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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Childrenâs Books in 2018
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Text © 2018 by Veronica Roth
Map © 2017 by Veronica Roth. All rights reserved.
Map illustrated by Virginia Allyn
Typography by Joel Tippie
Jacket art ⢠& © 2018 by Veronica Roth
Jacket art by Jeff Huang
Jacket design by Erin Fitzsimmons
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Source ISBN: 9780008192198
Ebook Edition © April 2018 ISBN: 9780008192228
Version: 2018-04-09
To my dad, Frank, my brother, Frankie, and my sister, Candice:
we may not share blood, but Iâm so lucky weâre family.
âWHY SO AFRAID?â WE ask ourself.
âShe is coming to kill us,â we reply.
We were once alarmed by this feeling of being in two bodies at once. We have grown accustomed to it in the cycles since the shift occurred, since both our currentgifts dissolved into this new, strange one. We know how to pretend, now, that we are two people instead of oneâthough we prefer, when we are alone, to relax into the truth. We are one person in two bodies.
We are not on Urek, as we were the last time we knew our location. We are adrift in space, the bend of the blushing currentstream the only interruption in the blackness.
Only one of our two cells has a window. It is a narrow thing, with a thin mattress in it and a bottle of water. The other cell is a storage room that smells of disinfectant, harsh and acrid. The only light comes from the vents in the door, closed now but not fully sealed against the hallway glow.
We stretch two armsâone shorter and browner, the other long and paleâin unison. The former feels lighter, the latter clumsy and heavy. The drugs have faded from one body but not the other.
One heart pounds, hard, and the other maintains a steady rhythm.
âTo kill us,â we say to ourself. âAre we sure?â
âAs sure as the fates. She wants us dead.â
âThe fates.â There is dissonance here. Just as a person can love and hate something at once, we love and hate the fates, we believe and do not believe in them. âWhat was the word our mother usedââ We have two mothers, two fathers, two sisters. And yet only one brother. âAccept your fate, or bear it, orââ
ââSuffer the fate,â she said,â we reply. ââFor all else is delusion.ââ
LAZMET NOAVEK, MY FATHER and former tyrant of Shotet, had been presumed dead for over ten seasons. We had held a funeral for him on the first sojourn after his passing, sent his old armor into space, because there was no body.
And yet my brother, Ryzek, imprisoned in the belly of this transport ship, had said, Lazmet is still alive.
My mother had called my father âLaz,â sometimes. No one else would have dared but Ylira Noavek. âLaz,â she would say, âlet it go.â And he obeyed her, as long as she didnât command him too often. He respected her, though he respected no one else, not even his own friends.
With her he had some softness, but with everyone else ⦠well.