Payback (Fearless Series #6) [NOOK Book]

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Prey on the old and you're a coward.
Prey on the young and you're pathetic.
Prey on the weak and you're even weaker.
Prey on my friends...and you're history.
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Payback (Fearless Series #6)

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Overview

Prey on the old and you're a coward.
Prey on the young and you're pathetic.
Prey on the weak and you're even weaker.
Prey on my friends...and you're history.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780743434102
  • Publisher: Simon Pulse
  • Publication date: 8/30/2001
  • Series: Fearless Series , #6
  • Sold by: SIMON & SCHUSTER
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 224
  • Sales rank: 448,935
  • Age range: 16 years
  • File size: 267 KB

Meet the Author

Francine Pascal

Francine Pascal is one of the most popular fiction writers for teenagers today and the creator of several best-selling series, including Fearless and Sweet Valley High, which was also made into a television series. She has written several novels, including My First Love and Other Disasters, My Mother Was Never a Kid, and Love & Betrayal & Hold the Mayo. In writing her stories, Ms. Pascal is inspired by her own memories of growing up and by the experiences of her three daughters.

Francine Pascal lives in New York and the south of France.

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From FEARLESS ™Payback

GAIA

When I was five, my baby-sitter, Claire, took me to see my first movie. It was already dark when we came out of the theater, so we started walking toward this big intersection two blocks down where we were sure we could catch a cab.

I was still feeling dazzled by the memory of the music and the big colorful screen when a huge, heavyset man stepped out of a doorway and yanked Claire into the hallway of a nearby brownstone. At that moment I remember being startled and feeling worried about Claire, but I never -- not even for a minute -- felt scared.

I watched silently as the man shoved a rag into Claire's mouth and began dragging her up the stairs. And instead of running for help like any other kid would have done, I followed the attacker as he dragged Claire, kicking and clawing, up four flights. The guy never even looked around to see where I'd gone.

When we got to the roof, he started tearing off Claire's clothes and fumbling with his belt. Of course, I didn't know what that meant at the time, but I knew fear when I saw it, and it was written all over Claire's face. At that moment I started executing my plan, even though I didn't know I had a plan yet.

The guy didn't know what hit him when a spray of gravel pounded his shoulder. And when he turned around to see where it came from, there I stood -- my body planted firmly not ten feet from him at the edge of the roof -- utterly calm. I swung back my arm and let go another missile shower of biting gravel pellets into his face.

Cursing, he leaped to his feet and charged at me, but just as he lunged, I ducked and rolled out of his way. A nanosecond later all two hundred pounds of him was pitching over the edge of the roof.

He fell four flights to his death.

I can't stand bullies. I can't stand men who think they can push women around. When I can kick some guy's ass for picking on a girl who's usually half his size, it's one of the few times I'm thankful for this strange fearlessness that I've had since birth. It's one of the few times when I forget to feel like a freak, when I forget to want to be normal -- something I can never be. Because no matter how little control I have over my own life and how little courage I have when it comes to Sam, or friendship, or letting people in, I can do something for the weak one. The loser.

That is when I feel really alive. Because no matter how strong I think I am, the loser always seems to be a lot like me.

think

about

sam

What if the memory suddenly snapped into vivid technicolor surround sound and it was nothing but a big fat...nothing?

Weird Weekend

"You can't possibly imagine how psyched I am that you called," Ed Fargo told Gaia Moore as she stepped out onto the sidewalk in front of her apartment. "I escaped just when my dad was about to retell the retelling of Uncle Alan's story about how he and my mom mooned the nuns on her wedding day. It's like a fish story. Every time someone tells it, Sister Rose suffers a different fate. This time I think she would have had a stroke, and I don't think I could have handled it."

Gaia winced at the sunlight, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly. "Right."

Ed sighed. "You're going to have to bring your level of excitement down a notch, G.," he said, a hint of irritation in his voice. "I know you haven't seen me in three days, but your enthusiasm over my presence is making me blush."

"Sorry," Gaia said, stuffing one bare hand into her pocket as she started to walk. The other was clutching a small paper bag she'd picked up off the kitchen counter. "Weird weekend," she mumbled, not sure what, exactly, she should tell him. It had been hard enough when she'd admitted to Ed that she had feelings of, yes, a sexual nature for Sam Moon. Gaia wasn't exactly the heart-to-heart type, and letting anyone in on her secrets went against every fiber in her being. But this had now become more than just a crush. It was bordering on insanity. And Gaia wasn't sure whether telling Ed would help take the weight off her shoulders or merely confirm that she was a first-rate lunatic. Gaia didn't have that many friends to spare. In fact, she only had this one now that Mary was out of the picture. So how much was too much to tell?

It was Sunday morning, and ever since she'd left the hospital on Friday, all Gaia had done was mainline sugar and obsess. Obsess about Sam, think about Sam, dream about Sam. The dream involved kisses that had never really happened. Words that had never really been spoken. They couldn't have been real, no matter how much her muddled, confused brain kept trying to make her believe that they were. Her mind had been sifting random, incongruent images nonstop. Images Gaia couldn't possibly make sense of.

Part of her didn't want to try. What if the memory suddenly snapped into vivid Technicolor surround sound and it was nothing but a big fat...nothing? What if nothing at all had happened between her and Sam? Gaia was sure her heart couldn't handle it. As pathetic as it was, she'd rather hold on to the possibility of something perfect than be hit with the reality of nothing much.

Gaia sighed and pushed forward at her usual breakneck pace, forgetting for a moment that Ed was navigating his wheelchair through the crowd of babbling women surrounding them. She turned around long enough to notice one of the women inadvertently whack his arm with a J. Crew bag. The Christmas shopping rush had officially begun.

The hustle and bustle failed to draw Gaia out of her own confused thoughts as Ed struggled to keep up with her. There were only two things she knew for sure. First, she had been in Sam's room on Thanksgiving. She knew this only because when she was leaving the hospital, a bleary-eyed intern had handed her back her clothes. A T-shirt, a pair of boxers, and a robe. All men's. All with the distinct, musky Sam smell nestled within their folds.

All of which were stashed in a plastic bag, inside a backpack, which was zippered shut and locked with a minilock under her bed. Ella-proof packaging.

The second thing Gaia was completely sure of was that Ella knew something she wasn't telling. That was the part about this whole thing that ate at Gaia like acid through a tin can. Ella knowing more than her. It was just cosmically wrong.

"So what's up?" Ed huffed, catching up to her just before she stepped onto the street, ignoring a solid Don't Walk signal.

"Park," Gaia grunted, holding up the little white bag. "Doughnuts."

"Articulate," Ed commented. "You're quite the cave woman today."

Gaia ignored the comment and kept walking, leading the way into Washington Square Park and dropping onto the first bench she saw. Scowling, she immediately shoved three-quarters of a glazed chocolate doughnut into her mouth. The sticky dough gathered in a lump and lodged halfway down her throat. Where to start?

"Didn't you get enough turkey this weekend?" Ed asked, removing one of the doughnuts from the bag on her lap.

"No turkey," Gaia said while chewing.

"You have to be kidding." Ed picked off a piece of doughnut and popped it into his mouth. "Turkey is the only thing that makes the whole family-gathering debacle bearable."

Gaia shrugged. "I think I might have kissed Sam."

Ed suddenly let out a strangled, choking sound. Gaia turned to him in time to see his eyes fill with water before he doubled over.

That was when the convulsions started.

Ed began to cough like she'd never seen him cough before. He sat gasping, doubled over in his chair, clutching the remaining piece of doughnut so hard, it crumbled into sad little bits and toppled to the ground.

"Ed?"

Gaia started to slap him on the back.

"Ed?"

"I'm okay. I'm okay," Ed said, sitting up and pounding on his chest with his fist. "It just went down the wrong pipe."

Gaia pulled away her arm. Yes, she knew Sam had a girlfriend. And she knew that girlfriend was probably pure evil and her archnemesis to boot. But did that really make the news choke worthy? She hadn't even told Ed the part she'd really been worried about. The part about not remembering. The part about not knowing whether she'd really kissed Sam or whether she'd just raved outside his dorm like a semiconcussive psychopath, like Ella had told her she had.

Glancing back at Ed, Gaia noticed he'd finally recovered and was gathering himself to ask her something. By the look on his face, it was probably something she didn't want to answer.

"Okay, okay, spit it out," she snapped. Patience wasn't one of her strengths.

Ed blushed and looked at his feet. "So, uh, did you and Sam...do -- do anything else?" he stammered.

Gaia could feel herself turning bright red.

"Um. Um. Well, maybe...I don't know," she blurted out.

"You don't know," Ed repeated.

"It's a long story," Gaia said, sucking the sticky sugar off her index finger. "I'd had a fight earlier. A bad one. And I kind of passed out, and I don't remember much. Ella's trying to make me think nothing happened."

"Oh."

Gaia looked down at her whiter-than-white hands and picked at her nonexistent fingernails.

"I haven't heard from him, though," she said, fiddling with a cuticle. "So I guess...I guess that means that maybe he doesn't...want me."

The look of sadness on Ed's face made her angry. She wasn't telling him this stuff so he could throw her a pity party. She just needed to tell someone she could trust. And she needed to let out the anger. The anger that she couldn't remember. The anger that Ella could. The anger at the idiots who'd beaten her up and made her hit her head so hard that the whole thing was a blur.

"You haven't talked to him at all?" Ed interrupted her thoughts.

Gaia sighed and looked out across the nearly deserted park. People were hurrying through it, their scarves pulled up against the cold. She and Ed were two of only a very few psychos who had stopped to enjoy the frigidity.

"I went to his dorm, but I didn't go in," she said. She didn't go on to say she had stood outside the door of Sam's building for two hours, willing him to come down and find her but never finding the courage to find him.

Ed nodded and followed her gaze to the empty fountain at the center of the park. Suddenly everything looked gray. Everything felt even colder than it was. She wanted Ed to tell her that everything was going to be okay. That Sam would get in touch with her. That it would all work out.

But Ed seemed lost in his own thoughts. Maybe she had really freaked him out for the last time. Maybe he had finally realized what kind of lunatic he was dealing with.

As they sat munching on their remaining doughnuts, the one thing that never happened, happened. Ed was silent.

Copyright © 2000 by Francine Pascal

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First Chapter

From FEARLESS ™Payback GAIA

When I was five, my baby-sitter, Claire, took me to see my first movie. It was already dark when we came out of the theater, so we started walking toward this big intersection two blocks down where we were sure we could catch a cab.

I was still feeling dazzled by the memory of the music and the big colorful screen when a huge, heavyset man stepped out of a doorway and yanked Claire into the hallway of a nearby brownstone. At that moment I remember being startled and feeling worried about Claire, but I never -- not even for a minute -- felt scared.

I watched silently as the man shoved a rag into Claire's mouth and began dragging her up the stairs. And instead of running for help like any other kid would have done, I followed the attacker as he dragged Claire, kicking and clawing, up four flights. The guy never even looked around to see where I'd gone.

When we got to the roof, he started tearing off Claire's clothes and fumbling with his belt. Of course, I didn't know what that meant at the time, but I knew fear when I saw it, and it was written all over Claire's face. At that moment I started executing my plan, even though I didn't know I had a plan yet.

The guy didn't know what hit him when a spray of gravel pounded his shoulder. And when he turned around to see where it came from, there I stood -- my body planted firmly not ten feet from him at the edge of the roof -- utterly calm. I swung back my arm and let go another missile shower of biting gravel pellets into his face.

Cursing, he leaped to his feet and charged at me, but just as he lunged, I ducked and rolled out ofhis way. A nanosecond later all two hundred pounds of him was pitching over the edge of the roof.

He fell four flights to his death.

I can't stand bullies. I can't stand men who think they can push women around. When I can kick some guy's ass for picking on a girl who's usually half his size, it's one of the few times I'm thankful for this strange fearlessness that I've had since birth. It's one of the few times when I forget to feel like a freak, when I forget to want to be normal -- something I can never be. Because no matter how little control I have over my own life and how little courage I have when it comes to Sam, or friendship, or letting people in, I can do something for the weak one. The loser.

That is when I feel really alive. Because no matter how strong I think I am, the loser always seems to be a lot like me.


think

about

sam

What if the memory suddenly snapped into vivid technicolor surround sound and it was nothing but a big fat...nothing?


Weird Weekend

"You can't possibly imagine how psyched I am that you called," Ed Fargo told Gaia Moore as she stepped out onto the sidewalk in front of her apartment. "I escaped just when my dad was about to retell the retelling of Uncle Alan's story about how he and my mom mooned the nuns on her wedding day. It's like a fish story. Every time someone tells it, Sister Rose suffers a different fate. This time I think she would have had a stroke, and I don't think I could have handled it."

Gaia winced at the sunlight, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly. "Right."

Ed sighed. "You're going to have to bring your level of excitement down a notch, G.," he said, a hint of irritation in his voice. "I know you haven't seen me in three days, but your enthusiasm over my presence is making me blush."

"Sorry," Gaia said, stuffing one bare hand into her pocket as she started to walk. The other was clutching a small paper bag she'd picked up off the kitchen counter. "Weird weekend," she mumbled, not sure what, exactly, she should tell him. It had been hard enough when she'd admitted to Ed that she had feelings of, yes, a sexual nature for Sam Moon. Gaia wasn't exactly the heart-to-heart type, and letting anyone in on her secrets went against every fiber in her being. But this had now become more than just a crush. It was bordering on insanity. And Gaia wasn't sure whether telling Ed would help take the weight off her shoulders or merely confirm that she was a first-rate lunatic. Gaia didn't have that many friends to spare. In fact, she only had this one now that Mary was out of the picture. So how much was too much to tell?

It was Sunday morning, and ever since she'd left the hospital on Friday, all Gaia had done was mainline sugar and obsess. Obsess about Sam, think about Sam, dream about Sam. The dream involved kisses that had never really happened. Words that had never really been spoken. They couldn't have been real, no matter how much her muddled, confused brain kept trying to make her believe that they were. Her mind had been sifting random, incongruent images nonstop. Images Gaia couldn't possibly make sense of.

Part of her didn't want to try. What if the memory suddenly snapped into vivid Technicolor surround sound and it was nothing but a big fat...nothing? What if nothing at all had happened between her and Sam? Gaia was sure her heart couldn't handle it. As pathetic as it was, she'd rather hold on to the possibility of something perfect than be hit with the reality of nothing much.

Gaia sighed and pushed forward at her usual breakneck pace, forgetting for a moment that Ed was navigating his wheelchair through the crowd of babbling women surrounding them. She turned around long enough to notice one of the women inadvertently whack his arm with a J. Crew bag. The Christmas shopping rush had officially begun.

The hustle and bustle failed to draw Gaia out of her own confused thoughts as Ed struggled to keep up with her. There were only two things she knew for sure. First, she had been in Sam's room on Thanksgiving. She knew this only because when she was leaving the hospital, a bleary-eyed intern had handed her back her clothes. A T-shirt, a pair of boxers, and a robe. All men's. All with the distinct, musky Sam smell nestled within their folds.

All of which were stashed in a plastic bag, inside a backpack, which was zippered shut and locked with a minilock under her bed. Ella-proof packaging.

The second thing Gaia was completely sure of was that Ella knew something she wasn't telling. That was the part about this whole thing that ate at Gaia like acid through a tin can. Ella knowing more than her. It was just cosmically wrong.

"So what's up?" Ed huffed, catching up to her just before she stepped onto the street, ignoring a solid Don't Walk signal.

"Park," Gaia grunted, holding up the little white bag. "Doughnuts."

"Articulate," Ed commented. "You're quite the cave woman today."

Gaia ignored the comment and kept walking, leading the way into Washington Square Park and dropping onto the first bench she saw. Scowling, she immediately shoved three-quarters of a glazed chocolate doughnut into her mouth. The sticky dough gathered in a lump and lodged halfway down her throat. Where to start?

"Didn't you get enough turkey this weekend?" Ed asked, removing one of the doughnuts from the bag on her lap.

"No turkey," Gaia said while chewing.

"You have to be kidding." Ed picked off a piece of doughnut and popped it into his mouth. "Turkey is the only thing that makes the whole family-gathering debacle bearable."

Gaia shrugged. "I think I might have kissed Sam."

Ed suddenly let out a strangled, choking sound. Gaia turned to him in time to see his eyes fill with water before he doubled over.

That was when the convulsions started.

Ed began to cough like she'd never seen him cough before. He sat gasping, doubled over in his chair, clutching the remaining piece of doughnut so hard, it crumbled into sad little bits and toppled to the ground.

"Ed?"

Gaia started to slap him on the back.

"Ed?"

"I'm okay. I'm okay," Ed said, sitting up and pounding on his chest with his fist. "It just went down the wrong pipe."

Gaia pulled away her arm. Yes, she knew Sam had a girlfriend. And she knew that girlfriend was probably pure evil and her archnemesis to boot. But did that really make the news choke worthy? She hadn't even told Ed the part she'd really been worried about. The part about not remembering. The part about not knowing whether she'd really kissed Sam or whether she'd just raved outside his dorm like a semiconcussive psychopath, like Ella had told her she had.

Glancing back at Ed, Gaia noticed he'd finally recovered and was gathering himself to ask her something. By the look on his face, it was probably something she didn't want to answer.

"Okay, okay, spit it out," she snapped. Patience wasn't one of her strengths.

Ed blushed and looked at his feet. "So, uh, did you and Sam...do -- do anything else?" he stammered.

Gaia could feel herself turning bright red.

"Um. Um. Well, maybe...I don't know," she blurted out.

"You don't know," Ed repeated.

"It's a long story," Gaia said, sucking the sticky sugar off her index finger. "I'd had a fight earlier. A bad one. And I kind of passed out, and I don't remember much. Ella's trying to make me think nothing happened."

"Oh."

Gaia looked down at her whiter-than-white hands and picked at her nonexistent fingernails.

"I haven't heard from him, though," she said, fiddling with a cuticle. "So I guess...I guess that means that maybe he doesn't...want me."

The look of sadness on Ed's face made her angry. She wasn't telling him this stuff so he could throw her a pity party. She just needed to tell someone she could trust. And she needed to let out the anger. The anger that she couldn't remember. The anger that Ella could. The anger at the idiots who'd beaten her up and made her hit her head so hard that the whole thing was a blur.

"You haven't talked to him at all?" Ed interrupted her thoughts.

Gaia sighed and looked out across the nearly deserted park. People were hurrying through it, their scarves pulled up against the cold. She and Ed were two of only a very few psychos who had stopped to enjoy the frigidity.

"I went to his dorm, but I didn't go in," she said. She didn't go on to say she had stood outside the door of Sam's building for two hours, willing him to come down and find her but never finding the courage to find him.

Ed nodded and followed her gaze to the empty fountain at the center of the park. Suddenly everything looked gray. Everything felt even colder than it was. She wanted Ed to tell her that everything was going to be okay. That Sam would get in touch with her. That it would all work out.

But Ed seemed lost in his own thoughts. Maybe she had really freaked him out for the last time. Maybe he had finally realized what kind of lunatic he was dealing with.

As they sat munching on their remaining doughnuts, the one thing that never happened, happened. Ed was silent.

Copyright © 2000 by Francine Pascal

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 6, 2012

    Amazingly Fearless

    Fearless has become my obsession. I read the first book not realizing it was three in one and fell in love. Ive already read the next two in 3 days and i just cant stop! I really hope Gaia and Sam end up together. I cant wait to keep reading!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 23, 2012

    Yeah

    Fantastic!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 2, 2004

    One Great series

    i LOVE this series i have been plowing threw these books.although i didn't like this book as much as the others.i think it fell a bit short. i can't belive Ella! she drives me crazy. but all in all this is one great series.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 13, 2004

    THe BESt BOOK EVER!!

    Fearless is just GREAT...nothing more to say.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 12, 2004

    ITS AWESOME!!!!

    I haven't read the #1-5 but i plan to. This is a good book and I rarely read. So it has to be good.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 24, 2003

    So-so story, but GREAAAAAAAT series

    Fearless #6 isn't quite as good as the books in the series that came before it, but it does a great job with solving the problems and relationships from books #1-5. The very end (when I say end, I mean the LAST PARAGRAPH) is the best part of the book, and maked my mouth water for book #7! GREAT SERIES!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 14, 2001

    THE Best Book

    An awesome book with great characters, a setting thats actually realistic, and a plot that will keep you turning the pages. The downside? There isn't one.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 11, 2001

    Kick Butt Series

    Fearless books are the best!!! What other book series have a bit of romance, mystery, scandals, fights, and amazing characters all rolled up into each book? Francine Pascal is a genius, and Gaia is the perfect heroine. I only read one chaper of Fearless and I was hooked for life. Too bad it's hard to find Fearless books where I live.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 19, 2000

    Too cool for words !!

    This book is always suprising and keeps you on the edge. It is a book some kids could imagine what she might feel like.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 18, 2000

    READ IT!!!

    It ROCKS!!!!!I read allll the time but Payback is the BEST book I've ever read. I'm really into the action and suprises. I haven't read any of the other books in the series but I'm gonna start real soon. I'd reccomend it to everyone say about 9 and up because younger kids wouldn't really understand parts of it. You wouldn't really expect younger kids to know what rape is would you?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 12, 2000

    The Cooooolest!

    This book is great and so are the other Fearless books! Once I get a new one, I can't put it down until I finish it! Everyone should read this series. I can't wait for #7 and all the rest to come!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 21, 2000

    Good book!

    As much as I'd like to contribute to the 'kick book' reveiws, I'll give anyone who wants to read this an honest review. The best thing I like about this author is she is completely unpredictable. There were a lot of good twists and ones that went for the worst. It's an extremely effective technique that she has but it makes me, as a reader, unhappy from some of her endings. I am, however, getting sick of the constant Sam-Gaia trauma. Just get them together! O:), l8r!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 1, 2000

    awesome

    I thought it was an awesome story. Iliked this one the best.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 29, 2000

    Gaia's in your face!

    Payback is awesome! Francine Pascal writes a spellbounding story about a 17 year old teen born without the fear gene. Her plot, characters, and setting are great!! I've read all of her released Fearless books so far, and I would rank them all 5 stars!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 21, 2000

    Fearless is Great!!!

    I absolutely love the Fearless series. I am always wanting the next one to come out so I can pick up where I left off on Gaia's life. She is so cool!!! I think that everyone should read these books. I can't wait for #7 to come out!!@!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 9, 2000

    BEST BOOK.......

    These fearless books are very great. Anyone who can read would love this! Everybody wishes they could do everything they wanted too...Gaia does! you have to read this! I can't wait till #7!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 7, 2000

    ON GAIA MOORE

    When I first bought this book, I was like,'What the heck..I'm getting bored, might as well buy it!' I bought three of fearless in one go, 'cause I was buying one,two and three a couple of months later.............now I'm Gaia's biggest fan!She may be fictional, but she seems real, and I've learned a lot thru her, as the story unfolds thru her eyes.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 21, 2000

    The Waiting!!

    I love this books sooooo much and waiting for the next book in the series is agony. Some people asked me how I found this book and I said how could you miss a great book like this? But I'm VERY picky about what books I read so it had to be a great book for me to like it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 27, 2000

    This series is UNSTOPABLE!

    I've always loved to read, but I don't always love WHAT I read. But these books I just can't put down. Everybody should read the Fearless books. I've recomended them to my friends, and they all loved them! With all the intense action and deeply burried feelings, it's hard to see anyone not enjoying this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 26, 2000

    Kick-Butt Chick Rocks The Literary World

    Gaia has become one of my best friends. Shes an in-your-face, woop-butt, fast-talking babe, whos got personal insecurities that make you feel really comfortable with her. Shes like any tae-bo, kung-fu, ju-jitsu mastered teenager. Shes got a personality and body built for trouble. A female Einstein as well, shes purposely slackin off academically so shes not seen as anything special. I love this book, as I hope all of you do. I recommend it highly for all 13-on. Of course I doubt seniors would enjoy it, but who knows.

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