The Dark and Hollow Places (Forest of Hands and Teeth)
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There are many things that Annah would like to forget: the look on her sister's face before Annah left her behind in the Forest of Hands and Teeth, her first glimpse of the Horde as they swarmed the Dark City, the sear of the barbed wire that would scar her for life. But most of all, Annah would like to forget the morning Elias left her for the Recruiters.
Annah's world stopped that day, and she's been waiting for Elias to come home ever since. Somehow, without him, her life doesn't feel much different than the dead that roam the wasted city around her. Until she meets Catcher, and everything feels alive again.
But Catcher has his own secrets. Dark, terrifying truths that link him to a past Annah has longed to forget, and to a future too deadly to consider. And now it's up to Annah: can she continue to live in a world covered in the blood of the living? Or is death the only escape from the Return's destruction?
From the Hardcover edition.
pounds through my body, keeping me warm—but my ears still burn with cold, my throat raw and sore. “I can’t,” he says, hand clutching his chest. Every breath comes out as a cloud, blurring his features. “I promised the men I’d keep them alive and I need you to do it.” I’m shaking my head. “Even if you dragged me back I wouldn’t let you have Catcher,” I spit at him. “That’s not the way it works,” he says. “He’s proven enough times he’ll do what we ask to keep you alive. How do you think we knew
hugging. “And there,” he says, pointing toward the shallows, where a large ship sits serenely, deck bustling with activity as smaller boats ferry back and forth from the shore. “Gabry and Elias are already on board, making sure there’s enough room and supplies for everyone. We’ll go to Vista first and then …” He pauses, pulling me tighter, fitting us together as one. “Then we’ll search for other survivors. If we can survive, others have as well.” I shake my head, not ready to believe it. “You
strung up to catch and maim Unconsecrated, not a little girl so many generations later. I shudder, remembering the penetrating bite of each keen edge. The sound of Elias’s panic when he came searching and found me bloody and broken. Now, standing on the roof and looking down, I understand just a taste of what the Return must have been like. The fires that gutted rows of buildings and tore a gash through the old park. The sound of terror as people screamed and the dead moaned. The sight of
sort of badge. A way to ward people off. It’s like you want them to see only the worst parts of you. Like you think you’re ugly.” “I am ugly!” I roar at him. “What are you not seeing?” I scrape my hair back from my cheeks. “This isn’t beauty!” I scream at him, tilting my neck to the light struggling through the door. He’s now the one backing up the stairs and I keep climbing until we’re out in the snow. “Look at me!” I rip off my coat and then my shirt until I’m just wearing a short tight tank
losing. I sit on the wall, shifting until my feet hang over the nothingness. “Do you ever think it’s the dead that have the happy ending?” He pauses, his head tilted to the side as he thinks, and then he sits next to me twisting a rag between his fingers. “What do you mean?” I shrug. “Just that they don’t have to worry about surviving.” “But they’re dead,” he says. “Yeah. That means they don’t have to remember anything.” Elias shakes his head. “That means they can’t ever love.” I snort. “So