Monsters of Men (Reissue with bonus short story): Chaos Walking: Book Three
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The riveting Chaos Walking trilogy by two-time Carnegie Medalist Patrick Ness, reissued with compelling new covers — and a bonus short story in each book.
As a world-ending war surges around them, Todd and Viola face monstrous decisions. The indigenous Spackle, thinking and acting as one, have mobilized to avenge their murdered people. Ruthless human leaders prepare to defend their factions at all costs, even as a convoy of new settlers approaches. And as the ceaseless Noise lays all thoughts bare, the projected will of the few threatens to overwhelm the desperate desire of the many. The consequences of each action, each word, are unspeakably vast: To follow a tyrant or a terrorist? To save the life of the one you love most, or thousands of strangers? To believe in redemption, or assume it is lost? Becoming adults amid the turmoil, Todd and Viola question all they have known, racing through horror and outrage toward a shocking finale.
an even bigger mess!” “That’s enough!” Simone snaps, suddenly like the Mission Commander. Bradley and Mistress Coyle stop. Then Simone says, “Viola?” They all look at me. “You’re the one who’s been here,” Simone says. “What do you think we should do?” [ To d d ] We’re losing– There ain’t no two ways about it– Me knocking down the Spackle on the horned creacher only made things better for a second– The men keep pushing forward and firing their guns and Spackle are falling and dying everywhere– 52
calling after me in apology as I walk away, but I do not turn around. Instead, I walk to a path I have found and start my way up the rocky hill by the side of the road. The Land has mostly made its camp along the flat of the road, but I see others on the hillside as I climb, others from areas where the Land lives in mountains and who are more comfortable on the steepness. Likewise down below, there are those from where the Land lives near rivers who sleep in quickly made boats. But then, the Land
to subside, slowly at first, then faster and faster until the arcs of colour thrown up by the spray of the waterfall disappeared and the vast width of the river became a muddy plain. As the sound of rushing water vanished, we could hear the voices of the Clearing raised in bafflement and fear at the bottom of the hill. And then came the hour of the archers, and our eyes went with them. They had slipped beneath the falls under cover of darkness, waiting until the sun rose and the water stopped.
noticing till they turned into life or death. I see James coming away from ’em, into the square. “Hey, James,” I greet him. “Angharrad needs some more feed.” “More?” He looks surprised. “She’s already been fed today.” “Yeah, but she’s still only coming outta the shock of the battle and all that. Besides,” I say, scratching my ear, “for the first time, she’s actually asking.” He gives a knowing smile. “You gotta watch out for that, ROAR 184 MONSTERS_PI_UK_44486_bodyNEW.indd 184 18/03/2013
riding his horse forward, leading all the men now, and more rifles are getting fired and tho more arrows and white flashes are coming from the Spackle and more soldiers are falling, Spackle are falling, too, their clay armour cracking and exploding, falling under the feet of other Spackle marching behind ’em– But they keep coming– “We’re outnumbered,” I say to the Mayor. “Oh, ten to one easily,” he says. I point up the hill. “And they’ve got more of those fire things!” “But not ready yet, Todd,”