The dangerous city of Ketterdam is governed by the Merchant Council, but in reality, large sectors of the city are given over to gangs who run the gambling dens and brothels. The underworld's rising star is 17-year-old Kaz Brekker, known as Dirtyhands for his brutal amorality. Kaz walks with chronic pain from an old injury, but that doesn't stop him from utterly destroying any rivals. When a councilman offers him an unimaginable reward to rescue a kidnapped foreign chemist—30 million kruge!—Kaz knows just the team he needs to assemble. There's Inej, an itinerant acrobat captured by slavers and sold to a brothel, now a spy for Kaz; the Grisha Nina, with the magical ability to calm and heal; Matthias the zealot, hunter of Grishas and caught in a hopeless spiral of love and vengeance with Nina; Wylan, the privileged boy with an engineer's skills; and Jesper, a sharpshooter who keeps flirting with Wylan. Bardugo broadens the universe she created in the Grisha Trilogy, sending her protagonists around countries that resemble post-Renaissance northern Europe, where technology develops in concert with the magic that's both coveted and despised. It’s a highly successful venture, leaving enough open questions to cause readers to eagerly await Volume 2.

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A propulsive mystery starring two unlikely friends who give Nancy Drew a run for her money. With a totally satisfying and surprising ending, The Agathas is so, so much fun.”—Jessica Goodman, New York Times bestselling author of They’ll Never Catch Us and They Wish They Were Us The road is busy tonight. It wraps along the cliffs, between the ocean and the hills, and there are only a few houses to the west of the highway. Downtown Castle Cove is on the east side of things, cut into the bottom of the hills.Liz Lawson Thanks so much for the question. These kids who experience school shootings are normally just left behind / forgotten by the media once the hype died …more Thanks so much for the question. These kids who experience school shootings are normally just left behind / forgotten by the media once the hype died down, and they're left with the gaping hole in their lives. I felt that exploring that was vitally important, and I hope my book helps some of those kids. There have to be at least two hundred people here, spread out everywhere, laughing, talking, crying. Everyone having a grand old time without me.

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Part Agatha Christie, part Veronica Mars, and completely entertaining." —Karen M. McManus, #1 New York Times bestselling author of One Of Us Is Lying What would Alice be doing out? Her friends hate her. And she should be, you know, reading about Icarus. Oh well. It’s not my fault if she doesn’t study, I tell myself. I’m glad I’m getting paid, no matter what happens with her grades. Our apartment smells like trash that needs to be taken out. Laundry we haven’t yet hauled down to the dreary basement, where we’ll have to lift out someone else’s clothes, musty and already half-dry from being left in the washer too long. I open the window above the sink so the ocean air pours in, cool and salty. Maybe it’ll freeze the tears brimming in my eyes.I will miss the sea when I finally get me and my mom out of here. I don’t know where I’ll take us, but it has to be far from this place. Somewhere he can’t bother us ever again. But it’s too late. I can feel his hands on my chest, pushing me. I’d wedged myself between them after he lunged at her. The snap in my wrist as I hit the linoleum. Everyone believes that Salil Singh killed his girlfriend, Andrea Bell, five years ago—except Pippa Fitz-Amobi.

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Brooke’s face flushes. She must be thinking what I’m thinking—I’ve never heard Steve speak like that before, not to anyone. Last summer, after I reappeared with no explanation, everyone was so pissed off, but Steve just ignored me—in fact, this is the longest conversation the two of us have had since the day he dumped me. He’s just not an angry guy. It’s been here since before Castle Cove was even really a town, and all the property on the cliff side of the road used to belong to it—according to what I’ve heard from Kennedy, at one point it had like one hundred acres, all to itself. Legend has it that Brooke’s great-grandmother used to have a zoo on the property, with llamas and tigers and everything. Now, with her gone, it’s quiet in my room. Too quiet. All I can think about is the fact that it’s Halloween night, and all my old friends are at the annual party at Levy Castle while I’m sit­ting here alone. My heart starts thumping in my chest as I take it all in. And of course Kennedy chooses this moment to spot me. But, before I hit downtown, I reach my destination—the Castle. It’s on the west side of the road, set on ten acres, the big­gest parcel of land on the cliff side of the highway. It was built by Brooke’s great-grandfather about eighty years ago as a residence for their family.The Thing staring down at me, face red, then him stagger­ing to the door, pushing past the old man. Brooke’s crying and her hair is in her face. Brooke has al­ways been pretty cool, and she doesn’t even have to be. She’s literally the most famous, richest girl in town. I mean, entire books have been written about her family history, which ap­parently involves some mysterious deaths at sea, a fortune made, lost, and remade, and an infamous custody battle in­volving her grandmother that made headlines around the world. All this means Brooke could be the biggest bitch in town, but she isn’t.

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I pull off the highway into the lot for the Castle and stop beside Park’s car, a green Porsche Cayenne that her parents bought her for no reason other than she exists and they love her. If her friends aren’t going to help her, I will. I take off after her. A girl shouldn’t be allowed to run away into the dark on her own. By the time we get to the parking lot, Steve is practically drag­ging me by the arm. Every time I tried to stop and say some­thing to him, he gave me this look and kept right on going. Now, under the streetlamps, I can see his face clearly for the first time, and he does not look happy.Oh my god. Ew,” she says loudly. The music basically screeches to a stop, and every single person turns in my direc­tion and stares. Merde. This is not the entrance I anticipated. In my mind, it went something like this: I walk in, Brooke sees me and collapses into a ball of tearful guilt, and every single one of these people apologizes to me for how rude they’ve been. Even though I saw them at school earlier and that didn’t happen, I somehow thought that it might now. I swear to god, sometimes I don’t know what I’m thinking. Crime Reads | THE GREAT LOS ANGELES CRIME NOVEL—AND THE WOMEN WHO ARE REVITALIZING IT (Crime Reads) I will.” He smiles at her and walks over to where she’s standing. He bends down to kiss her cheek, and suddenly, I’m invisible.