The Dark And Hollow Places by Carrie RyanThe Dark And Hollow Places by Carrie Ryan

The Dark And Hollow Places

byCarrie Ryan

Paperback | March 13, 2012

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There are many things that Annah would like to forget: the look on her sister's face before Annah left her behind in the Forest of Hands and Teeth, her first glimpse of the Horde as they swarmed the Dark City, the sear of the barbed wire that would scar her for life. But most of all, Annah would like to forget the morning Elias left her for the Recruiters.  
Annah's world stopped that day, and she's been waiting for Elias to come home ever since. Somehow, without him, her life doesn't feel much different than the dead that roam the wasted city around her. Until she meets Catcher, and everything feels alive again.
But Catcher has his own secrets. Dark, terrifying truths that link him to a past Annah has longed to forget, and to a future too deadly to consider. And now it's up to Annah: can she continue to live in a world covered in the blood of the living? Or is death the only escape from the Return's destruction?

From the Hardcover edition.
   CARRIE RYAN is the New York Times bestselling author of The Forest of Hands and Teeth trilogy that includes The Forest of Hands and Teeth, The Dead-Tossed Waves, The Dark and Hollow Places, and the original ebook Hare Moon. She has edited the short story anthology Foretold: 14 Stories of Prophecy and Prediction and contributed to ma...
Title:The Dark And Hollow PlacesFormat:PaperbackDimensions:384 pages, 8.12 × 5.5 × 0.81 inPublished:March 13, 2012Publisher:Random House Children's BooksLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0385738609

ISBN - 13:9780385738606

Appropriate for ages: 14


Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved it Awesome finale book. Always sad to see a series end
Date published: 2018-01-01
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A Fantastic Ending! An awesome conclusion to a fantastic trilogy! I loved how we saw this world through, yet again, a different character. A trilogy I would reread!
Date published: 2017-08-18
Rated 5 out of 5 by from fav book out of the three books in the series this one is my favourite. highly suggest buying the hardcover because it will get worn out with the amount of times you read it
Date published: 2017-06-27
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The Perfect Ending Out of all three books, this one was my favourite. It was intense, and something thrilling was always happening. A definite must read. 

Date published: 2017-06-09
Rated 4 out of 5 by from A good wrap to a dark series The dark quality to this book is a little disturbing. Annah had a tough life growing up but it doesn’t get any better once they reach the Sanctuary, it only gets works; it gets darker. Surrounded by the people who were supposed to protect her, Annah is repeatedly abused. The horror of the plague rats is an additional factor to support the dark twists and turns of this novel. It is the lack of humanity, among the Recruiters, which is terrifying.
Date published: 2017-02-05
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Alright. I liked how the series ended (surprisingly) hopeful.
Date published: 2013-09-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Thrilling Conclusion! Wish There Was More Reason for Reading: Next and (last?) book in the series. This series has always been referred to as a trilogy and still is on the back flap of this book, so I'm assuming this is the last book in the series. I say this as it has one of those endings that doesn't quite satisfy, that could leave room for a sequel. But if this is indeed the final book, then I'm still mulling over whether I actually like how the book ends. Otherwise, this was a terrific book that brings back all former major characters, except one who is spoken of often so we know where they are in the story and introduces one (sort of) new character. The story is a page-turner from beginning to end; was a book I couldn't put down and I loved the characters, though I found my opinion of them had changed from the previous book. A favourite character from before became less liked and was replaced by someone else as the plot progressed and the characters responses brought them either closer or further from my heart. The year wait between books does fade my memory a bit but I remembered everyone and what was going on pretty quickly as the story progressed. This story is very violent, certainly not for the squeamish. Of course, there is lots of zombie violence but humans are maimed and killed as well. Reader beware. I love the direction the story went. It is a bit over the top in believability but hey, so are zombies! The plot is dark and this is a story with not many bright spots. There are glimmers of hope that keep the characters from giving up and ultimately reaching the climax but the book ends on an unknown note, with only visions of what the future will hold. The ending may bother some readers who like there books to tell them how everything is all neatly wrapped up at the end. Myself, I'm still not quite sure about it. I still see another book in what comes next. But this is the third book of a trilogy, so I'll ponder their fates until I see what Carrie Ryan has for us with her next book. Love the series. Makes for great zombie reading!
Date published: 2011-05-06
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazingly dark In the Dark and Hollow Places we are with Annah, Gabry's twin sister. Annah's been stranded in the Dark City, waiting for Elias, the one person who can make her feel anything other than hopeless. Annah was a character I immediately loved. She's had so much hardship in her life. She left her twin sister in the forest when they were little and is constantly feeling guilty about it, wondering what kind of life she went on to lead if she even survived. She's been alone in the city for three years waiting for Elias to come back to her, three years of straight up survival. Survival against the increasing numbers of Unconsecrated that roam the street and survival from the Recruiters, who are supposed to be the protectors but can be much worse than the zombies. On top of that she's horribly scarred from an accident with barbed wire, and though she uses them as a shield to hide and repel people, all she really wants is to be wanted and to feel beautiful. Annah meets Catcher, who we've seen from book two, who we know is immune to the virus. Annah and Catcher are two people who refer to themselves as broken, and it was tragically romantic to see them falling for each other. Catcher is afraid to lose anyone close to him, and as a result is reluctant to get close to Annah, even more so because it could mean infecting her. Annah is also very reluctant in getting close to people because of her huge insecurities about herself and her scars. She feels that they're all people see when they look at her, and is constantly comparing herself to a certain someone and all that she missed out on rather than what she has. You could tell they had this amazing connection, and also this heat between them, and on one hand I wanted them to be careful because, really, falling for a zombie? Bad things are almost guaranteed to follow. But on the other hand I wanted to yell 'OH MY GOSH KISS HER ALREADY. SCREW THE CONSEQUENCES AND LIVE. Ahem. But seriously, loved them! Throughout this book there is this intense feeling of hope. When things are terrible and you think it can't possibly get worse, it does, yet somehow Annah manages to get back up and carry on. To survive. The last few chapters are critical in showing this, and it was horrible reading during this time. It was scary, and dark, heartwrenching, and the whole time you feel this blooming in your chest and you want to stand up and cheer Annah along, because if she can do this, if she can make it where she needs to go, then maybe it'll be alright, it'll all be ok in the end. This story doesn't end with rainbows and by no means is the world going to be magically saved from the hordes of zombies around every corner, but it ends on a high point, literally and figuratively, of hope that they can go on and survive despite the odds and enjoy the time they still have with the people they care about. The future is unknown and I thought it was an amazing end to the series. Recommended in a heartbeat for fans of the series. Full review here:
Date published: 2011-05-02
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Fabulioous This is the third book of a series and it was just as great as the first two. It kept me reading and wouldn't let me put it down at all. It was a great ending to the three book series and all three books of this author was a must read.
Date published: 2011-04-15

Read from the Book

IThis city used to be something once. I’ve seen pictures of the way it gleamed—sun so bright off windows it could burn your eyes. At night, lights shouted from steel like catcalls, loud and lewd, while all day long white-gloved men rushed to open doors for women who tottered about on skyscraper heels.   I wonder sometimes what happened to those women when the Return hit—how they were able to run and survive with such absurd contraptions strapped to their feet. How different the world must have been before—safe and comfortable.   The City’s nothing like that anymore. Now, bare beams scrape the sky like splintered finger bones. Half the high-rises have fallen, and scavengers pilfered the intricately scrolled ironwork long ago. There’s not much of anything left anymore, just the fear that seeps fog-like through the streets.   Fear of the Recruiters. Fear of the Unconsecrated. Fear of tomorrow.   Even so, this city’s been my home. Other than the village I lived in as a child, this is the only world I’ve known. It’s sharp-cornered and raw but it’s a refuge for those with a burn to survive. You pay your rents, you follow the rules and you do what it takes to keep living.   Which is why I find myself on the Neverlands side of the Palisade wall that cordons off and protects the Dark City as the last dregs of evening slide across the sky. This is the place where Elias would go when he was desperate for money, desperate to trade so we could pay our rent and stay in our tiny flat for another year. It’s the place where anything can be found for the right trade, and where, after the blade of my only knife broke this afternoon, I’ve come for help.   Clutching the replacement blade tightly, I’ve started to cross over one of the bridges strung between two buildings when I hear a deep rumbling cough. It’s approaching dusk and storm clouds hover over the river, causing the light to drip a dull green. I shuffle faster toward the next roof, determined to get back to my flat in the Dark City before full night, but as soon as my foot lands on the rickety bridge connecting the buildings a voice calls out, “Wouldn’t do that if I were you.”   I freeze, the frayed rope railing in one hand. I’ve been alone long enough to have learned to look out for myself, yet something about the warning makes me hesitate. Just as I start to take another step the voice says, “Look down,” and I do.   The alley a dozen stories below is dim and choked in shadows, but even so I see something moving. A moan floats up, echoing softly between the buildings as it rises. The sun breaks through a narrow gap in the clouds and the light reflects down the alley, glinting briefly off what looks like eyes and a row of cracked teeth.   As my gaze adjusts I can make out dozens of clawing fingers reaching for me amid a pile of broken bodies that should have died from their fall but didn’t. Or maybe they did die and infection’s brought them back as plague rats. I shiver, disgust rolling through me.   Carefully, I inch back onto the roof, noticing how the wooden boards I was just about to walk onto are rotten. One step more and I’d have been down on that heap as well.   “You’re the first one to listen to me and not take a dive,” the voice says, and I spin, pulling my new knife between us. A woman sits tucked between two crumbling stone chimneys. In her hand she clutches a charred wooden pipe that feebly chokes out smoke.   I glance around the roof, expecting some sort of trap. The woman gestures toward my knife. “Don’t bother,” she says. “Just me up here.”   She puts the pipe back in her mouth, the end of it burning a bright red, and in that instant I get a clear look at her face: thick dark lines painted around eyes smudged by tears or sweat or both. Then the ember fades, pulling her back into shadow.   But not before I see the raw circle around her wrist, festering with infection. The flesh edging the wound puffs and oozes, and I recognize it as a bite. I pull my knife back up between us, refusing to let it shake.   I’m usually pretty good at avoiding any confrontation with the Unconsecrated. No matter how careful you are, there’s always the risk that something will go wrong and they’ll get their teeth into you one way or another.   The woman shrugs and inhales. The light makes her skin glow again and I watch how her hand trembles. Cracks etch through the powder she used to make her old skin appear blushing and fresh—it looks like a fractured mirror instead.   I think of my own face, the scars overlaying the left side of my body like a thick spider web. Her cracks can be washed away. Mine can’t.   It’s easy to see that she’s close to the end—when the infection will kill her. I glance down again at the pile of bodies below, their feeble moans filtering into the night. She’ll be one of them soon. If she’s lucky someone will take care of her before she turns. If she isn’t…   I swallow.   With a sickening heaviness in my stomach I realize I’m the one who’s going to have to kill her. It makes me feel off balance and I take a few steps away from the edge of the building, suddenly unsettled by such height.   The last of the evening light slides down my body, a final brush of heat, before disappearing for what will be yet another night of forever. The woman’s eyes aren’t on my knife; instead they focus on my face.   She inhales but her chest barely moves. She considers me a moment, staring at my scars. “There are men who like ’em like you—messed up,” she says, nodding. Her gaze slips past me back down the island toward the ruins of the bigger buildings of the Dark City in the distance.   No they don’t, I think.   She exhales a wavering line of smoke. “But more ’n likely, they’re the ones that want to do the messing.” She pushes a thumb into the corner of her mouth, as if tidying up a lip stain that she’s no longer wearing, the gesture a habit of so many years that’s become useless.   I should say something. I should be comforting or consoling or helpful. This woman’s infected and she’s facing the final moments of her life and I realize how utterly useless I am faced with the enormity of what’s going on. Instead I clear my throat. How in the world would I know what could give this woman comfort?  From the Hardcover edition.