Youngbloods Excerpt
Youngbloods Excerpt
Youngbloods Excerpt
YOUNGBLOODS
SCOTT WESTERFELD
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HIDEAWAY
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She killed Col, the boy I loved.
Besides, my new crew likes to fly under the radar. The last thing
we need is another famous face to hide.
I step from the surgery tank a new person. Faster and stronger
than I’ve ever been. Less breakable, more dangerous. Someone the
world has never seen before.
I’m Special now.
Just like the rest of Tally Youngblood’s crew.
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Dear Little Shadow,
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Trust me—I’m paying for my deception. It was fun
when I only had to fool some rebels in the wild. But
running a city is much trickier.
I have to be both of us at once.
Candid and crafty. Deadly and wise.
Victim and hero.
Because I am the hero in this story, little sister—
there was no choice. Throwing that knife was the only
way to save our city.
I’m not sorry that I did it, only that it hurt you
so much.
And that it was him forcing me to hurt you. Just
like when we were littlies, and I had to pretend you
weren’t real.
Back then, I never forgot you were hiding in our
room, waiting for me to free you. When the rest of
the world didn’t know you existed, I held you dear.
It was you I was saving that night from his bomb,
more than anyone else.
Don’t hold me guilty for our father’s last crime.
—Rafia of Shreve
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BOSS TALLY
Six hoverboards skim down the dried-out river, low and fast.
We’re on silent magnetics, pushing against the minerals in the
dusty streambed. Boss Tally is in the lead, taking us down the moun-
tainside at a breakneck pace.
I ride carefully, as gracefully as I can. This is my first real mission
with the Youngbloods.
It’s been almost three months since Tally came to visit me in the
hospital, where I was recovering from the Fall of Shreve, the violent
end of my dictator father.
My body was already wrecked, irradiated by his last play for
power—a dirty bomb made from dug‑up Rusty nuclear waste. So
when Tally offered me a chance to join her crew, turning Special
seemed easy enough. The surgeons had already stripped me down
to the bone.
As a bonus, it made me even more different from my twin sister,
the murderer.
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Flying down this streambed, a thousand new instincts animate
my body, new reflexes, new tricks. When Croy’s board glances from
the ground ahead, a flurry of dirt rises in his wake, and the old me
wants to blink. But my transparent inner lids flick shut—eyes pro-
tected without even a millisecond’s loss of vigilance.
The rush of our boards echoes from the riverbed stones in my
exquisite new hearing. The reflections situate me in space, like I’m a
bat navigating the darkness.
This Special body is so powerful—this strength, these ceramic
bones. My lizard brain screams, Slow down, as the trees blur past.
I cling to the graceful sight of Tally hurtling down the slope ahead
of me. Most Specials’ movements are uncanny, insect-like. But Tally
is effortless in flight, like she was born on a hoverboard.
Her surgery is still old-style Special, a cruel beauty. An avenging
angel of history, arrived to save the present from my s ister—I hope.
All the Youngbloods look like their images in the history feeds.
Two decades older than when they began the revolution, but still
ready to take on the world.
No one’s told me exactly why Tally and her crew disappeared
from view for ten years. I only know they never stopped protecting
the wild.
That’s why we’re out here tonight—hunting poachers.
All at once, Tally leans into a skidding halt. A sudden expanse of
treeless dark looms beyond her.
The edge of a cliff.
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I bank hard, throwing my board sideways, feet slipping on its sur-
face. My lifting fans spin up with an e ar-rattling shriek.
Too late. Momentum carries me past Tally and the others, out over
the yawning blackness. My echolocation senses a two-hundred-meter
fall beneath me, full of trees.
That’s twice the altitude my board can maintain, and heavy forest
is the worst for hard landings.
As I start to fall, an ancient, instinctive fear of gravity hits. But it’s
off in the distance, somewhere in the discard pile of my pre-Special
emotions.
Shiny new reflexes kick in, my left hand flicking a rope made
of smart matter from my belt. It uncoils, snakelike, and wraps itself
around a gnarled tree stump projecting from the cliff. A swift tug pulls
me closer, and my board’s magnetics grasp the iron in the mountain.
The board slowly regains altitude, wafting back to the edge.
I stare down at my hands. They should be shaking, but the ragged
buzz of adrenaline has already drained away. This new body is a
sieve, shedding doubt and fear like water.
Tally’s crew is lined up along the edge of the cliff. None of them
seem concerned that I almost crashed into the darkness below. The
only clue that any of them noticed is the smile on Boss X’s face.
My first real mission with the Youngbloods, and I look like a
bubblehead.
I land and step off onto the stones, which are smooth beneath my
grippy shoes—this cliff was a waterfall before the river dried up.
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The smart rope slithers back around my waist, along with a stray
piece of memory. Before the operation, I was afraid of snakes.
That’s gone too.
Only grief seems to stick to me, the memory of Col dying in my
arms. The rage against my sister, gathering quietly in my marrow.
Tally angles her board, drifting toward me.
“Nice trick,” she says.
She thinks I almost crashed on purpose?
A dozen ways to misdirect her come to mind, to make myself look
less brain-missing. No surge can cut away a lifetime habit of pretend-
ing to be something I’m not.
But this is Tally Youngblood in front of me—the first rebel.
And I’m done with lies.
“Wasn’t intentional. Didn’t spot the cliff in time.”
She shrugs. “Yeah, the wild can make you focus-missing, after you
first turn Special. Don’t let the stars distract you.”
We both look up.
My new senses have transformed the night sky. The stars have
gone wild, the Milky Way turned into a sheet of white fire.
My enhanced vision discerns it all—the smudged-ember galaxies,
the piercing stares of planets and planetoids, the binaries teased apart
with a squint. Even the Extras’ space habitat is visible, geostationary
among the flitting comm satellites, its solar panels splayed like hex-
agonal wings.
But the dazzling sky isn’t why I failed to spot the cliff. I was too
busy watching Tally.
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My tenuous new ally, powerful enough to help me against my
sister.
“Sorry, Boss.”
“It’s all right, Frey. We just rewired your brain.” Tally looks out at
the valley before us, crowded with old-growth trees. “But keep your
eyes on the forest. Poachers love these moonless nights.”
I scan the horizon, looking for hovercraft or drones.
Nothing but birds, insects, and a scattered haze of pollen lit with
starlight. The treetops wave in the cold wind, like an anxious, roiling
crowd below us.
Boss Tally stays beside me, and I wonder if she has more to say.
I’ve been riding with the Youngbloods long enough to understand the
personalities and rhythms of the crew. But Tally and I haven’t had a
real conversation yet.
I’m younger than the rest of them, the daughter of a deposed dicta-
tor, a total unknown. Tally only let me join because Boss X was part
of the deal.
I guess he’s just plain X, now that he’s a Youngblood. He used
to have his own crew, who fought beside me and Col against
my father. He was a famous rebel boss, but he gave up his rank to
help me.
It was X who brought Tally to my bedside when everything
was lost. After my father fell, the other cities let Rafi take over
Shreve, though they’d promised the city to me. Even after she mur-
dered Col.
They don’t realize—she’s not a replacement for my father.
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She’s an extension of him.
X and I have no allies left with the power to fight her, except the
Youngbloods.
Tally catches me staring at her.
“You have a question, Frey?”
“Yes, Boss,” I say. “How do we know the poachers plan to hit this
place?”
She hesitates, long enough for me to wonder how much the
Youngbloods really trust me. All I know about tonight’s mission is
that we’re on the trail of crims who cut down old-growth forest under
cover of darkness. It’s classic Rusty behavior, killing ancient trees for
profit. Overnight a habitat is destroyed, turned into luxuries stamped
with the unmistakable mark of wealth.
An ecosystem died to make this chair. Doesn’t that feel . . . fancy?
The attacks have made the global feeds, but the free cities haven’t
done much to stop them.
So the Youngbloods are here.
“We don’t know where they’ll turn up next,” Tally says. “But this
is the last big stretch of old growth in the area.”
“We aren’t that far from Shreve,” I venture.
“Yeah. And it all started three months ago.”
Exactly when my sister took over.
Poaching is a quick and dirty way to make money, which the broken
city of Shreve sorely needs. Maybe Rafi’s becoming a w
atered-down
version of our father, more bandit than warlord, murdering trees
instead of people.
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I try not to sound too eager. “Growing up, Rafi had a lot of rich
friends with expensive tastes.”
Tally nods but doesn’t look convinced.
Sometimes it seem like only Boss X and I understand the danger
my sister represents. He was there the night Col died, Rafi striking
him down to distract our father.
Col’s life . . . traded for a diversion.
The anger inside me sparks for a moment, flashes through my
body. Its passage marks every muscle, every centimeter of skin, a sud-
den flush of fever.
A minute ago, I almost went over a cliff, and it only took seconds
for the arid calm of being a Special to descend again. But my rage, my
grief, never eases. It’s buried too deep inside, a defeated general in a
bunker, plotting revenge.
My most powerful ally against my father, the intelligent city of
Diego, saw everything Rafi did that night. But they don’t care about
Col Palafox or my broken heart. The free cities just want everything
back to normal.
Which means Rafi in control of Shreve, like she was raised to be.
Tally reaches out to brush my eyebrow, jolting me back from my
thoughts.
“You had a scar here, right?”
“Yeah,” I say. “My sister got cut in an assassination attempt. Our
doctor had to mark me too, to keep us exactly the same.”
Tally turns away, staring across the forest. For a moment, I think
she’s considering the dark bond between me and Rafi.
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But then she says, “I knew that assassin.”
I feel unsteady on my feet.
The assassin was Seanan, my long-lost brother—who died by my
hand the day I got this scar. He was also the love of Boss X’s life.
“You and X go back that far?”
Tally nods. “His parents were rebels. He grew up in the wild.”
“Huh,” I say. “That explains a lot.”
“I met your brother a few times. He was pretty intense.”
I don’t know what to say.
Seanan was kidnapped by my father’s political enemies when he
was seven years old. When our father wouldn’t pay their ransom—
surrendering power—Seanan was given to the rebels to be raised.
Growing up among them, it makes sense that he would meet the
most famous rebel of all.
Until that day in the hospital, I didn’t have a clue that X knew
Tally Youngblood. But I suppose that’s how she’s stayed hidden for
the last ten years: the silent loyalty of her friends.
“I guess that’s why you’re helping me,” I venture.
“Who says I’m helping you?” A shrug. “This is about your sister—
she pretended to be a rebel when all she wanted was power. That’s
bogus.”
“That’s who she is,” I say.
Tally gives me a cool smile. “And you’re her mirror image.”
“Same genes,” I say. “Different upbringing.”
She nods at this—everyone knows my story by now. How I was
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raised as a body double for Rafi, a bodyguard, sniper bait. Our father
didn’t even give me a name.
And then Rafi stole the one I made for myself.
“You never thought of taking your father’s place?” Tally asks.
I again make the decision not to lie.
“The free cities offered to put me in control. It was the only way
they’d help us overthrow our father. But then Rafi found out they’d
offered Shreve to me, and decided I was her enemy.”
“So did your sister betray you?” Tally asks. “Or did she out-
play you?”
I hold her gaze. Maybe she thinks I’m just like Rafi, in love with
fame and power, only not as clever.
I search for the truth inside me, trying not to get lost in the tangles
of my own deceptions. All those years pretending to be my sister, I
assumed that a life with no secrets would be simple.
Turns out living the truth can be just as tricky as lies.
“There was a part of me that cared about ruling Shreve. But Rafi
killed it when she murdered Col Palafox.”
Tally puts her hand on my shoulder, wearing an expression I hav-
en’t seen from her before. I see where grief has worn itself into her
perfect features.
In all these years of fighting, she must have lost people too.
Tally gestures at her own eyebrow, where a flash tattoo pulses,
covering an old wound. “I’m glad you got rid of your scar. Didn’t need
another one in the crew.”
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“That’s my new goal, Boss,” I say. “Being one of a kind.”
Tally smiles. “As long as you’re not trying to be me.”
Before I can ask what she means, someone shouts from along the
cliff—Shay, the crew’s second‑in‑command.
“There’s something in the trees!”
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