Fate of Flames by Sarah Raughley

Author:Sarah Raughley [Sarah Raughley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781481466776
Publisher: Simon Pulse
Published: 2016-11-22T05:00:00+00:00

NATALYA FILIPOVA WAS MURDERED.

It was more than a hypothesis. However fleeting and confusing the memory had been, it had given me something no one else could: insight into Natalya’s last moments.

Natalya was murdered.

Or was she?

Groaning, I buried my head in my hands. It’d already been half a day since Sect agents dragged Saul off to the Division headquarters. Good. Mission accomplished. For a second I thought they’d finally let me go back to Brooklyn, but then Sibyl forced all four of us—me, Belle, Lake, and Chae Rin—to stick around. Why? She wouldn’t say. I wasn’t even allowed to call Uncle Nathan. Even stranger, Uncle Nathan wasn’t trying to call me.

The Sect facility here wasn’t equipped for four emotionally and physically exhausted Effigies. After a battle like that? We needed R & R. We needed beds and showers and food that wasn’t bad coffee. After a lengthy bout of passionate lobbying led by Lake, the Sect had finally caved and put us up in a nice hotel on the edge of the city, far from the battle site. I’d managed to get four good hours of sleep before waking up to the sounds of helicopters outside my window. Helicopters. Reporters on the ground. Hollering locals. Maybe Effigy fans. Hell, I probably would have been right there with them, back in the day.

Luckily, the Sect, anticipating the deluge of international reporters, had booked the entire eleventh floor of the hotel just for us, but while it helped with security, the media frenzy still found its way inside my comfy hotel room through various means.

Meet Maia Finley: Natalya’s Successor. This was the title of a post on an online gossip site, which, to my endless delight, featured interviews from my classmates at Ashford High—like gymnastics queen Missy Stevenson, who didn’t waste a second telling the world about every embarrassing thing she’d ever seen me do. I wished I could say they were all lies.

Can Finley Fill Filipova’s Shoes? From the Washington Post. Should have gone for “flippers,” what with the alliteration they already had going.

The battle with Saul had already been dragged into the bloodthirsty arena of twenty-four-hour news television. Pundits cynically picked at the story from every angle. Some of the footage was online already: of me walking inside the bookstore, of Saul’s phantom leaping up to swallow him.

“The Department of Defense is issuing an emergency assessment of every Needle and antiphantom device in the country,” said a CNN news anchor. Her face was split-screened with a chubby, gross-looking man who blustered from his side of the TV. “According to a statement issued by the Sect press secretary, they have a suspect in custody. But, John, they’ve given no details on the nature of this suspect or the recent international phantom attacks.”

“Wendy, what are you expecting? The Sect has proved time and time again that they are not only incapable of handling matters of international security, but utterly unwilling to fulfill their promises of transparency.” John’s bloated face reddened by the second.

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