES CITY PATROLAGE/GENDER: 15, FEMALEHEIGHT: 5’4”HAIR: BROWN EYES: BROWNLAST SEEN NEAR BATALLA HALL, LOS ANGELES, CA350,000 REPUBLIC NOTES REWARDIF SEEN, REPORT IMMEDIATELY TO YOUR LOCAL OFFICIAL That’s what the Republic wants their people to think. That I’m missing, that they hope to bring me back safe and sound. What they don’t say is that they probably want me dead. I helped the country’s most notorious criminal escape his execution, aided the rebel Patriots in a staged uprising against a military headquarters, and turned my back on the Republic.But they wouldn’t want that information going public, so they hunt for me quietly. The missing report shows the photo from my military ID—a face-forward, unsmiling shot of me, barefaced but for a touch of gloss, dark hair tied back in a high ponytail, a gold Republic seal gleaming against the black of my coat. I’m grateful that the phoenix tattoo hides half of my face right now.We make it to the middle of the main strip before the speakers crackle again for the pledge. Day and I stop walking. Day stumbles again and almost falls, but I manage to catch him fast enough to keep him upright. People on the street look up to the JumboTrons (except for a handful of soldiers who line the edges of each intersection in order to ensure everyone’s participation). The screens flicker. Their images vanish into blackness, and are then replaced by high-definition portraits of the Elector Primo.I pledge allegiance—It’s almost comforting to repeat these words with everyone else on the streets, at least until I remind myself of all that’s changed. I think back to the evening when I’d first captured Day, when the Elector and his son came to personally congratulate me for putting a notorious criminal behind bars. I recall how the Elector had looked in person. The portraits on the JumboTrons show the same green eyes, strong jaw, and curled locks of dark hair . . . but they leave out the coldness in his expression and the sickly color of his skin. His portraits make him seem fatherly, with healthy pink cheeks. Not how I remember him.—to the flag of the great Republic of America—Suddenly the broadcast pauses. There’s silence on the streets, then a chorus of confused whispers. I frown. Unusual. I’ve never seen the pledge interrupted, not even once. And the JumboTron system is hooked up so one screen’s outage shouldn’t affect the rest.Day looks up to the stalled screens while my eyes dart to the soldiers lining the street. “Freak accident?” he says. His labored breathing worries me. Hang on just a little longer. We can’t stop here.I shake my head. “No. Look at the troops.” I nod subtly in their direction. “They’ve changed their stances. Their rifles aren’t slung over their shoulders anymore—they’re holding them now. They’re bracing themselves for a reaction from the crowd.”Day shakes his head slowly. He looks unsettlingly pale. “Something’s happened.”The Elector’s portrait vanishes from the JumboTrons and is immediately replaced with a new series of images. They show a man who is the spitting image of the Elector—only much younger, barely in his twenties, with the same green eyes and dark, wavy hair. In a flash I recall the touch of excitement I’d felt when I first met him at the celebratory ball. This is Anden Stavropoulos, the son of the Elector Primo.Day’s right. Something big has happened.The Republic’s Elector has died.A new, upbeat voice takes over the speakers. “Before continuing our pledge, we must instruct all soldiers and civilians to replace the Elector portraits in your homes. You may pick up a new portrait from your local police headquarters. Inspections to ensure your cooperation will commence in two weeks.”The voice announces the supposed results of a nationwide election. But there’s not a single mention of the Elector’s death. Or of his son’s promotion.The Republic has simply moved on to the next Elector without skipping a beat, as if Anden were the same person as his father. My head swims—I try to remember what I’d learned in school about choosing a new Elector. The Elector always picked the successor, and a national election would confirm it. It’s no surprise that Anden is next in line—but our Elector had been in power for decades, long before I was born. Now he’s gone. Our world has shifted in a matter of seconds.Like me and Day, everyone on the street understands what the appropriate thing to do is: As if on cue, we all bow to the JumboTron portraits and recite the rest of the pledge that has reappeared on the screens. “—to our Elector Primo, to our glorious states, to unity against the Colonies, to our impending victory!” We repeat this over and over for as long as the words stay on the screen, no one daring to stop. I glance at the soldiers lining the streets. Their hands have tightened on their rifles. Finally, after what seems like hours, the words disappear and the JumboTrons return to their usual news rolls. We all begin walking again, as if nothing had happened.Then Day stumbles. This time I feel him tremble, and my heart clenches. “Stay with me,” I whisper. To my surprise I almost say, Stay with me, Metias. I try to hold him up, but he slips.“I’m sorry,” he murmurs back. His face is shiny with sweat, his eyes shut tightly in pain. He holds two fingers to his brow. Stop. He can’t make it.I look wildly around us. Too many soldiers—we still have a lot of ground to cover. “No, you have to,” I say firmly. “Stay with me. You can make it.”But it’s no use this time. Before I can catch him, he falls onto his hands and collapses to the ground.THE ELECTOR PRIMO IS DEAD.This whole display seems pretty anticlimactic, doesn’t it? You’d think the Elector’s death would be accompanied by a goddy funeral march of some sort, panic in the streets, national mourning, marching soldiers firing off salutes into the sky. An enormous banquet, flags flying low, white banners hanging over every building. Something cracked like that. But I haven’t lived long enough to see an Elector die. Outside of the promotion of the late Elector’s desired successor and some fake national election for show, I wouldn’t know how it goes.I guess the Republic just pretends it never happened and skips right ahead to the next Elector. Now I remember reading about this in one of my grade school classes. When the time comes for a new Elector Primo, the country must remind the people to focus on the positive. Mourning brings weakness and chaos. Moving forward is the only way. Yeah. The government’s that scared of showing uncertainty to their civilians.But I only have a second to dwell on this.We’ve barely finished the new pledge when a rush of pain hits my leg. Before I can stop myself, I double over and collapse down onto my good knee. A couple of soldiers turn their heads in our direction. I laugh as loud as I can, pretending the tears in my eyes are from amusement. June plays along, but I can see the fear on her face. “Come on,” she whispers frantically. One of her slender arms wraps around my waist, and I try to take the hand she offers me. All around the sidewalk, people are noticing us for the first time. “You have to get up. Come on.”It takes all my strength to keep a smile on my face. Focus on June. I try to stand—then fall again. Damn. The pain is too much. White light stabs at the back of my eyes. Breathe, I tell myself. You can’t faint in the middle of the Vegas strip.“What’s the matter, soldier?”A young, hazel-eyed corporal is standing in front of us with his arms crossed. I can tell he’s kind of in a hurry, but apparently it’s not urgent enough to keep him from checking on us. He raises an eyebrow at me. “Are you all right? You’re pale as porcelain, kid.”Run. I feel an urge to scream at June. Get out of here—there’s still time. But she saves me from speaking. “You’ll have to forgive him, sir,” she says. “I’ve never seen a Bellagio patron drink so much in one sitting.” She shakes her head regretfully and waves him back with one hand. “You might want to step away,” she continues. “I think he needs to throw up.” I find myself amazed—yet again—at how smoothly she can become another person. The same way she fooled me on the streets of Lake.The corporal gives her an ambivalent frown before turning back to me. His eyes focus on my injured leg. Even though it’s hidden under a thick layer of pants, he studies it. “I’m not sure your escort knows what she’s talking about. Seems like you could use a trip to the hospital.” He raises a hand to wave down a passing medic truck.I shake my head. “No, thank you, sir,” I manage to say with a weak laugh. “This darling’s telling me too many jokes. Gotta catch my breath is all—then gotta go sleep it off. We’re—”But he’s not paying attention to what I’m saying. I curse silently. If we go to the hospital, they’ll fingerprint us, and then they’ll know exactly who we are—the Republic’s two most wanted fugitives. I don’t dare glance at June, but I know she’s trying to find a way out too.Then someone pokes her head out from behind the corporal.She’s a girl both June and I recognize right away, although I’ve never seen her in a freshly polished Republic uniform before. A pair of pilot goggles hangs around her neck. She walks around the corporal and stands in front of me, smiling indulgently. “Hey!” she says. “I thought that was you—I saw you stumbling around like a madman all the way down the street!”The corporal watches as she drags me to my feet and claps me hard on the back. I wince, but give her a grin that says I’ve known her all my life. “Missed you,” I decide to say.The corporal gestures impatiently at the new girl. “You know him?”The girl flips her black, bobbed hair and gives him the most flirtatious grin I’ve ever seen in my life. “Know him, sir? We were in the same squadron our first year.” She winks at me. “Seems like he’s been up to no good in the clubs again.”The corporal snorts in disinterest and rolls his eyes. “Air force kids, eh? Well, make sure he doesn’t cause another public scene. I’ve half a mind to call your commander.” Then he seems to remember what he’d been rushing to do and hurries away.I exhale. Could we have pulled any closer of a call?After he leaves, the girl smiles winsomely at me. Even under a sleeve, I can tell that one of her arms is in a cast. “My barracks are close by,” she suggests. Her voice has an edge to it that tells me she’s not happy to see us. “How about you rest there for a while? You can even bring your new plaything.” The girl nods at June as she says this.Kaede. She hasn’t changed a bit since the afternoon I met her, when I thought she was just a bartender with a vine tattoo. Back before I knew she was a Patriot.“Lead the way,” I reply.Kaede helps June guide me down another block. She stops us at the elaborately carved front doors of Venezia, a high-rise set of barracks, then ushers us past a bored entrance guard and through the building’s main hall. The ceiling is high enough to make me dizzy, and I catch glimpses of Republic flags and Elector portraits hanging between each stone pillar that lines the walls. Guards are already rushing to replace the portraits with updated ones. Kaede guides us along while blabbing a nonstop stream of random small talk. Her black hair’s even shorter now, cut straight and even with her chin, and her smooth-lidded eyes are smudged with deep navy eye shadow. I never noticed that she and I are pretty much the same height. Soldiers swarm back and forth, and I keep expecting one of them to recognize me from my wanted ads and sound the alarm. They’ll notice June behind her disguise. Or realize that Kaede isn’t a real soldier. Then they’ll all be on top of us, and we won’t even have a chance.But no one questions us, and my limp actually helps us blend in here; I can see several other soldiers with arm and leg casts. Kaede guides us onto the elevators—I’ve never ridden one, because I’ve never been in a building with full electricity. We get off on the eighth floor. Fewer soldiers are up here. In fact, we pass through a completely empty section of hallway.Here, she finally drops her perky façade. “You two look about as good as gutter rats,” Kaede mutters as she taps softly against one of the doors. “That leg still buggin’ you, yeah? You’re pretty stubborn if you came all the way out here to find us.” She sneers at June. “Those goddy obnoxious lights strung on your dress nearly blinded me.”June exchanges a glance with me. I know exactly what she’s thinking. How in the world can a group of criminals be living in one of Vegas’s largest military barracks?Something clicks behind the door. Kaede throws it open, then walks in with her arms outstretched. “Welcome to our humble home,” she declares with a grand sweep of her hands. “At least for the next few days. Not too shabby, yeah?”I don’t know what I expected to see. A group of teens, maybe, or some low-budget operation.Instead we enter a room where only two other people are waiting for us. I look around in surprise. I’ve never been inside a real Republic barrack before, but this one must be reserved for officers—there’s no way they’d use this to house regular soldiers. First off, it’s not a long room with rows of bunk beds. It could be an upscale apartment for one or two officials. There are electric lights on the ceiling and in the lamps. Marble tiles of silver and cream cover the floor, the walls are painted in alternating shades of off-white and a deep wine color, and the couches and tables have thick red rugs cushioning their legs. A small monitor sits flush against one of the walls, mutely showing the same newsreel that’s playing on the JumboTrons outside.I let out a low whistle. “Not shabby at all.” I smile, but it fades away when I glance over at June. Her face is tense beneath her phoenix tattoo. Even though her eyes stay neutral, she’s definitely unhappy and not as impressed as I am. Well, why should she be? I bet her own apartment had been just as nice as this. Her eyes wander around the room in an organized sweep, noticing things that I’d probably never see. Sharp and calculating like any good Republic soldier. One of her hands lingers near her waist, where she keeps a pair of knives.An instant later, my attention turns to a girl standing behind the center couch. She locks her eyes onto mine and squints as if to make sure she’s really seeing me. Her mouth opens in shock, small pink lips formed into an O. Her hair is too short to braid now—it drapes to the middle of her neck in a messy bob. Wait a sec. My heart skips a beat. I hadn’t recognized her because of that hair.Tess.“You’re here!” she exclaims. Before I can reply, Tess runs over to me and throws her arms around my neck. I hobble backward, struggling to keep my balance. “It’s really you—I can’t believe it, you’re here! You’re okay!”I can’t think straight. For a second, I can’t even feel the pain in my leg. All I can do is wrap my arms tight around Tess’s waist, bury my head in her shoulder, and close my eyes. The weight on my mind lifts and leaves me weak with relief. I take a deep breath, taking comfort in her warmth and the sweet scent of her hair. I’d seen her every single day since I was twelve years old—but after only a few weeks apart, I can suddenly see that she’s not that ten-year-old kid I’d met in a back alley. She seems different. Older. I feel something stir in my chest.“Glad to see you, cousin,” I whisper. “You look good.”Tess just squeezes me tighter. I realize that she’s holding her breath; she’s trying hard not to cry.Kaede is the one who interrupts the moment. “Enough,” she says. “This isn’t the damn opera.” We break apart to laugh awkwardly at each other, and Tess wipes her eyes with the back of a hand. She exchanges an uncomfortable smile with June. Finally, she turns away and hurries back to where another person, a man, is waiting.Kaede opens her mouth to say something else, but the man stops her with a gloved hand. This surprises me. Judging from how bossy she is, I would’ve assumed that Kaede’s in charge of the group. Can’t imagine this girl taking orders from anyone. But now she just purses her lips and flops onto the couch as the man rises to address us. He’s tall, probably in his early forties, and built with a bit of strength in his shoulders. His skin is light brown and his curly hair is pulled back into a short, frizzy tail. A pair of thin, black-rimmed glasses rest on his nose.“So. You must be the one we’ve all heard so much about,” he says. “Pleased to meet you, Day.”I wish I could do better than standing hunched over with pain. “Likewise. Thank you for seeing us.”“Please forgive us for not escorting you both to Vegas ourselves,” he says apologetically, adjusting his glasses. “It seems cold, but I don’t like risking my rebels needlessly.” His eyes swivel to June. “And I’m guessing you’re the Republic’s prodigy.”June inclines her head in a gesture that oozes high class.“Your escort costume is so convincing, though. Let’s just conduct a quick test to prove your identity. Please close your eyes.”June hesitates for a second, then obliges.The man waves a hand toward the front of the room. “Now hit the target on the wall with one of your knives.”I blink, then study the walls. Target? I hadn’t even noticed that a dartboard with a three-ring target is on one of the walls near the door we came through. But June doesn’t miss a beat. She flips out a knife from her waist, turns, and throws it straight toward the dartboard without opening her eyes.It slams deep into the board, just a few inches shy of the bull’s-eye.The man claps his hands. Even Kaede utters a grunt of approval, followed by a roll of her eyes. “Oh, for chrissake,” I hear her mutter. June turns back to us and waits for the man’s response. I’m stunned into silence. Never in my life have I seen anyone handle a blade like that. And even though I’ve seen plenty of amazing things from June, this is the first time I’ve witnessed her using a weapon. The sight sends both a thrill and a shiver through me, bringing memories that I’ve forced into a closet in my mind, thoughts I need to keep buried if I want to stay focused, keep going.“Pleased to meet you, Ms. Iparis,” the man says, tucking his hands behind his back. “Now, tell me. What brings you here?”June nods at me, so I speak up instead. “We need your help,” I say. “Please. I came for Tess, but I’m also trying to find my brother Eden. I don’t know what the Republic’s using him for or where they’re keeping him. We figured you were the only people outside the military who might be able to get information. And finally, it seems like my leg needs to be operated on.” I suck in my breath as another spasm of agony sears my wound. The man glances down at the leg; his eyebrows furrow in concern.“That’s quite a list,” he says. “You should sit. You seem a bit unsteady on your feet.” He waits patiently for me to move, but when I don’t budge, he clears his throat. “Well, you’ve introduced yourselves—it’s only fair for me to do the same. My name is Razor, and I currently head the Patriots. I’ve been leading the organization for quite a few years, longer than you’ve been causing trouble on the streets of Lake. You want our help, Day, but I seem to remember your declining our invitations to join us. Several times.”He turns to tinted windows that face the pyramid-shaped landing docks lining the strip. The view from here is amazing. Airships glide back and forth in the night sky, covered in lights, several of them docking right over the pyramids’ tops like puzzle pieces. Occasionally we see formations of fighter jets, black eaglelike shapes, taking off from and landing on the airship decks. It’s a never-ending stream of activity. My eyes dart from building to building; the pyramid docks in particular would be the easiest to run, with grooves cut into each side and steplike ridges lining their edges.I realize that Razor is waiting again for me to respond. “I wasn’t entirely comfortable with your organization’s body count,” I offer.“But now apparently you are,” Razor says. His words are scolding, but his tone is sympathetic as he puts his palms together and presses the fingertips to his lips. “Because you need us. Correct?”Well, I can’t argue with that. “I’m sorry,” I say. “We’re running out of options. But believe me, I’ll understand if you turn us away. Just don’t turn us in to the Republic, please.” I force a smile.He chuckles at my sarcasm. I focus on the crooked bump of his nose and wonder if he’d broken it before. “At first, I was tempted to let you both wander Vegas until you were caught,” he continues. His voice has the smoothness of an aristocrat, cultured and charismatic. “I’ll be blunt with you. Your skills are not as valuable to me as they used to be, Day. Over the years, we’ve recruited other Runners—and now, with all due respect, adding another one to our team isn’t a priority. Your friend already knows”—he pauses to nod at June—“that the Patriots are not a charity. You’re asking us for a great deal of help. What will you give us in return? You can’t be carrying much money.”June gives me a pointed look. She may have warned me about this on our train ride, but I can’t give up now. If the Patriots turn us down, we’ll really be on our own. “We don’t have a lot of money,” I admit. “I’m not going to speak for June, but if there is anything I can do in exchange for your help, just say the word.”Razor crosses his arms, then walks to the apartment’s bar, an elaborate granite counter embedded into the wall and shelving dozens of glass bottles of all shapes and sizes. He takes his time pouring a drink; we wait. When he finishes preparing it, he takes the glass in one hand and wanders back to us. “There is something you can offer,” he starts. “Fortunately, you’ve arrived on a very interesting night.” He takes a sip of the drink and sits down on the couch. “As you probably learned while down on the street, the former Elector Primo died today—something many in the Republic’s elite circles have seen coming. At any rate, his son, Anden, is now the Republic’s new Elector. Practically a boy, and greatly disliked by his father’s Senators.” He leans forward, saying each word carefully and with weight. “Rarely has the Republic been as vulnerable as it is now. There will never be a better time to spark a revolution. Your physical skills might be expendable to us, but there are two things you can give us that our other Runners can’t. One: your fame, your status as the people’s champion. And two”—he points his drink at June—“your lovely friend.”I stiffen at that, but Razor’s eyes are warm as honey and I find myself waiting to hear the rest of his proposal.“I’d be happy to take you in, and you’ll both be well cared for. Day, we can get you an excellent doctor, and pay for an operation that’ll make your leg better than new. I don’t know the whereabouts of your brother, but we can help you find him, and eventually, we can help you both escape into the Colonies if that’s what you want. In return, we’d ask for your help with a new project. No questions asked. But you’ll both need to pledge your allegiance to the Patriots before I’ll reveal any details about what you’ll be doing. These are my terms. What do you think?”June looks from me to Razor. Then she lifts her chin higher. “I’m in. I’ll pledge allegiance to the Patriots.”There’s a slight falter in her words, like she knows she’s truly turned her back on the Republic. I swallow hard. I hadn’t expected her to agree so quickly—I’d thought she would need some persuading before she committed herself to a group that she so obviously hated just a few weeks ago. The fact that she said yes tugs at my heart. If June is giving herself to the Patriots, then she must realize that we have no better choice. And she’s doing this for my sake. I raise my own voice. “Me too.”Razor smiles, rises from the couch, and holds up his drink as if to toast us. Then he sets it down on the coffee table and comes over to give each of us a firm handshake. “It’s official, then. You’re going to help us assassinate the new Elector Primo.”I DON’T TRUST RAZOR.I don’t trust him because I don’t understand how he can afford to hide out in such nice quarters. An officer’s quarters, in Vegas of all places. These rugs are each worth at least 29,000 Notes, made from some sort of expensive synthetic fur. Ten electric lights in one room—all switched on. His uniform is spotless and new. He even has a customized gun hanging on his belt. Stainless steel, probably lightweight, hand embellished. My brother used to have guns like that. Eighteen thousand Notes and up for a single one. What’s more, Razor’s gun must be hacked. No way the Republic is tracking those for fingerprints or locations. Where did the Patriots get the money and skills to hack such advanced equipment?This all leads me to two theories:One—Razor must be some sort of commander in the Republic, a double-crossing officer. How else can he stay in this barrack apartment without being detected?Two—the Patriots are being funded by someone with deep pockets. The Colonies? Possibly.In spite of all my suspicions and guesses, Razor’s offer is still as good as we’re going to get. We have no money to buy help on the black market, and without help, we have no chance of finding Eden or making it to the Colonies. Also, I’m not even sure we could have turned down Razor’s offer. He certainly hasn’t threatened us in any way, but I doubt he’d just let us walk back out onto the streets, either.Out of the corner of my eye, I see Day waiting for my response to Razor’s statement. All I need to see are the paleness of his lips and the pain laced across his face, just a few of the dozen signs of his fading strength. At this point, I think his life depends on our deal with Razor.“Assassinating the new Elector,” I say. “Done.” My words sound foreign and distant. For a moment, I think back on meeting Anden and his late father at the ball celebrating Day’s capture. The thought of killing Anden makes my stomach churn. He’s the Republic’s Elector now. After everything that’s happened to my family, I should be happy for the opportunity to kill him. But I’m not, and it confuses me.If Razor notices my hesitation, he doesn’t show it. Instead, he nods approvingly. “I’ll put out an urgent call for a Medic. They probably won’t be able to come until midnight—that’s when the shifts change. It’s the fastest we can be on such a tight schedule. Meanwhile, let’s get you two out of those disguises and into something more presentable.” He glances over at Kaede. She’s leaning against the couch with hunched shoulders and an irritated scowl, chewing absently on a lock of her hair. “Show them to the shower and give them a pair of fresh uniforms. Afterward, we’ll have a late supper, and we can talk more about our plan.” He spreads his arms wide. “Welcome to the Patriots, my young friends. We’re glad to have you.”And just like that, we’re officially bound to them. Maybe it’s not such a bad thing, either—maybe I never should’ve argued with Day about this in the first place. Kaede motions for us to follow her into an adjoining hall in the apartment and guides us to a spacious bathroom, complete with marble tiles and porcelain sinks, mirror and toilet, bathtub and shower with frosted glass walls. I can’t help admiring it all. This is wealth beyond even what I had in my Ruby sector apartment.“Don’t be all night about it,” she says. “Take turns—or get cozy and shower together, if that’s faster. Just be back out there in a half hour.” Kaede grins at me (although the smile doesn’t touch her eyes), then gives Day a thumbs-up as he leans heavily on my shoulder. She turns away and disappears back down the hall before I can reply. I don’t think she’s forgiven me entirely for breaking her arm.Day slouches the instant Kaede’s gone. “Can you help me sit down?” he whispers.I put the toilet cover down and ease him gently onto it. He stretches out his good leg, then tenses his jaw as he tries to straighten out the injured one. A moan escapes his lips. “I’ve gotta admit,” he mutters, “I’ve had better days.”“At least Tess is safe,” I reply.This eases some of the pain in his eyes. “Yes,” he echoes, sighing deeply. “At least Tess is safe.” I feel an unexpected twinge of guilt. Tess’s face had looked so sweet, so wholly good. And the two of them were separated because of me.Am I good? I don’t really know.I help Day take off his jacket and cap. His long hair drapes in strings across my arms. “Let me see that leg.” I kneel, then pull a knife from my belt. I slice the fabric of his pant leg up to the middle of his thigh. His leg muscles are lean and tense, and my hands tremble as they brush up along his skin. Gingerly, I pull the fabric apart to expose his bandaged wound. We both suck in our breath. The cloth has a massive circle of dark, wet blood, and underneath it, the wound is oozing and swelling. “That Medic better get here soon,” I say. “Are you sure you can shower on your own?”Day jerks his eyes away, and his cheeks turn red. “Of course I can.”I raise an eyebrow at him. “You can’t even stand.”“Fine.” He hesitates, then blushes. “I guess I could use some help.”I swallow. “Well. A bath instead, then. Let’s do what we have to do.”I start filling up the bathtub with warm water. Then, I take the knife and slowly cut through the blood-soaked bandages wrapped around Day’s wound. We sit there in silence, neither of us meeting the other’s eyes. The wound itself is as bad as ever, a fist-size mass of pulped flesh that Day avoids looking at.“You don’t have to do this,” he mutters, rolling his shoulders in an attempt to relax.“Right.” I give him a wry smile. “I’ll just wait outside the bathroom door and come help after you slip and knock yourself out.”“No,” Day replies. “I mean, you don’t have to join the Patriots.”My smile dies. “Well, we don’t have much of a choice, do we? Razor wants both of us on board, or he’s not going to help us at all.”Day’s hand touches my arm for a second, stopping me in the middle of untying his boots. “What do you think of their plan?”“Assassinating the new Elector?” I turn away, concentrating on unlacing, then loosening each of his boots as carefully as I can. It’s a question I haven’t figured out yet, so I deflect it. “Well, what do you think? I mean, you go out of your way to avoid hurting people. This must be kind of a shock.”I’m startled when Day just shrugs. “There’s a time and place for everything.” His voice is cold, harsher than usual. “I never saw the point of killing Republic soldiers. I mean, I hate them, but they’re not the source. They just obey their superiors. The Elector, though? I don’t know. Getting rid of the person in charge of this whole goddy system seems like a small price to pay for starting a revolution. Don’t you think?”I can’t help feeling some admiration for Day’s attitude. What he says makes perfect sense. Still, I wonder if he would’ve said the same thing a few weeks ago, before everything that had happened to his family. I don’t dare mention the time I’d been introduced to Anden at the celebratory ball. It’s harder to reconcile yourself to killing someone who you’ve actually met—and admired—in person. “Well, like I said. We don’t have a choice.”Day’s lips tighten. He knows I’m not telling him what I really think. “It must be hard for you to turn your back on your Elector,” he says. His hands stay slack beside him.I keep my head down and start pulling off his boots.While I put his boots aside, Day shrugs out of his jacket and starts unbuttoning his vest. It reminds me of when I’d first met him back on the streets of Lake. Back then, he would take off his vest every night and give it to Tess to use as a pillow. That was the most I’d ever seen Day undress. Now he unbuttons his collar shirt, exposing the rest of his throat and a sliver of his chest. I see the pendant looped around his neck, the United States quarter dollar covered with smooth metal on both sides. In the quiet dark of the railcar, he’d told me about his father’s bringing it back from the warfront. He pauses when he finishes undoing the last button, then closes his eyes. I can see the pain slashed across his face, and the sight tears at me. The Republic’s most wanted criminal is just a boy, sitting before me, suddenly vulnerable, laying all his weaknesses out for me to see.I straighten and reach up to his shirt. My hands touch the skin of his shoulders. I try to keep my breathing even, my mind sharp and calculated. But as I help him pull off the shirt and reveal his bare arms and chest, I can feel the corners of my logic growing fuzzy. Day is fit and lean under his clothes, his skin surprisingly smooth except for an occasional scar (he has four faint ones on his chest and waist, another one that’s a thin diagonal line running from left collarbone to right hip bone, and a healing scab on his arm). He holds me with his gaze. It’s hard to describe Day to those who have never seen him before—exotic, unique, overwhelming. He’s very close now, close enough for me to see the tiny rippled imperfection in the ocean of his left eye. His breaths come out hot and shallow. Heat rises on my cheeks, but I don’t want to turn away.“We’re in this together, right?” he whispers. “You and me? You want to be here, yeah?”There’s guilt in his questions. “Yes,” I reply. “I chose this.”Day pulls me close enough for our noses to touch. “I love you.”My heart flips in excitement at the desire in his voice—but at the same time, the technical part of my brain instantly flares up. Highly improbable, it scoffs. A month ago, he didn’t even know I existed. So I blurt out, “No, you don’t. Not yet.”Day furrows his eyebrows, as if I’d hurt him. “I mean it,” he says against my lips.

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Praise for Marie Lu’s New York Times bestseller, PRODIGY:  Featured on ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY’S MUST-LIST! From THE LOS ANGELES TIMES:“Marie Lu has beaten the curse with Prodigy. . . it has all the chivalry of Robin Hood and all the shine and grime of Blade Runner . . . The well-drawn worlds, political undercurrents and the believability of the characters make it all feel fresh . . . Lu proves that a Book 2 needn't play second fiddle, providing intrigue and deep pleasure all its own.”  From THE NEW YORK JOURNAL OF BOOKS: “. . . clear your calendar to allow yourself the luxury of reading this book in one or two sittings. You will be shaken . . .”  STARRED REVIEW from PUBLISHERS WEEKLY: “Lu opts for a high simmer of intrigue in her sequel to Legend…taut and insightful.”  STARRED REVIEW from SHELF AWARENESS:“Stunning follow-up to Legend . . . The thrilling action and futuristic settings are sure to please fans of Divergent.”  ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Praise for Marie Lu’s New York Times bestseller LEGEND:  From ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY:“Fine writing and excellent execution. Sequel, please!” From THE NEW YORK TIMES:“Legend doesn’t merely survive the hype, it deserves it.”  From USA TODAY:“Marie Lu’s dystopian novel is a ‘Legend’ in the making.”  From THE LOS ANGELES TIMES:“an action-packed love story full of inventive details.”  STARRED REVIEW from PUBLISHERS WEEKLY:“Lu’s debut is a stunner. . . raises hopes high for the sequels to come. ”  STARRED REVIEW from KIRKUS REVIEWS: “A gripping thriller in dystopic future Los Angeles. This is no didactic near-future warning of present evils, but a cinematic adventure featuring endearing, compelling heroes.”  STARRED REVIEW from BOOKLIST: “[D]elicious details keep pages turning . . . you’ve got the makings for a potent sequel.”  STARRED REVIEW from VOYA: “A fast-paced blend of action and science fiction (with only a hint of potential romance) means that this one will likely appeal to male and female readers alike.  Debut author Lu has managed a great feat—emulating a highly successful young adult series while staying true to her own voice. Legend will give Hunger Games fans something worthwhile to read.”  STARRED REVIEW from LIBRARY MEDIA CONNECTION: “This book stands out . . .”  FROM KAMI GARCIA, New York Times bestselling co-author of the Beautiful Creatures trilogy“A romantic thriller set in a post-apocalyptic world where nothing is what it seems—Legend is impossible to put down and even harder to forget.”  FROM SARAH REES BRENNAN, author of The Demon Lexicon trilogy“A compelling dystopic world, with diverse characters, high tension and political intrigue. [If] you liked the Hunger Games, you'll love this.”