Voilà cinquante ans qu'une guerre nucléaire a décimé la population mondiale. Un groupe de survivants d'une dizaine de milliers de personnes a fini par se former, et ce qui reste des États-Unis d'Amérique s'est choisi un président. Mais des deux familles qui se sont affrontées pour obtenir le pouvoir, la mienne a perdu. Aujourd'hui, les fils et les filles des adversaires d'autrefois sont contraints de s'épouser, chaque année, lors d'une cérémonie censée assurer l'unité du peuple.
J'ai seize ans cette année, et mon tour est venu.
Je m'appelle Ivy Westfall, et je n'ai qu'une seule et unique mission dans la vie : tuer le garçon qu'on me destine, Bishop, le fils du président. Depuis ma plus tendre enfance, je me prépare pour ce moment. Peu importent mes sentiments, mes désirs, mes doutes. Les espoirs de toute une communauté reposent sur moi. Le temps de la rébellion approche...
Bishop doit mourir. Et je serai celle qui le tuera.
«Mais j’ai appris à la dure qu’on ne choisit pas la personne qu’on aime. C’est l’amour qui nous choisit, qui se fiche bien de ce qui est pratique, facile ou planifié. L’amour a ses propres projets et tout ce que nous pouvons faire, c’est le laisser agir à sa guise. » Ivy
This morning, Kady thought breaking up with Ezra was the hardest thing she’d have to do. This afternoon, her planet was invaded.
The year is 2575, and two rival megacorporations are at war over a planet that’s little more than a speck at the edge of the universe. Now with enemy fire raining down on them, Kady and Ezra—who are barely even talking to each other—are forced to evacuate with a hostile warship in hot pursuit.
But their problems are just getting started. A plague has broken out and is mutating with terrifying results; the fleet’s AI may actually be their enemy; and nobody in charge will say what’s really going on. As Kady hacks into a web of data to find the truth, it’s clear the only person who can help her is the ex-boyfriend she swore she’d never speak to again.
Told through a fascinating dossier of hacked documents—including emails, maps, files, IMs, medical reports, interviews, and more--Illuminae is the first book in a heart-stopping trilogy about lives interrupted, the price of truth, and the courage of everyday heroes.
« Miracles are statistical improbabilities. And fate is an illusion humanity uses to comfort itself in the dark. There are no absolutes in life, save death. » - AIDAN
Beautiful. Deadly. Destined for greatness.
In the dark, filthy salt mines of Endovier, an eighteen-year-old girl is serving a life sentence. She is a trained assassin, the best of her kind, but she made a fatal mistake. She got caught.
Young Captain Westfall offers her a deal: her freedom in return for one huge sacrifice. Celaena must represent the prince in a to-the-death tournament - fighting the most gifted thieves and assassins in the land. Live or die, Celaena will be free. Win or lose, she is about to discover her true destiny. But will her assassin's heart be melted?
« My name is Celaena Sardothien. But it makes no difference if my name's Celaena or Lillian or Bitch, because I'd still beat you, no matter what you call me. » Celaena
« I’ve left some clues for you. If you want them, turn the page. If you don’t, put the book back on the shelf, please. »
At the urge of her lucky-in-love brother, sixteen-year-old Lily has left a red notebook full of dares on her favourite bookshop shelf, waiting for just the right guy to come along and accept. Curious, snarky Dash isn’t one to back down from a challenge – and the Book of Dares is the perfect distraction he’s been looking for.
As they send each other on a scavenger hunt across Manhattan, they’re falling for each other on paper. But finding out if their real selves share their on-page chemistry could be their biggest dare yet….
« You think fairy tales are only for girls? Here's a hint–ask yourself who wrote them. I assure you, it wasn't just the women. It's the great male fantasy–all it takes is one dance to know that she's the one. All it takes is the sound of her song from the tower, or a look at her sleeping face. And right away you know–this is the girl in your head, sleeping or dancing or singing in front of you. Yes, girls want their princes, but boys want their princesses just as much. And they don't want a very long courtship. They want to know immediately » - Dash