Prized (Birthmarked Trilogy Series #2)by Caragh M. O'Brien
Striking out into the wasteland with nothing but her baby sister, a handful of supplies, and a rumor to guide her, sixteen-year-old midwife Gaia Stone survives only to be captured by the people of Sylum, a dystopian society where women rule the men who drastically outnumber them, and a kiss is a crime. In order to see her sister again, Gaia must submit to their
Striking out into the wasteland with nothing but her baby sister, a handful of supplies, and a rumor to guide her, sixteen-year-old midwife Gaia Stone survives only to be captured by the people of Sylum, a dystopian society where women rule the men who drastically outnumber them, and a kiss is a crime. In order to see her sister again, Gaia must submit to their strict social code, but how can she deny her sense of justice, her curiosity, and everything in her heart that makes her whole?
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SHE GRABBED THE HILT of her knife and scrambled backward into the darkness, holding the baby close in her other arm. Beyond the fire, the wasteland was still, as if the wind and even the stones had frozen in the night to listen, and then she heard it again, a faint chink, like a footfall in pebbles. Someone or something was out there, watching her.
Gaia turned the knife in her palm, resettling her grip, and peered toward where the far edge of the firelight touched the boulders and the gnarled, wind-stunted trees of the gulch. Without dropping her gaze, she felt by hand that the baby was secure in the sling across her chest, her warm, light weight hardly more than a loaf of bread. She'd left the baby bottle on a ledge of rock, out by the fire, and she hoped whoever was watching her wouldn't take that bottle, whatever else they might do.
The chinking noise came again, drawing her gaze to the far side of the fire. Then a head, an enormous, animal head, big as a cow's but long of face, appeared at the edge of the firelight, looking directly at her. A horse? she thought, astounded to seean animal she'd believed was extinct. She checked its back for a rider, but there was none.
Inadvertently, she lowered her knife. In that instant, a powerful hand closed around her wrist and another touched around her throat.
The voice came softly from behind her right ear. Sweat broke out along her arms and neck, but still she clasped the knife. His grip did not move, did not lessen or increase at all, conveying his confidence that he simply had to wait until she obeyed. So completely, so imperceptibly had he crept up around her that she stood no chance of fighting back. Below her jaw, she could feel her own pulse beating against the firm, pernicious pressure of his thumb.
"Don't hurt me," she said, but even as she spoke, she realized he could have killed her already if that had been his intention. Rapidly, she imagined trying to twist free of him with a kick, but the baby might get hurt. She couldn't risk it.
"Just drop it," came the voice again. "We'll talk."
With a sense of despair, she dropped her knife.
"Do you have any other weapons on you?"
She shook her head.
"No sudden moves," he said, and his hands released her.
She sagged slightly, feeling the adrenaline still coursing through her. He picked up her knife and took a step toward the glow of the fire. A broad-shouldered, bearded man, he wore clothes and a hat of the same worn, dusty color as the wasteland.
"Step forward where I can see you properly," he said, and held out a hand to invite her forward. "Where's the rest of your group?"
"We're it," she said.
Gaia stepped into the firelight, and now that the burst of fearthat had given her strength was receding, she doubted she could stand for long. The campsite, she knew, must reveal how she'd been reduced to the last, pathetic shreds of survival. He picked up the baby bottle. She watched his gaze settle on the sling that crossed her chest and the protective hand she kept there. He jogged up the brim of his hat with his thumb in obvious surprise.
"You have a baby?"
Gaia braced a hand against the tree trunk. "You don't have any baby formula with you, do you?"
"I don't usually carry that. What's in this?" He gave the bottle a little shake, and the translucent liquid caught the golden firelight.
"Rabbit broth. She won't take it anymore. She's too weak."
"A girl, even. Let me see her."
She curved back the edge of the sling for him to see, and as she had done a thousand times since she'd left the Enclave, she checked her sleeping sister to see if she was still breathing. Firelight flickered over the little, pinched face, bathing it in brief color before sending it back to black and white. A delicate vein arched along Maya's right temple, and a breath lifted her little chest.
The man touched a finger to the baby's eyelid, lifted it a moment, then let it go.
He gave a sharp whistle, and the horse came nearer. "Here we go, then, Mlady," he said. Decisively, the outrider lifted Gaia from the ground and up to the saddle. She grabbed the pommel to balance herself and Maya, and swung a leg over. He passed her the bottle and her cloak, then collected her meager things into her pack and slung it over his own shoulder.
"Where are we going?" Gaia asked.
"To Sylum as directly as we can. I hope it's not too late."
Shifting, she tried to arrange some of the fabric of her dress between herself and the saddle. She could feel the dark, cool air touching her legs above the tops of her boots. When the outrider swung up behind her on the horse, she instinctively leaned forward, trying not to crowd against him. His arms encircled her as he reached for the reins, and then he kicked the horse into motion.
The horse's movements seemed jerky to Gaia at first, but when her hips relaxed into the horse's stride, the ride became smoother. Behind them, the gibbous moon was low on the western horizon, casting a light strong enough to create shadows in their path, and Gaia peered to her right, toward the south, to where the Enclave and all she'd left behind had long ago dropped beneath the dark horizon.
For the first time in days, Gaia realized she might live, and hope was almost painful as it reawakened inside her. Inexplicably, she thought of Leon, and a lightless, lonely feeling surrounded her, as real as the outrider's unfamiliar, protective arms. She'd lost him. Whether he lived or died she would never know, and in a way, the uncertainty rivaled the unhappiness of knowing definitively that her parents were dead.
Her sister could well be next. Gaia reached her hand into the sling, easing her fingers between layers of fabric so that she could feel the baby's warm head in the palm of her hand. She made sure the cloak couldn't smother the little face, and then she let her eyes close. She nodded gently with the rhythm of the horse.
"Maya is dying," she said, finally admitting it to herself.
The man didn't reply at first, and she thought he must not care. But then there was a careful shifting behind her.
"She may die," he confirmed quietly. "Is she suffering now?"
Not anymore, she thought. Maya's crying, before, had been hard to bear. This was a much quieter, more final form of heartbreak. "No," Gaia said.
She slumped forward, dimly aware that he was helping, with singular tenderness, to support her and the baby both. Why a stranger's kindness should amplify her sadness she didn't know, but it did. Her legs were chilled, but the rest of her was fast becoming warmer. Lulled by despair and the soporific, distance-eating gait, she gave in to whatever relief oblivion could bring, and slept.
It seemed like years passed before Gaia became dimly aware of a change around them. She ached everywhere, and she was still riding, but she was leaning back against the man whose arms were supporting her and the baby securely. The baby's body was warm. Gaia took a deep breath and opened her eyes to search Maya's face. The baby's skin was translucent, almost blue in its pallor, but she still breathed. When sunlight flickered over the little face, Gaia looked up in wonder to see that they were in a forest.
Tiny dust motes floated in shafts of sunlight that dropped through the canopy of leaves and pine needles, and the air had a lush, humid luminosity that changed breathing fundamentally, filling her lungs with something warm and rich each time she inhaled.
"What is it, in the air?" she asked.
"It's just the forest," he said. "You might be smelling the marsh. We don't have much farther to go."
Even when it had rained in Wharfton, the air itself had remained sere between each raindrop, aching to suck away any moisture, but here, when she lifted her hand, she could feel a trace of new elasticity between her fingers.
"You talk in your sleep," the outrider said. "Is Leon your husband?"
The thought of Leon as her husband was too ludicrous and sad to bear, no matter what she might say in her dreams. "No," she said. "I'm not married."
She glanced down, checking to see if the necklace Leon had returned to her was still around her neck. She tugged the chain so her locket watch rested on top of the neckline of her dress and loosened her cloak. As she straightened, the man let her go, using only his right hand to hold the reins. His fingers, she saw, were clean, with stubby fingernails.
"Where are you from?" he asked.
"South of here. From Wharfton, on the other side of the wasteland."
"So that still exists?" he asked. "How long have you been traveling?"
She thought back over a daze of time in the wasteland. "The formula for Maya lasted ten days. I lost track after that. I found an oasis and caught a rabbit. That was, I'm not sure, maybe two days ago." There'd been a corpse at the oasis, a body with no visible wounds, like a harbinger of her own pending starvation. Yet she'd made it this far.
"You're safe now," he said. "Or almost."
The path rose one last time, turned, and the earth dropped away on their right. Stretching far toward the eastern horizon was a great, blue-green flatness that reflected bits of sky between hillocks of green.
She had to squint to see it clearly, and even then she could hardly believe what she was seeing. "Is it a lake?"
"It's the marsh. Marsh Nipigon."
"I've never seen anything so beautiful," she said.
Lifting a hand to shade her eyes, she stared, marveling. Gaia had spent much of her childhood trying to imagine Unlake Superior full of water, but she'd never guessed it would be like having a second, broken sky down below the horizon. The marsh expanded across much of the visible world: part serpentine paths of water, part patches of green, with three islands receding into the distance. Even from this height, she could breathe in the cool freshness of it, laced with the loamy tang of mud.
"How can there be so much water?" she asked. "Why hasn't it all evaporated?"
"Most of the water is gone. This is all that's left of an old lake from the cool age, and the water gets lower every year."
She pointed to a swatch of dark green that rippled in a slow-motion wave as the wind moved across it. "What's that area there?"
"There? That's the black rice slue," he said.
The path took a long, left-handed turn along the bluff, and as they rode, Gaia could see where the landscape dipped down to form a sprawling V-shaped valley. At the wide end, the forest descended to meet the marsh. A patchwork of woods, farmland, and backyard gardens seemed to be stitched together by dirt roads and pinned in place by three water towers. Where the path curved down to meet the sandy beach, a dozen groups of men were working around canoes and skiffs.
"Havandish!" the outrider called. "Hurry ahead and tell the Matrarc I've brought in a girl with a starving baby. She needs a wet nurse."
"We'll meet you at the lodge," a man answered, swinging onto another horse and bolting ahead. People turned to stare.
"Who's the Matrarc?" Gaia asked.
"Mlady Olivia. She runs Sylum for us," he said.
He steered his horse rapidly up the shore and through the village, and for the first time, the horse stumbled. Gaia clutched at the pommel, but the horse regained its footing.
"Almost there, Spider," the outrider said. "Good boy."
Caked with sweat, double-burdened, the horse flicked back an ear and pushed onward. The road turned to abut a level, open oval of lawn, edged with oaks and ringed farther out by sturdy log cabins. Simply dressed people paused in their work to follow their progress.
Ahead, a sun-scorched strip of dirt separated the commons from a big lodge of hewn, dovetailed logs, and in this area stood a row of four wooden frames, like disconnected parts of a fence. Puzzled by the jumbled sight, Gaia stared at a hunched form in the last frame until understanding came to her: they were stocks, and the dark form was a slumped prisoner, passed out or dead under the noonday sun.
"Why is that man in the stocks?" she asked.
"Is the girl okay?" Gaia asked. What sort of place have I come to?
"Yes," he said, and dismounted from behind her. Rugged and lean, bearded and strong, the outrider ran a hand down his horse's neck and turned to look up at Gaia. He isn't old, she thought, surprised by her first clear look at him. She'd seen the outrider only by the light of the fire, and she was curious now to see how this man, to whom she owed her life, matched his voice and clean hands.
He tilted his face slightly, regarding her closely, and she waited for a question about the scar that disfigured the left side of her face. It never came. Instead, he took off his hat to rake a hand through hair that was dark with sweat. Decisive, perceptive eyes dominated his even features with inviting candor.Beneath his beard, the corners of his mouth turned down briefly with a trace of regret.
He donned his hat again. "I hope your baby makes it, Mlass," he said. "For your own sake."
Startled, she instinctively held her sister closer, but before she could ask what he meant, a light tapping noise came from behind her. She turned. A wide, deep veranda spanned the width of the big lodge, and a white-haired woman with a red cane was coming through the screen door. She stood straight, and her pale blue dress draped over her pregnant form with regal simplicity. A bit of gold and glass hung from a necklace, gleaming against her dark skin.
Six months, Gaia estimated. The Matrarc was six months pregnant.
Half a dozen women were coming out of the lodge behind the Matrarc, openly curious, and more people were gathering in the commons.
The Matrarc held out a slender hand in a gesture of expectation. "Chardo Peter? You brought in a girl and a baby?"
Gaia noticed a subtle disconnection between the Matrarc's gesture and the direction of her gaze, and put it together with the significance of the cane: she was blind.
"Yes, Mlady," he said. "The baby's a girl and nearly dead from starvation."
"Bring them here to me," said the Matrarc. "I suppose the girl is weak. Carry her if you must."
Chardo propped his hat on the pommel and reached up to help Gaia. She shifted her sling to make sure Maya was secure. As her feet touched the dirt, her knees buckled, and he caught her before her legs gave out entirely. "Forgive me, Mlass," he said. He scooped her up in his arms and delivered her to the top of the steps. Gaia steadied herself against a log pillar andglanced furtively around. She didn't know why she was uneasy, but something felt wrong.
"Please," Gaia said. "We need a doctor."
The tip of the Matrarc's red cane nudged Gaia's boot, but then she set the cane aside and extended her hands. "I want to see the baby." There was a melodious, deep quality in her voice that took the edge off her direct command, and yet she clearly expected to be obeyed.
Gaia gently extricated Maya from the sling and lifted her into those expectant hands. Unbelievably scrawny and fragile, the baby was hardly more than a listless bundle of blankets. The Matrarc cradled Maya in one arm and ran quick fingers over her face and arms, settling at the baby's throat.
Up close, Gaia saw the Matrarc's complexion was a deep tan, with darker freckles splayed across her nose and cheeks. Her wrinkles were few. Despite prematurely white hair, which was arranged in a soft, heavy bun, the Matrarc was in her mid-thirties, Gaia guessed, and obviously competent with a baby. The clear, translucent brown of her sightless eyes was lit by an alert, trenchant expression, and then she frowned with concern.
"You see?" Gaia said.
"It's not good," the Matrarc said. "When was she born?"
"About two weeks ago. She was premature."
"Where's Mlady Eva?" the Matrarc said.
A woman was hurrying across the commons carrying a baby of her own. "I'm here!" she called. Her apron had streaks of red, and her dark hair was coming loose from its ponytail. "I was just putting up my preserves, but Havandish told me this couldn't wait. Why do you need my baby?"
"You'll need him to get your milk flowing," the Matrarcsaid. "A baby has just arrived who's too weak even to suck. Do the best you can for her. Mlady Roxanne, take them in. Quickly, please."
The Matrarc passed Gaia's sister to a tall, angular woman who gave Gaia a swift look through her glasses, then took the baby into the lodge. Mlady Eva was untucking her blouse as she hurried after them.
"Wait for me," Gaia said.
"No, stay," the Matrarc said. "We need to get acquainted. What's your name, child?"
Gaia peered anxiously through the screen door, but already the others were out of sight. She tried to follow, but her legs were still too wobbly. "Where are they going? I need to be with my sister."
"She's not your own child, then?" the Matrarc asked.
"No. Of course not." Gaia glanced at Chardo to find him regarding her with faint surprise, as if he had been operating under the same misassumption as the Matrarc. "I would never have been feeding her rabbit broth if I could have nursed her myself," she said to him.
"I didn't know what to think," he said.
"Obviously, you've been through an ordeal," the Matrarc cut in, lifting a hand. "Let me see your face."
Gaia backed against the railing to avoid the Matrarc's touch. "No," she said.
"Ah!" said the Matrarc in surprise, dropping her hand.
"Mlass, you need to cooperate with her," Chardo said.
Cooperating, Gaia had learned, could be dangerous. "I need to be with my sister," she argued. "Take me to her and then I'll cooperate."
The Matrarc drummed her fingers on top of her cane. "Youhave that backward, I'm afraid. How old are you? Where have you come from?"
"I'm Gaia Stone," she said. "I'm sixteen. I left Wharfton two weeks ago. Now let me in there. We're wasting time."
A puzzled crease came to the Matrarc's forehead. "Why do I know this name?" she asked. "Who are your parents?"
"They were Bonnie and Jasper Stone." A thought hit Gaia. "Do you know my grandmother, Danni Orion? Is she here?"
The Matrarc touched her own necklace, and took a long moment before she replied. "Danni Orion was the Matrarc before me. I'm sorry to tell you she's been dead these ten years now."
As the Matrarc released her necklace, Gaia saw the pendant clearly for the first time. It was a gilt-edged monocle, and the familiarity of it stunned her. Years ago, in one of her earliest memories, she'd seen the same monocle in the sunlight as her grandmother twisted it to dazzle her.
"You have my grandmother's monocle," Gaia said in wonder. Gone was the chance to ever know her grandmother, replaced by a concrete truth: this was the place she'd been seeking for weeks in the wasteland, her grandmother's home, the Dead Forest that Gaia's mother and Old Meg had urged her to find. She gazed out at the big, shady trees and lush greens of the commons, proof that nothing here was dead except the possibility she would ever be reunited with Danni O.
"Gaia Stone," the Matrarc said slowly, testing the name. "Your grandmother told me about your family. A brother was taken away from you, I think. I remember now. They burned your face, didn't they?"
Everything inside Gaia slowed down, and she let her gaze drift up to the woman's sightless eyes. It was beyond strange to come all this way and meet someone who knew, without seeingor touching her, that her face was scarred. She untucked the hair behind her left ear to let it slide forward.
"Two brothers," Gaia said, correcting her, as if it still mattered. "The Enclave took both of my brothers. One I've never met. The other left for the wasteland shortly before I did."
"Why weren't you taken into the Enclave? I don't understand."
"The burn scar kept me out of consideration for advancing or I might have been taken, too."
"Where are your parents now?" the Matrarc asked.
"Dead, back in the Enclave. My father was murdered. My mother died giving birth to my sister."
"I'm sorry," the Matrarc said.
Gaia stared bleakly toward the screen door. "Please," she said. "Let me go to my sister. I need to be sure she's okay."
"You can't do anything more for her, and there's something we need to settle," the Matrarc said. She made a gesture. "Bring her a chair."
Chardo fetched one from farther along the porch, and Gaia eased down upon it gripping the edge of the wooden seat.
"Tell me something," the Matrarc said. "Why did you go into the wasteland with a baby? Why would you risk her life?"
"I didn't have a choice," Gaia said.
"Maybe you didn't for yourself," the Matrarc said. "But why couldn't you leave the baby behind? Surely someone in Wharfton would have cared for her."
Gaia's eyebrows lifted in surprise. She had promised her mother to protect Maya, and for Gaia, that had meant staying together as a family. "I couldn't leave her."
"Even knowing it was likely she would die?"
Gaia shook her head. "You don't understand. I had to take care of her. I didn't know it would take us so long to cross thewasteland." Then she remembered that her friend Emily had offered to care for Maya, and she'd refused. Had that been a mistake?
"Or what you would find on the other side, I expect," the Matrarc asked. "It was a terrible risk. A desperate, suicidal risk, in fact. Were you persecuted in your home? Were you a criminal or a rebel of some kind? Did you leave to escape the law?"
Gaia looked uneasily at Chardo and the others.
"I resisted the government in the Enclave," she admitted. "But I didn't cause any rebellion. I did what I thought was right. That's all."
"'That's all'?" the Matrarc echoed, and then laughed. She pensively circled her cane tip against the floor while her eyes grew serious again. "You have a decision to make, Mlass Gaia. Staying in Sylum is like coming through a one-way gate. You can enter, but anyone who tries to leave Sylum dies. We don't understand fully why this happens, but we find their bodies."
Gaia's eyes grew wide. "I saw a corpse," she said. "At the oasis two days ago. He was only recently dead. I was afraid it meant the water was poisonous."
"A middle-aged man with a full beard and glasses?" the Matrarc asked.
"Dressed in gray," Gaia said. It had both frightened her and given her hope that she was nearing civilization.
"There's your crim, Chardo," the Matrarc said. She turned to Gaia. "He escaped from prison here four days ago. It happens to anyone who leaves. We've had nomads pass through, but if they stay with us even two days, the same thing happens."
Gaia had never heard of anything like it. "What could cause that? Is there a disease here?"
"We think it's something in the environment," the Matrarc explained. "There's an acclimation period while your bodyadjusts to being here, but after that, there's no harm to those of us who stay. Beyond the obvious."
Frowning, Gaia gazed at the gathered crowd, trying to see what was so obvious. Aside from the man in the stocks and the Matrarc's own blindness, the people looked healthy and fit. There were tall people and short, a few chubby ones, and none very skinny. Old men and young lounged nearby, with a fairly even distribution of skin tones, from pure black to birch white. There were plenty of children, and attire suggested a mix of affluent and poor.
"What do you mean?" Gaia asked.
Laughter came from the women on the porch. Gaia turned to Chardo, puzzled.
"We don't have many women here," Chardo said. "Only one in ten babies is a girl."
Gaia looked around again in amazement, seeing how few women there were, mostly congregated on the veranda around the Matrarc. Out in the commons, nearly every face was masculine, and many had beards. Even the children were nearly all boys. How had she not noticed?
"It's more than that," the Matrarc added. "The last girl was born here two years ago. And since then, only boys."
"How can that be?" Gaia asked.
The Matrarc shrugged. "You don't have to understand it to realize you need to make your choice. Leave today, or stay forever."
"But that's no choice at all. Where would I go? How would I survive?"
"There was a small community west of here a few years ago," the Matrarc said. "And there are nomads who cycle through from the north. You could take your chances in either direction, or you could head back to your own home in the south."
Gaia couldn't possibly go back, not in her weak condition. She could hardly stand. "I can't go," she said. "Besides, I'd never leave my sister behind."
"I thought you'd say so," the Matrarc agreed. "Here's the other side of your decision. If you stay, you must agree to follow the rules of our community. You might find them strict at first, but I assure you, they're fair."
"I can put up with anything as long as I'm with my sister," Gaia said.
A faint breeze moved along the porch, and a tendril of white hair shifted across the Matrarc's face. She smoothed it back, blinking. "Tell me," the Matrarc said in her soft, lyrical voice. "What would have happened to the baby if Chardo Peter hadn't found you?"
Gaia swallowed back the thickness in her throat. "She was dying," she admitted.
The Matrarc nodded. She drummed her slender fingers around the top of her cane again. "She still might die. If we didn't have a mother here to nurse her, she'd have no chance at all. Correct?"
"Is that a yes?" the Matrarc pressed.
Gaia didn't like where this was going. The Matrarc's gentle manners belied a quiet, unyielding brutality.
"Mlass Gaia?" the Matrarc said, waiting. "Say it."
"Yes," Gaia said. "My sister would be dead."
The Matrarc eased back slightly. "Then from now on, we will consider your sister to be a gift to Sylum. A small and precious gift. What's more, in light of your gift, and depending on your compliance during your probation, we may pardon your crime."
"You knowingly, deliberately put your sister in deadly harm."
"You're implying I tried to kill her," Gaia said, rising stiffly in alarm. "I didn't! I've done everything I could to keep her alive."
"You admitted yourself she would be dead without our intervention," the Matrarc said. "You have forfeited any claim to the child. Your sister, the one you cared for, is dead. The only baby that's alive is the one Chardo saved, and right now, she needs stable care and a new mother."
Gaia had a terrifying glimpse of what it must have been like for the mothers when she herself had taken their babies to be advanced to the Enclave. "Oh, please. Let me see her," Gaia begged. "She could be dying right now. I need to hold her."
The Matrarc turned slightly, tapping her cane once on the wooden planks. "I'm sorry for your loss, of course. It's terrible to lose a child."
She was speaking as if Maya were already dead.
"You can't do this!" Gaia said. "You don't know what we've been through. I've lost everyone I care for." Gaia impulsively grabbed the Matrarc's cane, jerking it in protest. "You can't steal my sister!"
The Matrarc released her cane and lifted her hands, stepping back. "Take her."
Gaia was grabbed from behind and instantly dragged down the stairs. The cane fell rattling to the floorboards. Gaia's arms were wrenched behind her while half a dozen men sprang between her and the Matrarc.
"She's my family!" Gaia shouted, struggling to break free. "I can't lose her!"
The Matrarc smoothed the tendril of her hair back again, and then held out her right hand, palm up, in a silent request. One of the men put the handle of her cane in her hand, and Gaia watched the Matrarc grip it with steely fingers.
"I want her all the way down," the Matrarc said.
Gaia was pushed down so fast that her knees hit the ground hard, and she had to catch herself with her hands in the dirt. It was humiliating. Her chin was millimeters from the dusty ground. She was so weak that it didn't take much for a guard's heavy hand to keep her there, physically, while inside she screamed in defiance.
"She's down," said Chardo, and she realized he was the one holding her there. She struggled once more, unbelieving. He'd been so gentle with her before, but now he had the force of a stone block.
"You'll listen to me, Mlass Gaia," the Matrarc said, and her voice had dropped to a honey-smooth alto. "There is only one leader here. One. And I speak for everyone. You will learn to obey our rules, or you will be sent back to the wasteland to die."
"What would my grandmother think of the way you're treating me?" Gaia demanded.
"Mlady Danni would be the first to support me," the Matrarc said. "She taught me everything I know. Chardo," she called.
"Yes, Mlady," he said.
"I left him back at our camp. There wasn't time to circle back to him."
"Return to him as soon as you can get a fresh horse. And keep an eye out for her brother or anyone else. I'll send out extra patrols. I don't for a minute believe she's the only one out there. Something must have happened down south."
"Yes, Mlady," he said.
"Gaia Stone, are you ready to cooperate?" the Matrarc asked.
Gaia ground her teeth. She would get her sister back, whatever it took. Groveling included. "Yes, Mlady," she said, parroting Chardo's words.
"Bring her up, then," the Matrarc said.
At the first indication his grip was loosening, Gaia jerked free and staggered to her feet. She flashed a scathing gaze at Chardo. "You rescued me for this?"
The outrider met her gaze without flinching, as if he wasn't sorry at all. "It was the right thing to do."
The right thing. He'd known all along that the Matrarc would take her sister.
Sylum was as bad as the Enclave. But the women were running it.
Text copyright © 2011 by Caragh M. O'Brien
Meet the Author
Since earning an MA in the Writing Seminars at Johns Hopkins University, Caragh M. O'Brien has been a high school teacher, an author of romance novels, and now a novelist for teens. Her novels Birthmarked and Prized were named YALSA Best Fiction for Young Adults. Birthmarked was also a Junior Library Guild Selection and chosen for the ALA 2011 Amelia Bloomer List. She lives with her family and writes from her home in Connecticut.
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Wow, I seriously couldn't put this book down! In fact, I read this in one sitting because I couldn't put it down. The hopelessness, the fear, the anxiety, these were so well instilled in this book. Knowing that she doesn't have anywhere else to turn, Gaia ends up in a different dystopian society. Except that this one is run by women, as opposed to men, which is obviously very different from the Enclave. Gaia has her baby sister taken away from her because she's been deemed incapable of providing for her. To go back to the traveling, Gaia traveled for two weeks and then was rescued and taken by horse to Sylum. I found myself wondering exactly how far she had walked, and how far the horse ride back was. It wasn't entirely clear in the book, but to me it seems like the two societies are pretty close to one another. Which is sad considering people in the Enclave feel like they're the only people who exist. I was ecstatic when Leon arrived into Sylum, although his entrance wasn't that grand. I wanted to be furious with Leon. I tried, I really did. But I couldn't help but see his point of view regarding this new life. He made some really good points regarding Gaia and the society they were now in. Prized ends with a nice set up for the third book, which obviously I'm going to want to read since I could barely put down the first two books. I received this book for free in exchange for an honest review.
Birthmarked was good, but Prized was even better. I found myself giggling with excitement like a teenager during some passages. Love the main character and love the storyline. I can't wait for the next book!
I loved her first book Birthmarked and this sequel doesnt disapoint. It starts directly where birthmark left off, which was a good move on the authors part, it keeps you drawn in, especially if you liked the first one as much as i did. Although i like the plot better in the first book the second is where Gaia becomes herself and grows into the type of character she'll have as a woman. She tries iut a new lifestyle and finds what she truly believes through all the chaos around her. Her relationships get compliated considering more then one comes up. But Leon remain her grounding post to remind her of everything shes thinks she can forget. Leon is what makes the difference in this book, he becomes more of a person as he sheds his layers so you can feel his turmoil over what hapoens. Great read.
I have to say this book was a very entertaining read for me. At the same time i didnt like gaias attiude in the middle of the book. One moment her soul is broken the next shes her old defiant self. Still a huge fan of the series and eagerly awating the next one.
I ADORED Birthmarked, as you can tell from my review of it way back in March. I have been waiting on pins and needles for this second book ever since then and as a result, I believe my standards were simply set too high. This book, while quite the enjoyable read, didn't quite live up to my expectations. Prized begins with Gaia alone in the wilderness, running away from the Enclave with her baby sister. Her sister is clearly suffering and Gaia herself is weak. The pair has long since run out of most supplies and is barely getting by when they are kidnapped/rescued by a mysterious man on horseback. He takes them to Sylum, a whole new world that is different that anything that Gaia has every imagined. The women run everything, despite a population of mostly men, and relationships are strictly controlled. O'Brien's world-building really shines in this second book as she creates a whole new dystopian society. A part of me felt like this was a bit unnecessary since we already had an established society in book one, but I guess I understood that she had to create something new since Gaia was entering unknown territory and leaving behind the Enclave (and these new people had no real knowledge of the Enclave). While the world-building was superb, the characters--specifically, Gaia--suffered a bit in this book. Gaia goes from the incredibly smart, strong girl who saved a dead woman's baby and escaped the Enclave prison to a weak, timid, and easily manipulated young woman. I couldn't believe the ease with which she seemed to fall into the woman's role in Sylum and leave behind her strong beliefs. I understand that she faces some really difficult things when she first gets there, but she seems (to me) to concede far too easily to the demands of the Matrarc. When she first submits, I hope that it's a show and in private we'll still see the strong, courageous Gaia of Birthmarked, but it was not so. Towards the end when things finally get crazy, Gaia seems to rediscover her passionate, courageous nature and finally stand up for something. She finally makes the tough decisions that she knows in her gut are right. She redeems herself quite a bit in the final chapters. Overall, I really did end up enjoying this novel, simply not as much as the first book. Since this is set to be a trilogy, my hope is that book three will continue with Gaia as the strong woman that we know she is and possibly (hopefully) return our characters to the original setting--the Enclave. As Sylum has a lot of problems, I see this as highly likely and look forward to the confrontation that would seem to loom on the horizon. My hope is that this book simply suffers a little from "middle book syndrome" and Ms. O'Brien will once again completely "wow" readers in book three. Despite some of my problems with this book, I am definitely still looking forward to a fabulous conclusion to this trilogy!
Prized is the second novel in the Birthmarked series. It picks up right where the first book (Birthmarked) leaves off, but it can be read as a stand-alone novel. Still, I recommend reading them in order. For a fairly new author, Caragh O'Brien is very polished. The story starts off fast and just keeps going, never dragging. Prized is in such a different setting than Birthmarked that if not for the characters Gaia and Leon, I might have felt I was reading a different series. That was fine with me, I was impressed with how O'Brien masterfully created two different worlds and bridged them together in the two books. This is a fascinating dystopian series. It will be published on November 8, 2011. Officially it's for young adults, but us older kids are allowed to enjoy it, too! *Disclaimer: I received this book for review from the publisher through Netgalley. I was not required to write a positive review.
I just finished the first book, and felt that it kept wavering between parts that were very interesting and parts that weren't. I found my self skipping over all the parts that described the surroundings to get to a part where something actually happened. It was okay, not great. I was looking at the reviews of the second book to try to find out whether to get the sequel, and the reviews had so many spoilers that I don't know if I need to read the book. PLEASE, if you are going to post a spoiler, be polite and say SPOILE
While I enjoyed the first book of the series, I did not like the second and third books. Very strange, made me sad.
Ohh my it just got good!!!
LOVED IT!! I WAS LIKE WHAT??? HOW THE HECK IS THIS HAPPENING!!! **TEARS**(MORE LIKE A WATERFALL)
Stupid. Stupid stupid. Let's make a series about women's rights and about what things would be like with women ruling. Guess what? Women are still "prizes" that get to be won by the men in a contest of physical strength and agility. Does this sound revolutionary? No? How about a girl whose very essence is all about "life first" and then helps with an abortion without a second thought? I don't really get offended easily, and this didn't bother me the way it bothered most everyone else who gave this a bad review. For me, it just doesn't fit her character. She's all "I can't kill anyone I only choose life and babies and they are so magical and I must risk my neck in stupid attempts to save lives" and then does an abortion. Makes. No. Sense. And the STUPID love rectangle or whatever that was. Seriously? It's not enough that she was one guy, or even two guys after her. She needs to have THREE and two of them are brothers. Which also makes no sense, because the entire first book puts so much emphasis on her damn scar and then suddenly no one notices it anymore? Really? No.
For beating 1 legendary:500 pokedollars. 2 legendaries:1,000 dollars and 1 SuperPotion. 3:1,200 pokedollars and 7 Ether. 4:1,200 dollars 10 SuperPotions 5 Ether. 5:1,500 dollars and 1 SuperPotion and 1 ThunderStone and 1 MoonStone. 6 and above:2,000 dollars 15 SuperPotions 2 Fire stones 3 MoonStones. and for every legendary above 6 you get 1 Ether. (If you beat 7 you get 1 Ether. Beat 8 you get 2 etc.) If you can beat every single legendary using only 6 none legendaries you get every single prize.
I love this book! It is a fast paced book that I got through very quickly. The book is about a girl named Gaia Stone. Finally escaping the enclave, she thought she was safe, but litte did she know how hard it would be to survive in the wastelands with her sister with her. Seeking help, she comes across a society called Sylum. Appearing to be a perfect place to live with her sister she decides to stay, but when a friend from the past and secrets surface, will that opinion stay the same? Will Gaia have escaped the enclave for their controlling and extreme actions? Will she ignore her sense of justice, and conscience, or will she fight back? I liked this book because the author did not dissapoint me. After a great first book, Prized was a sequel that matched the great content of the first story. I liked how the author brought out all of the dilemmas Gaia was going through in her head, instead of leaving that for us to assume that it was there. I didn't like the many more love relationships she brouhgt into the story, the previous book was more straight forward and simple.
Another great read!
If you like the Hunger Games you will love this series!
Gaia Stone has escaped the Enclave with her newborn baby sister Maya. Out into the wasteland she ventured, but with little food, water and baby formula, they’re doomed to die if they don’t find help soon. Days pass and just when death looms near, a hero on a horse rescue Gaia and takes her and Maya to Sylum. Sylum is a community where the women are in charge. Something is happening to all the newborn babies, they’re always male. Females are in high demand and marriages are a battle. Kissing is outlawed and when Gaia joins the people of Sylum she doesn’t understand why everyone isn’t equal. Sylum isn’t better than the Enclave, it’s almost worse. Gaia is determined to figure out the mystery of Sylum, but her heart is distracted. As a new female she gathers the attention of every eligible male. When a familiar face returns Gaia must look inside her heart and trust what she feels if she, Maya and the people of Sylum have any chance of continuing their existence. I loved the first book in this series, Birthmarked. I was looking for something that would grab my attention like The Hunger Games and Birthmarked filled all that criteria. However, once I leaped into Prized, I found myself disappointed. It started off great, and finally here is a scenario where women have all the power and treat men like they have treated us for thousands of years! Power to women! What a fantastic choice to move the story I originally thought. Instead I found myself being embarrassed to keep reading. The women in power were just as bad as stereotypical male lead characters and it was a huge disappointment. What had the potential to be a great story line got somehow lost. My disappointment grew as the lack of originality progressed. I still want to read the last instalment in the series. The ending at least in Prized wasn’t a disappointment and I’m happy O’Brien captured my attention. I’m excited to see how things end for Gaia in Promised.
Can't wait to read the next one!!!