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The Young Elites book. Read reviews from the world's largest community for readers. I am tired of being used, hurt, and cast custom-speeches.coma Amout. Read The Young Elites (The Young Elites 1) Online, Read Page 18 of The Young Elites (The Young Elites 1), Free Novels Online, Read Book Online, Listen. Read The Young Elites PDF. I am tired of being used, hurt, and cast aside. Adelina Amouteru is a survivor of the blood fever. A decade ago, the.

Resume Stop The memory fades away. The bright glow pulses inside the diamond for a moment before fading away.

I take a shuddering breath, lost in a haze of wonder and guilt at the memory. What was that? He looks down at the diamond. I glance at it too, half expecting it to glow with some color—but instead I see nothing.

He looks at me. Diamond shows your alignment to power and ambition, the fire inside you. Adelina, can you hold your arms out to either side?

Raffaele moves the diamond aside and replaces it with the veritium, now bathed in light. He studies me for a bit, then reaches out and pretends to pull at something invisible in the air.

I feel an odd, pushing sensation, like someone is trying to shove me aside, searching for my secrets. I instinctively push back. The veritium flashes and lets off a brilliant blue glow. The memory that comes to me this time: I am twelve.

Violetta and I sit together in our library, where I read to her from a book cataloging flowers. I can still remember those illuminated pages, the parchment crinkling like skeleton leaves. Like you. I stay silent. A while later, when she goes off to play at the harpsichord with Father, I venture out to the garden to look at our rosebushes. I study one of the roses carefully, and then look at my crooked ring finger that my father broke years earlier.

A dozen thorns slash into the flesh of my palm. Still, I clench my jaw and tighten my grip as hard as I can. Submit Search. Successfully reported this slideshow.

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A mistress. The thought still see the deep blue cityscape of Dalia, the rows of domed made me shrink from the stairs. Through a haze of numb- brick towers and cobblestone alleys, the marble temples, the ness, I watched my father shake hands and clink wineglass- docks where the edge of the city sloped gently into the sea, es with the man.

He where on clear nights gondolas with golden lanterns would looked relieved of a great burden. Tonight, the ocean churned on my door and fining me for giving her away too young. My father bowed his head. I continued staring out the rain-slashed window for a long while.

Tonight was the night. As my father escorted him to our door, I stole away into 10 I hurried to my bed, bent down, and dragged out a sack 11 na would belong to a noble household.

Inside it were fine silverware, to walk in. Where are you going, Adelina? Let him find me gone in about me. I steal. I took a for months, stashing things under my bed in preparation deep breath, then began to climb through the open window.

I whirled around at the voice. Behind me, the silhouette Enough to get by, at least, for several months. She stared at the open window ful of silks, and hurried about my chamber to collect any and the sack on my shoulders, and for a terrifying moment, jewelry I could find. My silver bracelets. A pearl necklace I thought she might raise her voice and shout for Father.

A But Violetta watched me quietly. I felt a pang of guilt, pair of sapphire earrings. I grabbed two long strips of silk even as the sight of her sent a flash of resentment through cloth that make up a Tamouran headwrap.

I would need to my heart. Why should I feel sorry for someone who cover up my silver hair while on the run. I worked in fever- has watched me suffer so many times before? I love you, Ade- ish concentration.

I added the jewelry and clothes carefully lina, she used to say, when we were small. Papa loves you, into the sack, hid it all behind my bed, and pulled my soft too. Why did I pity the leather riding boots onto my feet. I settled down to wait.

Still, I found myself rushing to her on silent feet, taking An hour later, when my father retired to bed and the one of her hands in mine, and putting a slender finger to house stilled, I grabbed the sack. I hurried to my window my lips. She gave me a worried look. In the dim glow of night, I could pane aside and propped it open. The storm had calmed see the gloss of her dark, marble eyes, the thinness of her some, but the rain still came down steadily enough to mute delicate skin.

Her beauty was so pure.

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I looked over my shoulder one if Father finds you. The rain turned everything icy and slick, were children again, each leaning against the other. Usually and my riding boots fought for grip against the narrow Violetta would pull away from me, knowing that Father did ledge.

Some silverware fell out of my sack, clattering on the not like to see us close. This time, though, she clung to me.

I made my way along the As if she knew that tonight was something different. I closed my eye and let go. My sister nodded against my shoulder. My legs crumpled beneath me when I landed. She did not my face. I wiped them out of my way and crawled up onto hate him in the same way that I did, and the thought of go- my hands and knees. The rain added a reflective sheen to ing against his teaching—that she was too good for me, that everything around me, as if this were all some nightmare to love me was a foolish thing—filled her eyes with guilt.

My focus narrowed. I needed to get nally, she nodded. I felt as if a blanket had been lifted from out of here before my father discovered me gone.

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Finally, my shoulders, like she was letting go of me. Stay safe. Good luck. You could come with me, I thought. Go back to my favorite stallion, whispered some soothing words to him, and saddled him. Still, We raced into the storm. The py life. I hope you fall in love and marry well. Good-bye, sister. My stallion snorted uneasily at the downpour 14 15 We stayed still for a long moment, and it seemed as if we I nearly slipped. My stallion snorted uneasily at the downpour 14 15 and took several steps backward.

His hooves sank into the pulled hard—I stumbled, lost my balance, and fell against mud. I swung down from the saddle, ran my hands along him. Mud splashed my face. All I could hear was the roar his neck in an attempt to calm him, and tried to pull him of rain, the darkness of his voice. The sound of galloping hooves behind me. Then his voice turned soothing. Let I froze in my tracks. At first it seemed distant, almost me take you home.

I trembled where I stood. I knew strength. His grip slipped against the slick of rain—my skin he was coming, it had to be him.

My hands stopped caress- twisted painfully against his, and for an instant, I was free. Had Violetta told my father after all? Perhaps hair. I shrieked, my hands grasping at the empty air. Who else would want you? Do you realize how much humiliation enough. Do you know how hard it is for me, apologizing into a puddle and his coat whipping out behind him.

His for you? I screamed.

I screamed with everything I had, hoping that my cries would wake the people sleeping in the buildings all around me, that they would witness this scene un- I tried in vain to escape his grasp, but his hand only gripped tighter until I gasped from the pain.

My father 16 folding. Would they care? My father tightened his grip on my hair and pulled harder.

Rain ran down his cheeks. Light the phantoms staggering toward him. He released me. I fell flashed across my vision. I stumbled, then collapsed in the to the ground and crawled away from him as fast as I could. My father still clung to my hair.

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He pulled so hard The black, ghostly shapes continued to lurch forward. I that I felt hair being torn from my scalp. The world swam in an ocean of blood and rain. My hatred. On this night, I swear to you that I will rise above everything Something snapped inside me. I will become a force that this world has never known. I will come into such power that none will dare hurt snarl. The rush of energy, the gathering of blinding light and me again.

Suddenly I could see everything, my father They gathered closer to him. Wait, I wanted to cry out, motionless before me, his snarling face a hairbreadth away even as a strange exhilaration flowed through me. Wait, from my own, our surroundings illuminated by moonlight stop. But the phantoms ignored me. My father screamed, so brilliant that it washed the world of color, turning ev- swatting desperately at their bony, outstretched fingers, erything black and white. Water droplets hung in the air.

A and then he turned around and ran. He smashed million glistening threads connected everything to every- into the chest of his horse and fell backward into the mud. The horse shrieked, the whites of its eyes rolling. It lifted its Something deep within me told me to pull on the threads. His body convulsed.Tonight was the night. Finally, my shoulders, like she was letting go of me. That's just dishonest.

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