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When seventeen-year-old Valerie runs away to New York City, she's trying to escape a life that has utterly betrayed her. Sporting a new identity, she takes up with a gang of squatters who live in the city's labyrinthine subway system.
But there's something eerily beguiling about Val's new friends. And when one talks Val into tracking down the lair of a mysterious creature with whom they are all involved, Val finds herself torn between her newfound affection for an honorable monster and her fear of what her new friends are becoming.
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherMargaret K. McElderry Books
- Publication dateMay 1, 2006
- Reading age14 years and up
- Grade level8 - 12
- File size3328 KB
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"Intoxicating."
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"An edgy but ultimately life-affirming read."
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"This is a powerful book.... I love it when a girl learns how to be Valiant."
-- Tamora Pierce, author of the Immortals and Song of the Lioness quartets
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1
Now, here, you see, it takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!
—LEWIS CARROLL, THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS
Valerie Russell felt something cold touch the small of her back and spun around, striking without thinking. Her slap connected with flesh. A can of soda hit the concrete floor of the locker room and rolled, sticky brown liquid fizzing as it pooled. Other girls looked up from changing into sweats and started to giggle.
Hands raised in mock surrender, Ruth laughed. “Just a joke, Princess Badass of Badassia.”
“Sorry,” Val forced herself to say, but the sudden surprise of anger hadn’t entirely dissipated and she felt like an idiot. “What are you doing down here? I thought being near sweat gave you hives.”
Ruth sat down on a green bench, looking glamorous in a vintage smoking jacket and long velvet skirt. Ruth’s brows were thin pencil lines, her eyes outlined with black kohl and red shadow. Her hair was glossy black, paler at the roots and threaded with purple braids. She took a deep drag on her clove cigarette and blew smoke in the direction of one of Val’s teammates. “Only my own sweat.”
Val rolled her eyes, smiling. Val and Ruth had been friends forever, for so long that Val was used to being the overshadowed one, the “normal” one, the one who set up the witty one-liners, not the one who delivered them. She liked that role; it made her feel safe. Robin to Ruth’s Batman. Chewbacca to her Han Solo.
Val leaned down to kick off her sneakers and saw herself in the small mirror on her locker door, strands of orangey hair peeking out from a green bandanna.
Ruth had been dyeing her own hair since the fifth grade, first in colors you could buy in boxes at the supermarket, then in crazy, beautiful colors like mermaid green and poodle pink, but Val had only dyed her hair once. It had been a store-bought auburn; darker and richer than her own pale color, but it had gotten her grounded anyway. Back then, her mother punished her every time she did anything to show that she was growing up. Mom didn’t want her to get a bra, didn’t want her to wear short skirts, and didn’t want her dating until high school. Now that she was in high school, all of a sudden her mother was pushing makeup and dating advice. Val had gotten used to pulling her hair back in bandannas, wearing jeans and T-shirts though, and didn’t want to change.
“I’ve got some statistics for the flour-baby project and I picked out some potential names for him.” Ruth unshouldered her giant messenger bag. The front flap was smeared with paint and studded with buttons and stickers—a pink triangle peeling at the edges, a button hand-lettered to say “Still Not King,” a smaller one that read “Some things exist whether you believe in them or not,” and a dozen more. “I was thinking maybe you could come over tonight and we could work on it.”
“I can’t,” Val said. “Tom and I are going to see a hockey game in the city after practice.”
“Wow. Something you want to do for a change,” Ruth said, twirling one of her purple braids around her finger.
Val frowned. She couldn’t help noticing the edge in Ruth’s voice when she talked about Tom. “Do you think he doesn’t want to go?” Val asked. “Did he say something?”
Ruth shook her head and took another quick draw on her cigarette. “No. No. Nothing like that.”
“I was thinking that we could go to the Village after the game if there’s time. Walk around St. Mark’s.” Only a couple of months earlier, at the town fair, Tom had applied a press-on tattoo to the small of her back by kneeling down and licking the spot wet before pressing it to her skin. Now she could barely get him to kiss her.
“The city at night. Romantic.”
The way Ruth said it, Val thought she meant the opposite. “What? What’s going on with you?”
“Nothing,” Ruth said. “I’m just distracted or something.” She fanned herself with one hand. “So many nearly naked girls in one place.”
Val nodded, half-convinced.
“Did you look at those chat logs like I told you? Find that one where I sent you statistics about all-female households for the project?”
“I didn’t get a chance. I’ll find it tomorrow, okay?” Val rolled her eyes. “My mother is online twenty-four, seven. She has some new Internet boyfriend.”
Ruth made a gagging sound.
“What?” Val said. “I thought you supported online love. Weren’t you the one who said it was love of the mind? Truly spiritual without flesh to encumber it?”
“I hope I didn’t say that.” Ruth pressed the back of her hand to her forehead, letting her body tip backward in a mock faint. She caught herself suddenly, jerking upright. “Hey, is that a rubber band around your ponytail? That’s going to rip out your hair. Get over here; I think I have a scrunchie and a brush.”
Val straddled the bench in front of Ruth and let her work out the band. “Ouch. You’re making it worse.”
“Okay, wuss.” Ruth brushed Val’s hair out and threaded it through the cloth tie, pulling it tight enough so that Val thought she could feel the tiny hairs on the back of her neck snapping.
Jennifer walked up and leaned on her lacrosse stick. She was a plain, large-boned girl who’d been in Val’s school since kindergarten. She always looked unnaturally clean, from her shiny hair to the sparkling white of her kneesocks and her unwrinkled shorts. She was also the captain of their team. “Hey you two, take it elsewhere.”
“You afraid it’s catching?” Ruth asked sweetly.
“Fuck off, Jen,” Val said, less witty and a moment too late.
“You’re not supposed to smoke here,” said Jen, but she didn’t look at Ruth. She stared at Val’s sweats. Tom had decorated one side of them: drawing a gargoyle with permanent marker up a whole leg. The other side was mostly slogans or just random stuff Val had written with a bunch of different pens. They probably weren’t what Jen thought of as regulation practice wear.
“Never mind. I got to go anyway.” Ruth put out her cigarette on the bench, burning a crater in the wood. “Later, Val. Later, loser.”
“What is with you?” Jennifer asked softly, as though she really wanted Val to be her friend. “Why do you hang out with her? Can’t you see what a freak she is?”
Val looked at the floor, hearing the things that Jen wasn’t saying: Don’t you know that people who hang out with the weird kids are supposed to be bad at sports? Are you hot for me? Why don’t you just quit the team before we have to throw you off it?
If life were like a video game, she would have used her power move to whip Jen in the air and knock her against the wall with two strikes of a lacrosse stick. Of course, if life really were like a video game, Val would probably have to do that in a bikini and with giant breasts, each one made of separately animated polygons.
In real real life, Val chewed on her lip and shrugged, but her hands curled into fists. She’d been in two fights already since she joined the team and she couldn’t afford to be in a third one.
“What? You need your girlfriend to speak for you?”
Val punched Jen in the face.
Knuckles burning, Valerie dropped her backpack and lacrosse stick onto the already cluttered floor of her bedroom. Rummaging through her clothes, she snatched up underpants and a sports bra that made her even flatter than she already was. Then, grabbing a pair of black pants she thought were probably clean and her green hooded sweatshirt from the laundry pile, she padded out into the hall, cleated shoes scrunching fairy-tale books free from their bindings and tracking dirt over an array of scattered video-game jewel cases. She heard the plastic crack under her heels and tried to kick a few to safety.
In the hall bathroom, she stripped off her uniform. After rubbing a washcloth under her arms and reapplying deodorant, she then started pulling on her clothes, stopping only to inspect the raw skin on her hands.
“This was your last shot,” the coach had said. She’d waited three quarters of an hour in his office while everyone else practiced, and when he finally came in, she saw what he was going to say before he even opened his mouth. “We can’t afford to keep you on the team. You are affecting everyone’s sense of camaraderie. We have to be a single unit with one goal—winning. You understand, don’t you?”
There was a single knock before her door opened. Her mother stood in the doorway, perfectly manicured hand still on the knob. “What did you do to your face?”
Val sucked her cut lip into her mouth, inspected it in the mirror. She’d forgotten about that. “Nothing. It was just an accident at practice.”
“You look terrible.” Her mother squeezed in, shaking out her recently highlighted blond bob so that they were both reflected in the same mirror. Every time she went to the hairdresser, he seemed to just add more and brighter highlights, so that the original brown seemed to be drowning in a rising tide of yellow.
“Thanks so much.” Val snorted, only slightly annoyed. “I’m late. Late. Late. Late. Like the white rabbit.”
“Hold on.” Val’s mom turned and walked out of the room. Val’s gaze followed her down the hallway to the striped wallpaper and the family photographs. Her mother as a runner-up beauty queen. Valerie with braces sitting next to her mother on the couch. Grandma and Grandpa in front of their restaurant. Valerie again, this time holding her baby half sister at her dad’s house. The smiles on their frozen faces looked cartoonish and their bared teeth were too white.
A few minutes later, Val’s mother returned with a zebra-striped makeup bag. “Stay still.”
Valerie scowled, looking up from lacing her favorite green Chucks. “I don’t have time. Tom is going to be here any minute.” She hadn’t remembered to put on her own watch, so she pushed up the sleeve of her mother’s blouse and looked at hers. He was already later than late.
“Tom knows how to let himself in.” Valerie’s mother smeared her finger in some thick, tan cream and started tapping it gently under Val’s eyes.
“The cut is on my lip,” Val said. She didn’t like makeup. Whenever she laughed, her eyes teared and the makeup ran as if she’d been crying.
“You could use a little color in your face. People in New York dress up.”
“It’s just a hockey game, Mom, not the opera.”
Her mother gave that sigh, the one that seemed to imply that someday Val would find out just how wrong she was. She brushed Val’s face with tinted powder and then with nontinted powder. Then there was more powder dusted on her eyes. Val recalled her junior prom last summer and hoped her mother wasn’t going to try and re-create that goopy, shimmery look. Finally, she actually painted some lipstick over Val’s mouth. It made the wound sting.
“Are you done?” Val asked as her mom started on the mascara. A sideways look at her mother’s watch showed that the train would leave in about fifteen minutes. “Shit! I have to go. Where the hell is he?”
“You know how Tom can be,” her mother said.
“What do you mean?” She didn’t know why her mother always had to act as if she knew Val’s friends better than Val did.
“He’s a boy.” Val’s mother shook her head. “Irresponsible.”
Valerie fished out her cell from her backpack and scrolled to his name. It went right to voice mail. She clicked off. Walking back to her bedroom, she looked out the window, past the kids skateboarding off a plywood ramp in the neighbor’s driveway. She didn’t see Tom’s lumbering Caprice Classic.
She phoned again. Voice mail.
“This is Tom. Bela Lugosi’s dead but I’m not. Leave me a message.”
“You shouldn’t keep calling like that,” her mother said, following her into the room. “When he turns his phone back on, he’ll see how many calls he missed and who made them.”
“I don’t care what he sees,” Val said, thumbing the buttons. “Anyway, this is the last time.”
Val’s mother stretched out on her daughter’s bed and started to outline her own lips in brown pencil. She knew the shape of her own mouth so well that she didn’t bother with a mirror.
“Tom,” Valerie said into the phone once his voice mail picked up. “I’m walking over to the train station now. Don’t bother picking me up. Meet me on the platform. If I don’t see you, I’ll take the train and find you at the Garden.”
Her mother scowled. “I don’t know that it’s safe for you to go into the city by yourself.”
“If we don’t make this train, we’re going to be late for the game.”
“Well, at least take this lipstick.” Val’s mother rummaged in the bag and handed it over.
“How is that going to help?” Val muttered and slung her backpack over her shoulder. Her phone was still clutched in her hand, plastic heating in her grip.
Val’s mother smiled. “I have to show a house tonight. Do you have your keys?”
“Sure,” Val said. She kissed her mother’s cheek, inhaling perfume and hairspray. A burgundy lip print remained. “If Tom comes by, tell him I’m already gone. And tell him he’s an asshole.”
Her mother smiled, but there was something awkward about her expression. “Wait,” she said. “You should wait for him.”
“I can’t,” Val said. “I already told him I was going.”
With that, she darted down the stairs, out the front door, and across the small patch of yard. It was a short walk to the station and the cold air felt good. Doing something other than waiting felt good.
The asphalt parking lot of the train station was still wet with yesterday’s rain and the overcast sky swollen with the promise of more. As she crossed the lot, the signals started to flash and clang in warning. She made it to the platform just as the train ground to a stop, sending up a billow of hot, stinking air.
Valerie hesitated. What if Tom had forgotten his cell and waited for her at the house? If she left now and he took the next train, they might not find each other. She had both tickets. She might be able to leave his at the ticket booth, but he might not think to check there. And even if all that worked out, Tom would still sulk. When or if he finally showed up, he wouldn’t be in the mood to do anything but fight. She didn’t know where they could go, but she’d hoped that they could find someplace to be alone for a little while.
She chewed the skin around her thumb, neatly biting off a hangnail and then pulling so a tiny strip of skin came loose. It was oddly satisfying, despite the tiny bit of blood that welled to the surface, but when she licked it away her skin tasted bitter.
The doors to the train finally shut, ending her indecision. Valerie watched as it rolled out of the station and then started walking slowly home. She was relieved and annoyed to spot Tom’s car parked next to her mother’s Miata in the driveway. Where had he been? She sped up and yanked open the door.
And froze. The screen slipped from her fingers, crashing closed. Through the mesh, she could see her mother bent forward on the white couch, crisp blue shirt unbuttoned past the top of her bra. Tom knelt on the floor, mohawked head leaning up to kiss her. His chipped black polished fingernails fumbled with the remaining buttons on her shirt. Both of them started at the sound of the door slamming and turned toward her, faces expressionless, Tom’s mouth messy with lipstick. Somehow, Val’s eyes drifted past them, to the dried-up daisies Tom had given her for their four-month anniversary. They sat on top of the television cabinet, where she’d left them weeks ago. Her mother had wanted Val to throw them out, but she’d forgotten. She could see the stems through the glass vase, the lower portion of them immersed in brackish water and blooming with mold.
Valerie’s mother made a choking sound and fumbled to stand, tugging her shirt closed.
“Oh fuck,” Tom said, half-falling onto the beige carpet.
Val wanted to say something scathing, something that would burn them both to ashes where they were, but no words came. She turned and walked away.
“Valerie!” her mother called, sounding more desperate than commanding. Looking back, she saw her mother in the doorway, Tom a shadow behind her. Valerie started to run, backpack banging against her hip. She only slowed when she was back at the train station. There, she squatted above the concrete sidewalk, ripping up wilted weeds as she dialed Ruth’s number.
Ruth picked up the phone. She sounded as if she’d been laughing. “Hello?”
“It’s me,” Val said. She expected her voice to shake, but it came out flat, emotionless.
“Hey,” Ruth said. “Where are you?”
Val could feel tears start to burn at the edges of her eyes, but the words still came out steady. “I found out something about Tom and my mother—”
“Shit!” Ruth interrupted.
Valerie went silent for a moment, dread making her limbs heavy. “Do you know something? Do you know what I’m talking about?”
“I’m so glad you found out,” Ruth said, speaking fast, her words almost tripping over each other. “I wanted to tell you, but your mom begged me not to. She made me swear I wouldn’t.”
“She told you?” Val felt particularly stupid, but she just couldn’t quite accept that she understood what was being said. “You knew?”
“She wouldn’t talk about anything else once she found out that Tom let it slip.” Ruth laughed and then stopped awkwardly. “Not like it’s been going on for that long or anything. Honestly. I would have said something, but your mom promised she would do it. I even told her I was going to tell—but she said she’d deny it. And I did try to drop hints.”
“What hints?” Val felt suddenly dizzy. She closed her eyes.
“Well, I said you should check the chat logs, remember? Look, never mind. I’m just glad she finally told you.”
“She didn’t tell me,” Valerie said.
There was a long silence. She could hear Ruth breathing. “Please don’t be mad,” she said finally. “I just couldn’t tell you. I couldn’t be the one to tell you.”
Val clicked off her phone. She kicked a stray chunk of asphalt into a puddle, and then kicked the puddle itself. Her reflection blurred; the only thing clearly visible was her mouth, a slash of red on a pale face. She smeared it, but the color only spread.
When the next train came, she got on it, sliding into a cracked orange seat and pressing her forehead against the cool plastiglass window. Her phone buzzed and she turned it off without looking at the screen. But as Val turned back toward the window, it was her mother’s reflection she saw. It took her a moment to realize she was looking at herself in makeup. Furious, she walked quickly to the train bathroom.
The room was grubby and large, with a sticky rubber floor and hard plastic walls. The odor of urine mingled with the scent of chemical flowers. Small blobs of discarded gum decorated the walls.
Val sat down on the toilet lid and forced herself to relax, to take deep breaths of putrid air. Her fingernails dug into the flesh of her arms and somehow that made her feel a little better, a little more in control.
She was surprised by the force of her own anger. It overwhelmed her, making her afraid she might start screaming at the conductor, at every passenger on the train. She couldn’t imagine lasting the whole trip. Already she was exhausted from the effort of keeping it together.
She rubbed her face and looked down at her palm, streaked with burgundy lipstick and shaking slightly. Val unzipped her backpack and poured its contents onto the filthy floor as the train lurched forward.
Her camera clattered on the rubber tile, along with a couple of rolls of film, a book from school—Hamlet—that she was supposed to have already read, a couple of hair ties, a crumpled package of gum, and a travel grooming case her mother had given her for her last birthday. She fumbled to open it—tweezers, manicuring scissors, and a razor, all glimmering in the dim light. Valerie took out the scissors, felt the small, sharp edges. She stood up and looked into the mirror. Grabbing a chunk of her hair, she started to chop.
Stray locks curved around her sneakers like copper snakes when she was done. Val ran a hand over her bald head. It was slick with pink squirt-soap and felt rough as a cat’s tongue. She stared at her own reflection, rendered strange and plain, at unflinching eyes and a mouth pressed into a thin line. Specks of hair stuck to her cheeks like fine metal filings. For a moment, she couldn’t be sure what that mirror face was thinking.
The razor and manicuring scissors clattered into the sink as the train came to another stop. Water sloshed in the toilet bowl.
“Hello?” someone called from outside the door. “What’s going on in there?”
“Just a minute,” Val called back. She rinsed off the razor under the tap and shoved it into her backpack. Slinging it over one shoulder, she got a wad of toilet paper, dampened it, and squatted down to mop up her hair.
The mirror caught her eye again as she straightened. For a moment, it seemed like a young man looked back at her, his features so delicate that she didn’t think he could defend himself. Val blinked, opened the door, and stepped out into the corridor of the train.
She walked back to her seat, feeling the glances of the other passengers flinch from her as she passed. Staring out the window, she watched the suburban lawns slip by until they went under a tunnel and she saw only her new, alien reflection in the window.
The train pulled into an underground station and Val got off, walking through the stink of exhaust. She climbed up a narrow, unmoving escalator, crushed between people. Penn Station was thick with commuters, heads down as they passed one another, and stands that sold pendants, scarves, and fiber-optic flowers that glowed with changing colors. Valerie stuck to one of the walls, passing a filthy man sleeping under a newspaper and a group of backpack-wearing girls screaming at one another in German.
The anger she had felt on the train had drained away and Val moved through the station like a sleepwalker.
Madison Square Garden was up another escalator, past a line of taxis and stands selling sugared peanuts and sausages. A man handed her a flyer and she tried to give it back, but he was already past her and she was left holding a sheet of paper promising LIVE GIRLS. She crunched it up and stuffed it in her pocket.
She pushed through a narrow corridor jammed with people, and waited at the ticket counter. The young guy behind the glass looked up when she pushed Tom’s ticket through. He seemed startled. She thought it might be her lack of hair.
“Can you give me my money back for that?” Val asked.
“You already have a ticket?” he asked, squinting at her as though trying to figure out exactly what her scam was.
“Yeah,” she said. “My asshole ex-boyfriend couldn’t make it.”
Understanding spread across his features and he nodded. “Gotcha. Look, I can’t give you your money back because the game’s already started, but if you give me both I could upgrade you.”
“Sure,” Val said, and smiled for the first time that whole trip. Tom had already given her the money for his ticket and she was pleased that she could have the small revenge of getting a better seat from it.
He passed her the new ticket and she slid through the turnstile, wading her way through the crowd. People argued, faces flushed. The air stank of beer.
She’d been looking forward to seeing this game. The Rangers were having a great season. But even if they weren’t, she loved the way the men moved on the ice, as though they were weightless, all the while balanced on knife blades. It made lacrosse look graceless, just a bunch of people lumbering over some grass. But as she looked for the doorway to her seat, she felt dread roiling in her stomach. The game mattered to all the other people the way it had once mattered to her, but now she was just killing time before she had to go home.
She found the doorway and stepped through. Most of the seats were already occupied and she had to sidle past a group of ruddy-faced guys. They craned their necks to look around her, past the glass divider, to where the game had already started. The stadium smelled cold, the way the air did after a snowstorm. But even as her team skated toward a goal, her thoughts flickered back to her mother and Tom. She shouldn’t have left the way she had. She wished she could do it over. She wouldn’t even have bothered with her mother. She would have punched Tom in the face. And then, looking just at him, she would have said, “I expected as much from her, but I would have thought better of you.” That would have been perfect.
Or maybe she could have smashed the windows of his car. But the car was really a piece of junk, so maybe not.
She could have gone over to Tom’s house though, and told his parents about the dime bag of weed he kept between his mattress and box spring. Between that and this thing with Val’s mother, maybe his family would have sent him off to some rehabilitation facility for mom-fucking stoners.
As for her mother, the best revenge Val could ever have would be to call her dad, get her stepmother, Linda, on speakerphone, and tell them the whole thing. Val’s dad and Linda had a perfect marriage, the kind that came with two adorable, drooling kids and wall-to-wall carpeting and mostly made Val sick. Unfortunately, telling them would make the story theirs. They would tell it whenever they wanted, shout it at Val’s mother when they fought, report it to shock their golfing buddies. It was Val’s story and she was going to control it.
There was a roar from the audience. All around her, people jumped to their feet. One of the Rangers had thrown some guy from the other team down and was ripping off his own gloves. The referee grabbed hold of the Ranger, and his skate slid, slicing a line across the other player’s cheek. As they were cleared away, Val stared at the blood on the ice. A man in white came and scraped up most of it and the Zamboni smoothed the ice during halftime, but a patch of red remained, as though the stain had soaked so deep it couldn’t be drawn out. Even as her team made the final winning goal and everyone near her surged to their feet again, Val couldn’t seem to look away from the blood.
After the game, Val followed the crowd out onto the street. The train station was only a few steps away, but she couldn’t face going home. She wanted to delay a little longer, until she could figure things out, dissect what had happened a little more. The very idea of getting back on the train filled her with a sick panic that made her pulse race and her stomach churn.
She started to walk and, after a while, noticed that the street numbers got smaller and the buildings got older, lanes narrowed and the traffic thinned out. Turning left, toward what she thought might be the edge of the West Village, she passed closed clothing stores and rows of parked cars. She wasn’t quite sure of the time, but it had to be nearly midnight.
Her mind kept unraveling the looks between Tom and her mother, glances that now had meaning, hints she should have picked up on. She saw her mother’s face, some weird combination of guilt and honesty, when she’d told Val to wait for Tom. The memory made Val flinch, as though her body were trying to throw off a physical weight.
She stopped and got a slice of pizza at a sleepy shop where a woman with a shopping cart full of bottles sat in the back, drinking Sprite through a straw and singing to herself. The hot cheese burned the roof of Val’s mouth, and when she looked up at the clock, she realized she’d already missed the last train home.
--This text refers to an alternate kindle_edition edition.
Product details
- ASIN : B000GCFY1C
- Publisher : Margaret K. McElderry Books; Reprint edition (May 1, 2006)
- Publication date : May 1, 2006
- Language : English
- File size : 3328 KB
- Text-to-Speech : Enabled
- Screen Reader : Supported
- Enhanced typesetting : Enabled
- X-Ray : Not Enabled
- Word Wise : Not Enabled
- Sticky notes : On Kindle Scribe
- Print length : 320 pages
- Page numbers source ISBN : 1534484523
- Best Sellers Rank: #69,864 in Kindle Store (See Top 100 in Kindle Store)
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About the author

Holly Black is the #1 New York Times bestselling and award-winning author of speculative and fantasy novels, short stories, and comics. She has been a finalist for an Eisner and a Lodestar Award, and the recipient of the Mythopoeic Award, a Nebula, and a Newbery Honor. She has sold over 26 million books worldwide, her work has been translated into over 30 languages and adapted for film. She currently lives in New England with her husband and son in a house with a secret library.
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The second book is very different as it not keep from the point the Tithe End. This is a very powerful book that deal with very difficult subjects like -
Betrayal and trust
Running from home
Homelessness,
Addiction and its affects
The true meaning of family and friendship
About choices and making decisions and living with them.
The set of the book is start at New Jersey and move quickly in New York.
It has a completely different set of characters and the old set appear only vaguely, for a blip of time at the end of the book.
The Plot
Valerie (Val) is the only child of a single mother that divorced from her father. Her relationships with him and his new family is distance and cold. Val is quite tomboyish. At the beginning of the novel, we are meet her is as a lacrosse player attending high school, and her eccentric best friends Ruth.
When Val discovers that her boyfriend, Tom, and her mother are having an affair. Betrayed and not sure where to go, Val runs away to New York City. there she meets a group of teen-squatters, Lolli (as in lollipop), Dave, and Luis.
On her first day with the gang, Val earns the nickname "Prince Valiant" It was after she helped a drag queen locate her shoe. This may be in homage to the Hal Foster comic strip Prince Valiant (or Prince Valiant in the Days of King Arthur). Though she earns the trust of the rest of the group, Luis remains wary of Val.
She soon learns about the group's contact with a troll, Ravus. He lives beneath a bridge, a reference to the traditional fairy tale "Three Billy Goats Gruff". Ravus is the pruducer of the medicine, "Never", which faeries in exile take in order to resist the iron sickness in the human world. The exiles are dispersed throughout the city, and Dave and Luis must deliver the medicine to them. Luise own a great favor to Ravus because he saved Dave's life, after he had been shot by his own father.
Their father was a seer like Luis and he could see through the glamor of the fairies. This ability push him over the edge as we already talked about the fickle way of them. Anyway he did it in his one moments of despair, when he cam to conclusion that human can only lose against the canny creatures and to this world he can't have his family so he planed to kill them all and then kill himself. he succeed to kill their mother and wounded Dave badly. (This subject of the cruel nature of the fairies will be discussed in more details, in the next in the trilogy)
But, here is the problem humans can take Never too, But for them it is an addictive drug. The differance from other known drugs which can give you the feeling of omnipotent powers Never can give you to ability to do magic for a short time. And both things the drug and the magic both are highly addictive. Lolli and Dave introduce Val to "Nevermore", as they call it, and she, like the other squatters, is soon hooked. In the book there is descriptions of the path of their falling without trying to make accuses of trying to soften the hard facts.
The relationships inside the group is weird . Dave is fell for Lolli but she is going after his brother, which ignore her. She actually drive Dave crazy. As the time goes by Dave attraction to Lolli got a sick turn same time as their addiction to the nevermore got worsen. He tried to make her jealous by convincing Val to make out with him.
Ravus, despite Val's first impressions as a fairy and a troll, is much kinder than he appears. when she impressed him with her spirit and courage, he begins to teach her swordplay and the bond between them strengthens. But things got from bad to worse.Now too many exiles from the fairies courts are found dead by being poisoned and Ravus is the main suspect.
Things were going down the hill quickly, when Val's friend Ruth suddenly appear in NY, in attempted to convince her to return home. On the same eve the police appeared in their hiding place, Dave use magic and one of the police woman turn dead. of course, they had been forced to abandon. Ruth insists that Val must go home now and that she won't leave without her. Val agrees, but not before she is going to say goodbye to Ravus. She went to look for him in his alcove under the bridge, but he is not home.
After along hours in waiting she looked for Ruth, Lolli and Luis by Belvedere Castle as they plan a head. Things turn weirder and weirder as Luis suddenly stated to hit on Lolli, and they made sexual thenceforward ignoring all other things around. Luis informs Val that Dave has angrily stormed off, and nobody saw him since then.
In the middle of the night, Val awakes to see a tree-spirit faerie, who leads her to a festival by the water, where faeries and humans called "sweet tooths" (anthrall to fairy) run around freely. Ravus arrives, and delirious and half-starved, Val kisses him. He was pleased, until Mabry arrives as well. Val had learned that Mabry is the one who was poisoning all the Fey and her it her purpose to incriminate Ravus to avenge him about an old matter that she see him accountable for.
Val tries tell this to Ravus but Mabry cuts in, telling Ravus Val has been stealing his potions. All the trust Ravus has in her is threatened when he discover about her addiction and her stealing from him and she flees away as he becomes enraged. But didn't quit, she was determine to prove it to him and the fearies who was looking after him.
Val and Ruth went to find evidence for Mabry's murders. After they broke into Mabry place, they found a harp in which Mabry has strung the hair of those she's killed, including that of Tamson, Ravus' best friend and Mabry's ex-lover. When the hairs are plucked, they sing of their deaths, revealing that Mabry is responsible for Tamson's death and Ravus' exile. The girls also find Luis.
The three of them come back to the false Luis and Lolli, and they realize it all the was Dave, uncontrollably high on Never he got from Mabry. In porpuse to win Lolli he made a deal with her, in In return he had to putt the poison in Ravus' potions for her. Now that his scheme discovers, Dave takes off his glamor, laughing madly, and lose his conscious. Ruth rushes with him to the hospital and Lolli runs off.
Luis don't hold a gradge, aftet all dave his little brother and he is still responsible for him. So, Luis and Val rush to find Ravus so he can cure Dave. They find him lying on the floor dying, Mabry has cut out his heart, and runs off to the Unseelie Court with it, so they can cancel her exile and take her back. The only way to gain time was , to pulls back the curtains and turn Ravus to stone, and then pursue Mabry into the Unseelie Court in new New Jersey and also Val's home.
In the Unseelie Court Val (and here we encountered Roiben as King and the pixie Kaye beside him) challenges Mabry to a first-blood duel for Ravus' heart. The king approve the dual, and Val start it with the glass sword belonging to Ravus. In this time she had to face her craving to the never, she know that it can help her with the magic but in the same time it is untrustworthy, as it can unbalance her too.
After this thing battle inside her, she finally decided not use the Never ever. Val fights Mabry on talent alone, stabbing Mabry in the throat and win. She and Luis rush back to Ravus, to place his heart back into his chest, has a fairy it is working for him as he instantly heals. Ravus gives Luis the tools to go heal his brother, and he and Val finally admit their love for one another.
The important decision that Val made is to forgive. She forgave her mom and succeed to her her love to her. Eventually, make her leave her drifting, streets life, and return home. She and Ravus continually will see one another, and Val says she plans to go to NY for college so she can see him. Val is happy her life is back to normal, with the exception of having a faerie for a boyfriend and never being able to introduce him to her mother.
Characters
Valerie "Val" Russell – Val is the protagonist. She finds out that her mother is having an affair with her boyfriend, Tom, and runs away from home. Desperate for change, she shaves her head and takes up living with a trio of homeless teenagers; Dave, Lolli, and Luis. Val's new friends introduce her to the fairy drug Nevermore to which she becomes addicted to. She gets caught in the homeless people's secret relationship with the faeries living among them. Midway through the book, she begins to learn swordplay from Ravus, a local troll, and eventually falls in love with him.
Ruth – Val's best friend. It turns out that she knew all about Tom and Val's mother. Several weeks after Val runs away, Ruth comes to find her and refuses to go home without Val.
Tom – Val's ex-boyfriend. He was having an affair with her mother, which resulted in Val running away.
Ms. Russell - Val's Mother. She and Val's father are divorced. In the beginning of the book, Val finds out that she had an affair with Tom, Val's boyfriend. Despite bad judgment, she genuinely cares for Val and is desperately worried when Val disappears.
"Sketchy" Dave – Luis's younger brother. Fall madly in love with Lolli, He is also addicted to Nevermore. Dave is not particularly loyal to anyone (not family nor friends) but himself, and strikes a deal with Mabry to frame Ravus for poisoning fey in exchange for her temporarily locking up Luis and also some more Never. Dave is in love with Lolli and resents his brother for her attraction towards him.
Lollipop (Lolli) – One of the homeless teenagers that introduced Val into the gange. Lolli is in love with Luis, but he does not return her feelings. Lolli has long aqua blue hair and only watches out for herself. She is also addicted to Nevermore and is responsible for Val getting addicted. She is also the one who discovered the powers that Never gives humans.
Luis – Dave's older brother. He has the Sight and lives in almost perpetual fear of the faerie folk. As a precaution against them, he had multiple iron piercings put in his face. He is blind in one eye, which was put out by a faerie when he was very young. Luis is easily the most responsible of the homeless teens, and would do anything for his brother, Dave, even though Dave typically resents the help. Before the book takes place, he struck a deal with Ravus to heal Dave from a gunshot wound in exchange for Luis' help with deliveries.
Ravus – A "young" troll whom Luis and Dave do errands for. He is a healer and makes medicine for the city fey to ease their sickness to iron. He is accused of poisoning several fey who die subsequent to taking his medicine. Ravus was self-banished from the faerie courts after he accidentally slew his best friend in a duel. Midway through the book, he begins to teach Val swordplay, and eventually falls in love with her.
Mabry – A half-goat fey who is responsible for the death of Ravus' friend. She was his lover, and weakened his armor during the duel so that when Ravus struck it, it offered no protection. Her plan backfired when she was banished with Ravus to "mourn her loss". She hates Ravus and planned to get revenge on him by framing him for a series of fey poisonings.
However Book three left me wanting more., this Story was a believable cautionary tale of the allure of drugs, the comparison of drug high to glamour was done well. This Valiant Was a good story. Urban young adult fantasy. I like the different approach to the fairy realm. I guess I wish the author could flush it out like the Hollows, the Uber of urban fantasy in my opinion. I enjoyed the premise and the characters. My 1st. Draft
Val is an absorbing character to say the least, though I cringed at some of her choices there was never a moment that I couldn't understand her motivation, there's not really any logic to her choices until closer to the end of the book, when she finally shakes the emotional numbness and finds somthing to rekindle her spirit. until then she's just looking for control, and maybe punishing herself beause her self esteem, what little she had is recked,
Ravus is brilliant, such a great walking contradiction. All the fury of a Troll, with the soul of a poet and the heart of a healer, GOOD, GOOD, GOOD... yes there is a certain amount of Beauty and the Beastiness to the budding romance, but he's a Troll she's a Girl so you can't really avoid it.
As for Dave, the word pethedic comes to mind, but I kind of stopped just short of real dislike. Lollie, um I guess I felt sorry for her, but I wanted to throw her under the train for the kitten thing. I had to stop reading for a few minutes after that. (I'm a cat Person I guess.) Luis, I really liked him actually, which suprised me cause it didn't start out that way. And what girl doesn't need a friend like Ruth.
I enoyed Everything about Valiant From the dedication, angsty angry girls, gotta love it. to the last world of the last page. It is a lot darker then Tithe but that was a plus for me, and I found the way the two stories(Tithe and Valiant) intertwined really well done, giving the scense of continuity needed in a series, while allowing the individual stories to shine on their own merit. Another reviewer called this novel couragous and I wholeheartedly agree.
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The ultimate betrayal leads Val to Lollipop, Luis and Sketchy Dave (paaaahahaaaa!).....and when her curiosity gets the better of her things get weird, super weird for Val and she finds herself indebted to a troll!
I loved the premise of this book but mist admit I hated Lollipop, just depised her a d my hate grew for her throughout the book!
But I did love Ravus, I mean trolls get bad press and are seriously under loved (except Justin Timberlake as Branch, he was well loved!!!) so I loved this part!
I'm told Ironside picks up Kaye and Roibens story so am looking forward to that!

This could be considered a continuation of her previous book, "Tithe". I consider "Tithe" a better book than this one, but probably better suited for younger readers.
For the young reader, this is a brutal book. I agree with the advisory warning on the back of the book. I realize that many young readers are well immersed in the world of fantasy, and not necessarily the jolly kind. They will most likely not be affected a great deal by this story. Children who are not used to rougher content (in this book - frightening scenes), should probably stay away from "Valiant". Older children, teenagers and adults would most likely be the ones who would benefit the most from reading "Valiant".
Valerie (or Valiant) is a teenager going through a rough phase in her life. The faeries are part of her transition to adulthood, and many of her experiences are brutal. She discovers the dark side of life in a manner she had not previously expected. That along with her disappointment in her mother and boyfriend is almost enough to undo her.
Enjoy! I certainly did.


