Valiant: A Modern Tale of Faerie by Holly BlackValiant: A Modern Tale of Faerie by Holly Black

Valiant: A Modern Tale of Faerie

byHolly Black

Paperback | October 1, 2006

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When seventeen-year-old Valerie runs away to New York City, she's trying to escape a life that has utterly betrayed her. Sporting a new identity, she takes up with a gang of squatters who live in the city's labyrinthine subway system.

But there's something eerily beguiling about Val's new friends. And when one talks Val into tracking down the lair of a mysterious creature with whom they are all involved, Val finds herself torn between her newfound affection for an honorable monster and her fear of what her new friends are becoming.
Holly Black was born in New Jersey in 1971. She graduated with a B.A. in English from The College of New Jersey in 1994. Holly's first book, Tithe: A Modern Faerie Tale (Simon & Schuster) was published in 2002 and was included in the American Library Association's Best Books for Young Adults. She has since written two other books in th...
Title:Valiant: A Modern Tale of FaerieFormat:PaperbackProduct dimensions:320 pages, 7 × 5 × 0.8 inShipping dimensions:7 × 5 × 0.8 inPublished:October 1, 2006Publisher:Margaret K. McElderry BooksLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0689868235

ISBN - 13:9780689868238

Appropriate for ages: 14



Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great Tie-in book Valiant was not quite a sequel to Tithe, the way that Ironside is, however I read it between the two and it worked really well. It had really cool new characters and showed another side of the Faerie world- the way the exiled fae live- which was very interesting. I liked that it was dark and Val felt believable to me in he actions and thoughts. She was overwhelmed by her home situation, and then, having run away from that, she became overwhelmed by the strange world and people she became associated with. She struggled with drugs, abuse, and attempts at her life, and yet she ended up being a 'valiant' friend, and helped save those she loved. I only with the romance was a little more fleshed out, as it felt a little rushed or perhaps brief at the end. I would definitely recommend this book. You don't really need it to read Ironside, however the characters in Valiant do cross over somewhat into the sequel, especially Luis. Reading this book gives more perspective into life for both courts of fae as well as those who no longer fit into either court.
Date published: 2018-06-02
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Dark and disturbing but romantic I thought Kaye, the main character of the first book,Tithe, had a difficult childhood, but it was nothing compared to this. I wonder if Holly Black had a difficult childhood too. Most of the book follows the main character, Val, and her friends Lolli, Dave, and Luis who live in a disgusting, abandoned subway station, while they are high on faerie drugs all day. Val even starts acting like Alex DeLarge at one point when she breaks into a family's home. Lolli kills a cat at one point because she is just tired of taking care of it. There is also cutting and casual sex among friends. Very disturbing book and far from YA, imo. The only good part is Ravus, the troll Val falls in love with. Ravus is extremely sympathetic. It was hard to get an image of him in my mind because he wasn't describe well, but I gathered he looked basically human, except with slightly green skin and large teeth. Val's narrative never described him as handsome, but she did say he was tall and lean, with gorgeous yellow eyes and long, silky black hair. I really enjoyed his character, although he was way too good for Val. I was hoping that the book would at least finish on an amazing high note, like Tithe. They did both end with the girl's romantic interest visiting her after she went home and they had been apart for awhile. Probably a few weeks. But while Tithe ended with an amazing kiss, Valiant did not. There was actually only one kiss. Although it was a really good one, it was before Ravus got mad at Val. A makeup make-out would have been nice. Roiben (the romantic interest from the first book) was actually in this one for a bit near the end (also the only few minutes spent in Faerie), and Kaye was mentioned to be in the room, but that was all. I know the next book, Ironside, is about Roiben and Kaye again, but I don't know how important the events in Valiant will be.
Date published: 2018-01-07
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Was not sure about it but... After reading Tithe, I had fallen in love with the characters so I was not sure about Valiant with new characters as the main protagonists. I thoroughly enjoyed the characters in this sequel as much as the first!
Date published: 2017-11-27
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great Second Book Terrific! loved this sequel
Date published: 2017-04-22
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Another fairy novel Not the best novel when it comes to fairy classics. Just another look at faerie,
Date published: 2017-03-07
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great Sequel I originally read this series in high school and I decided to revisit it since it was one of my favourite series. And wow, it is easy to see why. Val is an amazing protagonist perfectly suited to this kind of adventure. She is hardcore and kicks so much ass. Still one of my favourite books.
Date published: 2016-11-06
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Adoration Holly Black is a fantastic author that I loved as a teen. I still enjoy my escapes into the land of the fae even now as am adult.
Date published: 2013-10-16
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Dark in a Good Way I love how Holly Black writes about characters who are normally invisible in YA books, and this book is no exception. This is the second book in the Modern Faerie Tales series, though it is more like a companion book with the world that Black created, rather than continuing the story of the first book. This installment focuses on teens who are living on the street in New York. I enjoyed this - Black is a fantastic story teller and I enjoy the dark world of faeries that she has created. However, I didn't like this one as much as Tithe, the first in the series. Seventeen year old Val runs away from home and finds herself living on the streets with a group of other teens who squat in the subway tunnels. They are linked to the world of Fey and take a faerie drug that gives them a unique high. Val's character was good and I liked how she developed. I could understand her anger and betrayal, but she also grew beyond that. I wasn't as fond of the group of homeless teens that she hooks up with. I also found reading about taking copious amounts of drugs uncomfortable. Overall, I liked the dark story and that faeries are not portrayed in a "nice" light. Black writes with a frank and honest tone that I think will appeal to many fans of YA fantasy who are looking for something different. Note: There are significant amounts of drug use, swearing and sex in this book.
Date published: 2013-05-31
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Wonderful! I truthfully never read Tithe, but I have read Valiant. And from what I read I will deffinitly go back and get Tithe. Valiant is a wonderful book, full of suspence and danger. I loved it! I found it to be exciting, and interiging. The idea of the Val and the rest of them, Lolli, Dave, and Luis living in the subway platform gave me a very different view on running away. Also, the Nevermore gave the book an extremly interesting idea. Though, I found Valiant to remind me of my favourite book series, The Mortal Instruments by Cassanra Clare. That is because both have Seelie Courts, Glamours, and the fey. Its a rough connection, but I do see CON, COA, and COG in it. I would recomend this book to teenagers and up because of the content. It swears a lot. But, thats fine with me. It just shows who the characters are. Over all a great read!
Date published: 2009-12-30
Rated 2 out of 5 by from It was... Alright Hmmm.... what to say, what to say. I liked the first book, Tithe, and while I also liked Valiant, the second book... it just wasn't as good... and was rather, well, disappointing.. It has the same writing style that Tithe has but the storyline involves new characters this time around. I would call Valiant more of a companion book than a sequel but Roiben and Kaye (from the first book) do make an appearance near the end. Valerie, or Val as she prefers, runs away to the city when she discovers her mom kissing her boyfriend... and not the friendly kind either. Betrayed and feeling angry and alone, Val meets Lolli, Dave and Luis, three teens who live in the underground tunnels of New York's subway system and befriend her. Glad she's found somewhere to be, Val sticks around, but there's more to her new friends than she originally thought. They somehow have a connection to the world of the fae, and all too soon, Val finds herself getting pulled in too. The problem with this storyline though was that it just wasn't as interesting. Someone has been poisoning the exiled fae that live in New York, which does spark some interest, but the way it comes out isn't very effective. The first half of the book was rather slow but the second half was better paced and events were starting to move along... enough so that in the end, I 'just liked' Valiant.
Date published: 2009-12-15
Rated 2 out of 5 by from couldn't even finish it I read the first in this series and found it mediocre so i decided to pursue the series adn get the second book it was ok but i could not finish it. LIke it had more action and was less confusing but it got dull half way through and then better books came along so i erad those and left this all summer. Anyways i found it was very hard to read and hard to stay interested in. personally i wouldn't read this series and i don't plan to read the third
Date published: 2009-08-31
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Really Good I really liked this book. If your thinking tithe wasn't that good, it wasn't. But don't give up hope! Valiant is a TOTALLY different story, and alot better i might add!
Date published: 2009-01-14
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Another Run awya except with a little more Perk! Valerie Russell, a young teenager who surprisingly finds out that her mother is fooling wround with her long-time boyfriend reacts like any other teenager would---she runs away. She makes friends quickly and gets herself into more adventure and trouble than she intended. With her new friends and a new pleasure----a fairy "drug" called Never keeps her from returning home...not that she wanted to anyway. Yeah, life isn't so bad for Val, as she discovers more about another world were humans are considered rats... A thrilling and exciting book, Holly Black writes as if she is apart of the Fairy world herself! Her charcaters are fun, unpredictable, and well-built.
Date published: 2009-01-10
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Simply Amazing I read this book and could not put it down. Holly Black has out done herself. This book is wonderfully captivating and thrilling. I would recomend this book to anyone who loves modern day fairy tales and teenage troubbles.
Date published: 2008-05-05
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Enchantingly...dangerous. I couldn't put it down. Holy Black's writting style is very unique and easy to follow. Valiant show's the darker side of fairy tales, and leads you into the enchantingly dangerous world of the fey.
Date published: 2008-03-22
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Meh Holly Black continues riding the rail of mediocrity with Valiant, sequel to Tithe. I really wish she would get a ghost writer or something because while her stories have amazing potential, her writing style just lacks. Plot hooks that should've 'wow-ed' are spotted chapters in advance and leave you with a sense of "duh" once the characters themselves catch up with what you've already deduced. Don't get me wrong, her stories are beautiful, but must be appreciated for their potential not for the actual result. If you like the idea of twisted faeries messing with humans, give my recommended reads a go. They're phenomenal.
Date published: 2008-01-22
Rated 5 out of 5 by from phenomenal read I've read a few of Holly Black's books and have found Valient to be one of the best written ones. The way she's able to draw readers into the world she's created and describe it to a point where you feel you're really part of the story.... incredible. This definitely a must read. I couldn't put it down!
Date published: 2008-01-21
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Not what I expected Valiant is the second book in Holly Black's Modern Faery Tale series. Although it is the sequel to Tithe, the story takes a bit of a surprise turn, with a focus on a different main character, and a totally different cast of characters than the first book. However, a lot of background knowledge from Tithe is required in order to understand this book, and in the end, Tithe and Valiant do cross paths, making it a remarkable tale that is hard to forget. A little odd, but nonetheless pleasing, Valiant will leave you with an immense feeling of satisfaction, much like Tithe does.
Date published: 2007-07-05
Rated 4 out of 5 by from "Another sucess for Holly Black ! " After reading Tithe I couldn't wait to read another Holly Black book . The edge and adventure in the book kept me drawn in till the end . It was just as magical as Tithe but I think I enjoyed Tithe a bit more. The love relationships in both books were just as interesting and the eerieness and mystery made me fall in love with Holly's writing style even more . A great Book !
Date published: 2006-06-02

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Prologue For I shall learn from flower and leaf That color every drop they hold, To change the lifeless wine of grief To living gold. --SARA TEASDALE, "ALCHEMY" The tree woman choked on poison, the slow sap of her blood burning. Most of her leaves had already fallen, but those remaining blackened and shriveled along her back. She pulled her roots up from the deep soil, long hairy tendrils that flinched in the chill late autumn air. An iron fence had surrounded her trunk for years, the stink of the metal as familiar as any small ache. The iron scorched her as she dragged her roots over it. She tumbled onto the concrete sidewalk, her slow tree thoughts filling with pain. A human walking two little dogs stumbled against the brick wall of a building. A taxi screeched to a halt and blared its horn. Long branches tipped over a bottle as the tree woman scrambled to pull away from the metal. She stared at the dark glass as it rolled into the street, watching the dregs of bitter poison drip out of the neck, seeing the familiar scrawl on the little strip of paper secured with wax. The contents of that bottle should have been a tonic, not the instrument of her death. She tried to lift herself up again. One of the dogs started barking. The tree woman felt the poison working inside of her, choking her breath and befuddling her. She had been crawling somewhere, but she could no longer remember where. Dark green patches, like bruises, bloomed along her trunk. "Ravus," the tree woman whispered, the bark of her lips cracking. "Ravus." Copyright (c) 2005 by Holly Black Chapter 1 Now, here, you see, it takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that! --LEWIS CARROLL, THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS Valerie Russell felt something cold touch the small of her back and spun around, striking without thinking. Her slap connected with flesh. A can of soda hit the concrete floor of the locker room and rolled, sticky brown liquid fizzing as it pooled. Other girls looked up from changing into sweats and started to giggle. Hands raised in mock surrender, Ruth laughed. "Just a joke, Princess Badass of Badassia." "Sorry," Val forced herself to say, but the sudden surprise of anger hadn't entirely dissipated and she felt like an idiot. "What are you doing down here? I thought being near sweat gave you hives." Ruth sat down on a green bench, looking exotic in a vintage smoking jacket and long velvet skirt. Ruth's brows were thin pencil lines, her eyes outlined with black kohl and red shadow that made her look like a Kabuki dancer. Her hair was glossy black, paler at the roots and threaded with purple braids. She took a deep drag on her clove cigarette and blew smoke in the direction of one of Val's teammates. "Only my own sweat." Val rolled her own eyes, but she smiled. She had to admit it was a fantastic response. Val and Ruth had been friends forever, for so long that Val was used to being the overshadowed one, the "normal" one, the one who set up the witty one-liners, not the one who delivered them. She liked that role; it made her feel safe. Robin to Ruth's Batman. Chewbacca to her Han Solo. Val leaned down to kick off her sneakers and saw herself in the small mirror on her locker door, strands of orangy hair peeking out from a green bandanna. Ruth had been dyeing her own hair since the fifth grade, first in colors you could buy in boxes at the supermarket, then in crazy, beautiful colors like mermaid green and poodle pink, but Val had only dyed her hair once. It had been a store-bought auburn; just darker and richer than her own pale color, but it had gotten her grounded anyway. Back then, her mother punished her every time she did anything to show that she was growing up. Mom didn't want her to get a bra, didn't want her to wear short skirts, and didn't want her dating until high school. Now that she was in high school, all of a sudden, her mother was pushing makeup and dating advice. Val had gotten used to pulling her hair back in bandannas, wearing jeans and T-shirts though, and didn't want to change. "I've got some statistics for the flour-baby project and I picked out some potential names for him." Ruth unshouldered her giant messenger bag. The front flap was smeared with paint and studded with buttons and stickers--a pink triangle peeling at the edges, a button hand-lettered to say "Still Not King," a smaller one that read "Some things exist whether you believe in them or not," and a dozen more. "I was thinking maybe you could come over tonight and we could work on it." "I can't," Val said. "Tom and I are going to see a hockey game in the city after practice." "You're going to make a boy out of him yet," Ruth said, twirling one of her purple braids around her finger. Val frowned. She couldn't help noticing the edge in Ruth's voice when she talked about Tom. "Do you think he doesn't want to go?" Val asked. "Did he say something?" Ruth shook her head and took another quick draw on her cigarette. "No. No. Nothing like that." "I was thinking that we could go to the Village after the game if there's time. Walk around St. Mark's." Only a couple of months earlier, at the town fair, Tom had applied a press-on tattoo to the small of her back by kneeling down and licking the spot wet before pressing it to her skin. Now she could barely get him to have sex. "The city at night. Romantic." The way Ruth said it, Val thought she meant the opposite. "What? What's going on with you?" "Nothing," Ruth said. "I'm just distracted or something." She fanned herself with one hand. "So many nearly naked girls in one place." Val nodded, half-convinced. "Did you look at those chat logs like I told you? Find that one where I sent you statistics about all-female households for the project?" "I didn't get a chance. I'll find it tomorrow, okay?" Val rolled her eyes. "My mother is online twenty-four, seven. She has some new Internet boyfriend." Ruth made a gagging sound. "What?" Val said. "I thought you supported online love. Weren't you the one who said it was love of the mind? Truly spiritual without flesh to encumber it?" "I hope I didn't say that." Ruth pressed the back of her hand to her forehead, letting her body tip backward in mock faint. She caught herself suddenly, jerking upright. "Hey, is that a rubber band around your ponytail? That's going to rip out your hair. Get over here; I think I have a scrunchie and a brush." Val straddled the bench in front of Ruth and let her work out the band. "Ouch. You're making it worse." "Aren't you athletic types supposed to be more butch?" Ruth brushed Val's hair out and threaded it through the cloth tie, pulling it tight enough so that Val thought she could feel the tiny hairs on the back of her neck snapping. Jennifer walked up and leaned on her lacrosse stick. She was a plain, large-boned girl who'd been in Val's school since kindergarten. She always looked unnaturally clean, from her shiny hair to the sparkling white of her kneesocks and her unwrinkled shorts. She was also the captain of their team. "Hey lesbo, take it elsewhere." "You afraid it's catching?" Ruth asked sweetly. "Fuck off, Jen," Val said, less witty and a moment too late. "You're not supposed to smoke here," said Jen, but she didn't look at Ruth. She stared at Val's sweats. Tom had decorated one side of them: drawing a gargoyle with permanent marker up a whole leg. The other side was mostly slogans or just random stuff Val had written with a bunch of different pens. They probably weren't what Jen thought of as regulation practicewear. "Never mind. I got to go anyway." Ruth put out her cigarette on the bench, burning a crater in the wood. "Later, Val. Later, closet case." "What is with you?" Jennifer asked softly, as though she really wanted Val to be her friend. "Why do you hang out with her? Can't you see what a freak she is?" Val looked at the floor, hearing the things that Jen wasn't saying: Are you a lesbian, too? Are you hot for me? We're only going to put up with you for so long on this team unless you shape up. If life were like a video game, she would have used her power move to whip Jen in the air and knock her against the wall with two strikes of a lacrosse stick. Of course, if life really were like a video game, Val would probably have to do that in a bikini and with giant breasts, each one made of separately animated polygons. In real real life, Val chewed on her lip and shrugged, but her hands curled into fists. She'd been in two fights already since she joined the team and she couldn't afford to be in a third one. "What? You need your girlfriend to speak for you?" Val punched Jen in the face. Knuckles burning, Valerie dropped her backpack and lacrosse stick onto the already cluttered floor of her bedroom. Rummaging through her clothes, she snatched up underpants and a sports bra that made her even flatter than she already was. Then, grabbing a pair of black pants she thought were probably clean and her green hooded sweatshirt from the laundry pile, she padded out into the hall, cleated shoes scrunching fairy tale books free from their bindings and tracking dirt over an array of scattered video-game jewel cases. She heard the plastic crack under her heels and tried to kick a few to safety. In the hall bathroom, she stripped off her uniform. After rubbing a washcloth under her arms and reapplying deodorant, she then started pulling on her clothes, stopping only to inspect the raw skin on her hands. "This was your last shot," the coach had said. She'd waited three quarters of an hour in his office while everyone else practiced, and when he finally came in, she saw what he was going to say before he even opened his mouth. "We can't afford to keep you on the team. You are affecting everyone's sense of camaraderie. We have to be a single unit with one goal--winning. You understand, don't you?" There was a single knock before her door opened. Her mother stood in the doorway, perfectly manicured hand still on the knob. "What did you do to your face?" Val sucked her cut lip into her mouth, inspected it in the mirror. She'd forgotten about that. "Nothing. It was just an accident at practice." "You look terrible." Her mother squeezed in, shaking out her recently highlighted blond bob so that they were both reflected in the same mirror. Every time she went to the hairdresser, he seemed to just add more and brighter highlights, so that the original brown seemed to be drowning in a rising tide of yellow. "Thanks so fucking much." Val snorted, only slightly annoyed. "I'm late. Late. Late. Late. Like the white rabbit." "Hold on." Val's mom turned and walked out of the room. Val's gaze followed her down the hallway to the striped wallpaper and the family photographs. Her mother as a runner-up beauty queen. Valerie with braces sitting next to her mother on the couch. Grandma and Grandpa in front of their restaurant. Valerie again, this time holding her baby half sister at her dad's house. The smiles on their frozen faces looked cartoonish and their bared teeth were too white. A few minutes later, Val's mother returned with a zebra-striped makeup bag. "Stay still." Valerie scowled, looking up from lacing her favorite green Chucks. "I don't have time. Tom is going to be here any minute." She hadn't remembered to put on her own watch, so she pushed up the sleeve of her mother's blouse and looked at hers. He was already later than late. "Tom knows how to let himself in." Valerie's mother smeared her finger in some thick, tan cream and started tapping it gently under Val's eyes. "The cut is on my lip," Val said. She didn't like makeup. Whenever she laughed, her eyes teared and the makeup ran as if she'd been crying. "You could use a little color in your face. People in New York dress up." "It's just a hockey game, Mom, not the opera." Her mother gave that sigh, the one that seemed to imply that someday Val would find out just how wrong she was. She brushed Val's face with tinted powder and then with nontinted powder. Then there was more powder dusted on her eyes. Val recalled her junior prom last summer, and hoped her mother wasn't going to try and re-create that goppy, shimmery look. Finally, she actually painted some lipstick over Val's mouth. It made the wound sting. "Are you done?" Val asked as her mom started on the mascara. A sideways look at her mother's watch showed that the train would leave in about fifteen minutes. "Shit! I have to go. Where the hell is he?" "You know how Tom can be," her mother said. "What do you mean?" She didn't know why her mother always had to act as if she knew Val's friends better than Val did. "He's a boy." Val's mother shook her head. "Irresponsible." Valerie fished out her cell from her backpack and scrolled to his name. It went right to voice mail. She clicked off. Walking back to her bedroom, she looked out the window, past the kids skateboarding off a plywood ramp in the neighbor's driveway. She didn't see Tom's lumbering Caprice Classic. She phoned again. Voice mail. "This is Tom. Bela Lugosi's dead but I'm not. Leave me a message." "You shouldn't keep calling like that," her mother said, following her into the room. "When he turns his phone back on, he'll see how many calls he missed and who made them." "I don't care what he sees," Val said, thumbing the buttons. "Anyway, this is the last time." Val's mother shook her head and, stretching out on her daughter's bed, started to outline her own lips in brown pencil. She knew the shape of her own mouth so well that she didn't bother with a mirror. "Tom," Valerie said into the phone once his voice mail picked up. "I'm walking over to the train station now. Don't bother picking me up. Meet me on the platform. If I don't see you, I'll take the train and find you at the Garden." Her mother scowled. "I don't know that it's safe for you to go into the city by yourself." "If we don't make this train, we're going to be late for the game." "Well, at least take this lipstick." Val's mother rummaged in the bag and handed it over. "How is that going to keep me safer?" Val muttered and slung her backpack over her shoulder. Her phone was still clutched in her hand, plastic heating in her grip. Val's mother smiled. "I have to show a house tonight. Do you have your keys?" "Sure," Val said. She kissed her mother's cheek, inhaling perfume and hairspray. A burgundy lip print remained. "If Tom comes by, tell him I'm already gone. And tell him he's an asshole." Her mother smiled, but there was something awkward about her expression. "Wait," she said. "You should wait for him." "I can't," Val said. "I already told him I was going." With that, she darted down the stairs, out the front door, and across the small patch of yard. It was a short walk to the station and the cold air felt good. Doing something other than waiting felt good. The asphalt parking lot of the train station was still wet with yesterday's rain and the overcast sky swollen with the promise of more. As she crossed the lot, the signals started to flash and clang in warning. She made it to the platform just as the train ground to a stop, sending up a billow of hot, stinking air. Valerie hesitated. What if Tom had forgotten his cell and waited for her at the house? If she left now and he took the next train, they might not find each other. She had both tickets. She might be able to leave his at the ticket booth, but he might not think to check there. And even if all that worked out, Tom would still be all broody. When or if he finally showed up, he wouldn't be in the mood to do anything but fight. She didn't know where they could go, but she'd hoped that they could find someplace to be alone for a little while. She chewed the skin around her thumb, neatly biting off a hangnail and then pulling so a tiny strip of skin came loose. It was oddly satisfying, despite the tiny bit of blood that welled to the surface, but when she licked it away her skin tasted bitter. The doors to the train finally shut, ending her indecision. Valerie watched as it rolled out of the station and then started walking slowly home. She was relieved and annoyed to spot Tom's car parked next to her mother's Miata in the driveway. Where had he been? She sped up and yanked open the door. And froze. The screen slipped from her fingers, crashing closed. Through the mesh, she could see her mother bent forward on the white couch, crisp blue shirt unbuttoned past the top of her bra. Tom knelt on the floor, mohawked head leaning up to kiss her. His chipped black polished fingernails fumbled with the remaining buttons on her shirt. Both of them started at the sound of the door slamming and turned toward her, faces expressionless, Tom's mouth messy with lipstick. Somehow, Val's eyes drifted past them, to the dried-up daisies Tom had given her for their four-month anniversary. They sat on top of the television cabinet, where she'd left them weeks ago. Her mother had wanted Val to throw them out, but she'd forgotten. She could see the stems through the glass vase, the lower portion of them immersed in brackish water and blooming with mold. Valerie's mother made a choking sound and fumbled to stand, tugging her shirt closed. "Oh fuck," Tom said, half-falling onto the beige carpet. Val wanted to say something scathing, something that would burn them both to ashes where they were, but no words came. She turned and walked away. "Valerie!" her mother called, sounding more desperate than commanding. Looking back, she saw her mother in the doorway, Tom a shadow behind her. Valerie started to run, backpack banging against her hip. She only slowed when she was back at the train station. There, she squatted above the concrete sidewalk, ripping up wilted weeds as she dialed Ruth's number. Ruth picked up the phone. She sounded as if she'd been laughing. "Hello?" "It's me," Val said. She expected her voice to shake, but it came out flat, emotionless. "Hey," Ruth said. "Where are you?" Val could feel tears start to burn at the edges of her eyes, but the words still came out steady. "I found out something about Tom and my mother--" "Shit!" Ruth interrupted. Valerie went silent for a moment, dread making her limbs heavy. "Do you know something? Do you know what I'm talking about?" "I'm so glad you found out," Ruth said, speaking fast, her words almost tripping over each other. "I wanted to tell you, but your mom begged me not to. She made me swear I wouldn't." "She told you?" Val felt particularly stupid, but she just couldn't quite accept that she understood what was being said. "You knew?" "She wouldn't talk about anything else once she found out that Tom let it slip." Ruth laughed and then stopped awkwardly. "Not like it's been going on for that long or anything. Honestly. I would have said something, but your mom promised she would do it. I even told her I was going to tell--but she said she'd deny it. And I did try to drop hints." "What hints?" Val felt suddenly dizzy. She closed her eyes. "Well, I said you should check the chat logs, remember? Look, never mind. I'm just glad she finally told you." "She didn't tell me," Valerie said. There was a long silence. She could hear Ruth breathing. "Please don't be mad," she said finally. "I just couldn't tell you. I couldn't be the one to tell you." Val clicked off her phone. She kicked a stray chunk of asphalt into a puddle, and then kicked the puddle itself. Her reflection blurred; the only thing clearly visible was her mouth, a slash of red on a pale face. She smeared it, but the color only spread. When the next train came, she got on it, sliding into a cracked orange seat and pressing her forehead against the cool plastiglass window. Her phone buzzed and she turned it off without looking at the screen. But as Val turned back toward the window, it was her mother's reflection she saw. It took her a moment to realize she was looking at herself in makeup. Furious, she walked quickly to the train bathroom. The room was grubby and large, with a sticky rubber floor and hard plastic walls. The odor of urine mingled with the scent of chemical flowers. Small blobs of discarded gum decorated the walls. Val sat down on the toilet lid and forced herself to relax, to take deep breaths of putrid air. Her fingernails dug into the flesh of her arms and somehow that made her feel a little better, a little more in control. She was surprised by the force of her own anger. It overwhelmed her, making her afraid she might start screaming at the conductor, at every passenger on the train. She couldn't imagine lasting the whole trip. Already she was exhausted from the effort of keeping it together. She rubbed her face and looked down at her palm, streaked with burgundy lipstick and shaking slightly. Val unzipped her backpack and poured its contents onto the filthy floor as the train lurched forward. Her camera clattered on the rubber tile, along with a couple of rolls of film, a book from school--Hamlet--that she was supposed to have already read, a couple of hair ties, a crumpled package of gum, and a travel grooming case her mother had given her for her last birthday. She fumbled to open it--tweezers, manicuring scissors, and a razor, all glimmering in the dim light. Valerie took out the scissors, felt the small, sharp edges. She stood up and looked into the mirror. Grabbing a chunk of her hair, she started to chop. Stray locks curved around her sneakers like copper snakes when she was done. Val ran a hand over her bald head. It was slick with pink squirt-soap and felt rough as a cat's tongue. She stared at her own reflection, rendered strange and plain, at unflinching eyes and a mouth pressed into a thin line. Specks of hair stuck to her cheeks like fine metal filings. For a moment, she couldn't be sure what that mirror face was thinking. The razor and manicuring scissors clattered into the sink as the train lurched forward. Water sloshed in the toilet bowl. "Hello?" someone called from outside the door. "What's going on in there?" "Just a minute," Val called back. She rinsed off the razor under the tap and shoved it into her backpack. Slinging it over one shoulder, she got a wad of toilet paper, dampened it, and squatted down to mop up her hair. The mirror caught her eye again as she straightened. This time, a young man looked back at her, his features so delicate that she didn't think he could defend himself. Val blinked, opened the door, and stepped out into the corridor of the train. She walked back to her seat, feeling the glances of the other passengers flinch from her as she passed. Staring out the window, she watched the suburban lawns slip by until they went under a tunnel and she saw only her new, alien reflection in the window. The train pulled into an underground station and Val got off, walking through the stink of exhaust. She climbed up a narrow, unmoving escalator, crushed between people. Penn Station was thick with commuters, heads down as they passed one another and stands that sold pendants, scarves, and fiberoptic flowers that glowed with changing colors. Valerie stuck to one of the walls, passing a filthy man sleeping under a newspaper and a group of backpack-wearing girls screaming at one another in German. The anger she had felt on the train had drained away and Val moved through the station like a sleepwalker. Madison Square Garden was up another escalator, past a line of taxis and stands selling sugared peanuts and sausages. A man handed her a flyer and she tried to give it back, but he was already past her and she was left holding a sheet of paper promising "LIVE GIRLS." She crunched it up and stuffed it in her pocket. She pushed through a narrow corridor jammed with people, and waited at the ticket counter. The young guy behind the glass looked up when she pushed Tom's ticket through. He seemed startled. She thought it might be her lack of hair. "Can you give me my money back for that?" Val asked. "You already have a ticket?" he asked, squinting at her as though trying to figure out exactly what her scam was. "Yeah," she said. "My asshole ex-boyfriend couldn't make it." Understanding spread across his features and he nodded. "Gotcha. Look, I can't give you your money back because the game's already started, but if you give me both I could upgrade you." "Sure," Val said, and smiled for the first time that whole trip. Tom had already given her the money for his ticket and she was pleased that she could have the small revenge of getting a better seat from it. He passed her the new ticket and she slid through the turnstile, wading her way through the crowd. People argued, faces flushed. The air stank of beer. She'd been looking forward to seeing this game. The Rangers were having a great season. But even if they weren't, she loved the way the men moved on the ice, as though they were weightless, all the while balanced on knife blades. It made lacrosse look graceless, just a bunch of people lumbering over some grass. But as she looked for the doorway to her seat, she felt dread roiling in her stomach. The game mattered to all the other people the way it had once mattered to her, but now she was just killing time before she had to go home. She found the doorway and stepped through. Most of the seats were already occupied and she had to sidle past a group of ruddy-faced guys. They craned their necks to look around her, past the glass divider, to where the game had already started. The stadium smelled cold, the way the air did after a snowstorm. But even as her team skated toward a goal, her thoughts flickered back to her mother and Tom. She shouldn't have left the way she had. She wished she could do it over. She wouldn't even have bothered with her mother. She would have punched Tom in the face. And then, looking just at him, she would have said, "I expected as much from her, but I would have thought better of you." That would have been perfect. Or maybe she could have smashed the windows of his car. But the car was really a piece of junk, so maybe not. She could have gone over to Tom's house though, and told his parents about the dime bag of weed he kept between his mattress and box spring. Between that and this thing with Val's mother, maybe his family would have sent him off to some detention facility for mom-fucking, drug-addict freaks. As for her mother, the best revenge Val could ever have would be to call her dad, get her stepmother, Linda, on speakerphone, and tell them the whole thing. Val's dad and Linda had a perfect marriage, the kind that came with two adorable, drooling kids and wall-to-wall carpeting and mostly made Val sick. But telling them would make the story theirs. They would tell it whenever they wanted, shout it at Val's mother when they fought, report it to shock their golfing buddies. It was Val's story and she was going to control it. There was a roar from the audience. All around her, people jumped to their feet. One of the Rangers had thrown some guy from the other team down and was ripping off his own gloves. The referee grabbed hold of the Ranger, and his skate slid, slicing a line across the other player's cheek. As they were cleared away, Val stared at the blood on the ice. A man in white came and scraped up most of it and the Zamboni smoothed the ice during halftime, but a patch of red remained, as though the stain had soaked so deep it couldn't be drawn out. Even as her team made the final winning goal and everyone near her surged to their feet again, Val couldn't seem to look away from the blood. After the game, Val followed the crowd out onto the street. The train station was only a few steps away, but she couldn't face going home. She wanted to delay a little longer, until she could figure things out, dissect what had happened a little more. The very idea of getting back on the train filled her with a sick panic that made her pulse race and her stomach churn. She started to walk and, after a while, she noticed that the street numbers got smaller and the buildings got older, lanes narrowed and the traffic thinned out. Turning left, toward what she thought might be the edge of the West Village, she passed closed clothing stores and rows of parked cars. She wasn't quite sure of the time, but it had to be nearly midnight. Her mind kept unraveling the looks between Tom and her mother, glances that now had meaning, hints she should have picked up on. She saw her mother's face, some weird combination of guilt and honesty, when she'd told Val to wait for Tom. The memory made Val flinch, as though her body were trying to throw off a physical weight. She stopped and got a slice of pizza at a sleepy shop where a woman with a shopping cart full of bottles sat in the back, drinking Sprite through a straw and singing to herself. The hot cheese burned the roof of Val's mouth, and when she looked up at the clock, she realized she'd already missed the last train home. Copyright (c) 2005 by Holly Black

Bookclub Guide

A Reading Guide for TITHE, VALIANT, and IRONSIDE By Holly Black ABOUT THE BOOKS Holly Black's first Young Adult novel, the urban fantasy/faerie tale Tithe, focuses on a sixteen-year-old girl named Kaye who is actually a pixie, only at first she doesn't know it. Kaye starts to piece together the strange story of her real identity when she and her mother return to the New Jersey town where she grew up, and Kaye comes in contact with the faeries she used to play with as a child and a wounded knight, Roiben, who will change her life forever. Black's second book, Valiant, picks up where Tithe leaves off, but follows a different girl -- a human named Val -- who catches her boyfriend and her mother in a compromising position and runs away from home. In New York City, Val hooks up with a strange group of homeless teens and joins them in living in an abandoned subway station. It's not long before Val learns that these teens are not like anyone she's ever met -- they work as couriers for a troll and come in contact with faeries on a regular basis. Ironside, Black's third book, returns readers to Kaye's story, beginning two months after the ending of Tithe. Roiben is about to take the throne of the Unseelie Court and there will undoubtedly be a war, but then Kaye makes a foolish declaration and is sent on an impossible quest. Luis and Dave from Valiant become an integral part of the story as Kaye is forced to visit Silarial, the Seelie queen, to try to save Roiben and herself. DISCUSSION TOPICS How does Tithe compare with other fairy tale books you've read in the past? Did you like the modern setting? If you were Kaye, what gift would you have given to the kelpie if the broken carousel horse had not been available? What other orders would you have asked Rath Roiben Rye to carry out if you suddenly knew his full name? (Don't forget his skill of turning leaves into money!) For New Jersey and New York readers: Name all of the real locations that were mentioned in the three books -- for example: Allaire State Park, Café des Artistes, etc. If you were able to choose, would you want to be a part of the Seelie court, the Unseelie court, the solitary fey, or the human world? Why? At the end of Tithe, what do you imagine happened to Roiben and Kaye? Before you read the sequel, how did you feel about the ending of Tithe? Would you have ended the book differently? Were you excited to see cameos by some of the characters from Tithe in Valiant? Who is your favorite character from Valiant? Why? What qualities does this character possess that make him/her most interesting to you? If Valiant was made into a movie, what current film or TV stars would you cast as Val, Lolli, Dave, Luis, Ravus and the others? Put yourself in Lolli's shoes -- tell the story of Valiant from her point of view. What do you think happened to Lolli at the end of the book? What did you think of the use of the faerie drug "Never" in the story? Did you think that the book showed enough of the downside of using drugs? If Dave had never taken the drug, how do you think his story would change? What about Lolli? Val? We know that Kaye got her GED during the two months between the end of Tithe and the beginning of Ironside. What else do you think happened during this interim? How did Kaye cope with the loss of Janet, her mom moving away, her relationship with Roiben, etc.? Ironside obviously takes place in December -- what are the clues that tell you what time of year it is? If you were cursed like Corny, would you immediately get to the ocean to cure yourself or would you attempt to touch someone or something? Whom or what? Do you think it was a mistake for Kaye to have the young human brought back to Ellen? Do you think the girl will grow up to be a normal person? If you were in Kaye's position with no need for college and the ability to create a new life for yourself, what would you do? What do you think of Kaye's coffee shop plans and her idea of dividing her time between it and Roiben? Which adventurous duo do you think had a more challenging or exciting task: Val and Luis going after Mabry for Ravus's heart or Kaye and Corny traveling to the Seelie Court to strike a deal with Silarial? Should there be additional books in this series? How would the story continue? Which character besides Kaye or Val would you like to see explored in another book? Were any of the quotes at the beginning of each chapter familiar to you? Choose a few of your favorites and discuss how they relate to what happened in the story at that point. RESEARCH AND ACTIVITIES Create a Tithe board game that follows Kaye's travels between the Seelie and Unseelie courts and the human world. Playing pieces can represent something about each character -- Kaye's purple cat suit, Roiben's long white hair, Corny's beat-up car, etc. Use obstacles like iron, thorns, ogres, and the Unseelie queen. Make minor characters part of the game (Janet, Kenny, Ellen) by detouring major players to save them from the kelpie. Be creative! Make a clay sculpture, a painting, a drawing, or other piece of art of your favorite character from any of the books. What do you think they would actually look like? Make an Unseelie feast! Re-create dishes that Kaye sees when she sneaks into the Unseelie court, then invent your own interesting recipes. Write a spell for creating a glamour, then read it aloud to the group. Describe the new look you have created. Choose your favorite scene and act it out in front of the group. If several people wish to be involved, choose a scene that features many characters. Make your performance as simple or as elaborate as you choose by adding costumes and props or just reading dialogue aloud from the book. Assuming that Kaye's grandmother lives in Long Branch, New Jersey, get an atlas and map out the route that Kaye and Corny (and later, Luis) took during the course of their travels in Ironside. Design your own sword -- either patterned after the glass one Ravus used to teach Val how to fight or one of your own creation. Draw a detailed picture of your design.

Editorial Reviews

"This is a powerful book.... I love it when a girl learns how to be Valiant."
-- Tamora Pierce, author of the Immortals and Song of the Lioness quartets