The Reckoning (Darkest Powers Series #3)

The Reckoning (Darkest Powers Series #3)

4.6 1083
by Kelley Armstrong
     
 

View All Available Formats & Editions

My name is Chloe Saunders. I'm fifteen, and I would love to be normal.

But normal is one thing I'm not.

For one thing, I'm having these feelings for a certain antisocial werewolf and his sweet-tempered brother—who just happens to be a sorcerer—but, between you and me, I'm leaning toward the werewolf.

Not normal.

My friends and I

See more details below

Overview

My name is Chloe Saunders. I'm fifteen, and I would love to be normal.

But normal is one thing I'm not.

For one thing, I'm having these feelings for a certain antisocial werewolf and his sweet-tempered brother—who just happens to be a sorcerer—but, between you and me, I'm leaning toward the werewolf.

Not normal.

My friends and I are also on the run from an evil corporation that wants to get rid of us—permanently.

Definitely not normal.

And finally, I'm a genetically altered necro-mancer who can raise the dead, rotting corpses and all, without even trying.

As far away from normal as it gets.

Editorial Reviews

Melissa Marr
For THE SUMMONING: “Action, danger, supernatural secrets, and a hint of romance—Armstrong’s world is one in which trusting the wrong person can have dire consequences. You’ll be desperate for a sequel.”
Charlaine Harris
For THE AWAKENING: “Chloe and her fellow supernatural teens struggle to find someone who will help them combat the group that’s trying to take them hostage, and there’s never a slow moment in their journey or a false line in Armstrong’s writing.”
Kim Harrison
For THE AWAKENING: “Kelley Armstrong has created a gritty, realistic world both teen and adult readers will enjoy. Edge-of-the-seat reading, with plenty of surprises. I want the next installment now!”
Voice of Youth Advocates (VOYA)
For THE SUMMONING“Suspenseful, well-written and engaging.”
Melanie Hundley
In the third book of The Darkest Powers series, Chloe, Derek, Simon, and Tori are still on the run from the Edison Group. The people that they've run to for help are afraid of the powers the four teens have. Ghosts are attacking Chloe, and a local werewolf pack is stalking Derek. Just when the four teens think things can't get any worse, they realize that at least one of the people who are supposed to be helping them has betrayed them to the Edison Group. Chloe, Derek, and Simon are still not sure that Tori is on their side, they don't know which adult is the betrayer, and they don't know how to escape the house in which they are currently trapped. Will this be the time the Edison Group catches them, or will they be able to bring the corporation down? Reviewer: Melanie Hundley
School Library Journal
Gr 8 Up—Fifteen-year-old Chloe Saunders and her friends Tori, Simon, and Derek are genetically altered supernaturals on the run from the evil corporation that created them. Hiding out with a family friend, they are trying to make sense of their predicament and discover what sinister plans the Edison Group has in store for them. As a powerful necromancer who can raise the dead in her sleep, Chloe struggles to control her abilities and figure out how to best use them to keep everyone safe. To further complicate matters (as if running for your life were not enough), Chloe wrestles with her feelings for Simon, a good-natured sorcerer, and Derek, a misunderstood werewolf. This nail-biting climax to the series continues to captivate readers with its edge-of-one's-seat pacing. Armstrong's story is full of action, romance, deception, and intrigue as well as complex characters and serious teenage issues. A satisfying addition for fans of the supernatural.—Donna Rosenblum, Floral Park Memorial High School, NY

Read More

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780061992032
Publisher:
HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date:
04/06/2010
Series:
Darkest Powers Series , #3
Sold by:
HARPERCOLLINS
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
416
Sales rank:
31,662
Lexile:
HL600L (what's this?)
File size:
0 MB
Age Range:
13 - 17 Years

Read an Excerpt

One
 
 
AFTER FOUR NIGHTS ON the run, I was finally safe, tucked into bed and enjoying the deep, dreamless sleep of the dead . . . until the dead decided they’d really rather have me awake. It started with a laugh that slid into my sleep and pulled me out of it. As I rose on my elbows, blinking and struggling to remember where I was, a whisper snaked around me, words indistinguishable.
 
I rubbed my eyes and yawned. Dull gray light shone through the curtains. The room was silent and still. No ghosts, thank God. I’d had enough in the last few weeks to last me a lifetime.
 
A scrape at the window made me jump. These days, every branch scratching the glass sounded like a zombie I’d raised from the dead, clawing to get in.
 
I went to the window and pulled back the curtains. It’d been nearly dawn by the time we got to the house, so I knew it had to be at least midmorning, but the fog outside was so thick I couldn’t see anything. I leaned closer, nose pressed to the cold glass.
 
A bug splattered against the window and I jumped a foot in the air. A laugh sounded behind me.
 
I whirled, but Tori was still in bed, whimpering in her sleep. She’d thrown off the covers and was curled up on her side, her dark hair spiked across the pillow.
 
Another chuckle erupted behind me. Definitely a guy’s laugh. But no one was there. No, strike that. I just couldn’t see anyone. For a necromancer, that doesn’t mean no one is there.
 
I squinted, trying to catch the flicker of a ghost and saw, off to the left, the flash of a hand that was gone before I could see more.
 
“Looking for someone, little necro?”
 
I spun. “Who’s there?”
 
A snicker answered me—the kind of snicker every fifteen-year-old girl has heard a million times from jerk boys.
 
“If you want to talk to me, you have to show yourself,” I said.
 
“Talk to you?” he said in an arrogant high school quarterback voice. “I think you’re the one who wants to talk to me.”
 
I snorted and headed back to bed.
 
“No?” His voice slid around me. “Huh. I figured you’d want to know more about the Edison Group, the Genesis experiments, Dr. Davidoff . . .”
 
I stopped.
 
He laughed. “Thought so.”
 
The four of us—Tori, Derek, Simon, and me—were on the run from the Edison Group after discovering we were subjects in the Genesis project, an experiment for genetically modifying supernaturals. My aunt Lauren had been one of the doctors involved, but she’d betrayed her colleagues by helping us get away. Now she was being held captive. Or so I hoped. Last night, when the Edison Group tracked us down, a ghost had tried to help me . . . a ghost who had looked like Aunt Lauren.
 
We were supposedly in a safe house owned by a group opposing the experiments. Now a teenaged ghost showed up, knowing about the project? I wasn’t about to banish him, however tempting it might be.
 
“Show yourself,” I said.
 
“Bossy little necro, aren’t you?” His voice slid behind me. “You just want to see if I’m as hot as I sound.”
 
I closed my eyes, pictured a vague male form, and gave a mental tug. He began to materialize—a dark-haired guy, maybe sixteen, seventeen, nothing special, but with a smarmy smile that said he thought he was. I could still see through him, like he was a hologram, so I closed my eyes to give him another pull.
 
“Uh-uh,” he said. “You want more, we gotta get to know each other a little better.” He disappeared again.
 
“What do you want?” I asked.
 
He whispered in my ear. “Like I said, to get to know you better. Not here, though. You’ll wake your friend. She’s cute, but not really my type.” His voice moved to the door. “I know a place we can chat in private.”
 
Yeah, right. Did he think I’d just started talking to ghosts yesterday? Well, close—two weeks ago, actually. But I’d already seen enough to know that while there were some ghosts who wanted to help and some who just wanted to talk, there were more who wanted to cause a little trouble, spice up their afterlife. This guy definitely fell in the last category.
 
Still, if he was another Edison Group subject, one who’d presumably died in this house, I needed to find out what had happened to him. But I wanted backup. Tori had no experience helping me with ghosts and, while we were getting along better, she still wasn’t anyone I wanted watching my back.
 
So I followed the ghost into the hall, but stopped at Simon and Derek’s door.
 
“Uh-uh,” the ghost said. “You don’t need to bring a guy along.”
 
“They’d like to talk to you, too.” I raised my voice, praying Derek would hear me. He usually woke at the slightest noise—werewolves have superhearing. All I could hear, though, was Simon’s snores. There was no one else upstairs. Andrew, the guy who’d brought us here, had taken the downstairs bedroom.
 
“Come on, necro girl. This is a limited-time offer.”
 
You know he’s up to no good, Chloe.
 
Yes, but I also needed to know if we were in danger here. I decided to proceed with extreme caution. My subconscious voice didn’t argue, which I took as a positive sign.
 
I started walking.
 
We’d gone straight to bed after we got here, so I hadn’t gotten a good look at our new place. I only knew that it was huge—a rambling Victorian straight out of a Gothic horror movie.
 
As I followed the voice down the hall, I had the weird sense I was in one of those movies, caught in an endless narrow corridor, passing closed door after closed door until I finally reached the staircase . . . heading up.
 
From what I’d seen of the house as we’d driven up, it was three stories. The bedrooms were on the second floor, and Andrew had said the third was an attic.
 
So the ghost was leading me to the dark, spooky attic? I wasn’t the only one who’d seen too many horror films.
 
I followed him up the stairs. They ended at a landing with two doors. I paused. A hand appeared through the door in front of me, beckoning. I took a second to prepare myself. No matter how dark it was in there, I couldn’t let him see my fear.
 
When I was ready, I grabbed the doorknob and—
 
It was locked. I turned the dead bolt latch and it clicked free. Another deep breath, another second of mental preparation, then I swung the door open and stepped in—
 
A blast of cold air knocked me back. I blinked. Ahead, fog swirled.
 
A dead bolt on an attic door, Chloe?
 
No, I was standing on the roof.

Read More

Videos

What People are saying about this

Kim Harrison
For THE AWAKENING: “Kelley Armstrong has created a gritty, realistic world both teen and adult readers will enjoy. Edge-of-the-seat reading, with plenty of surprises. I want the next installment now!”
Melissa Marr
For THE SUMMONING: “Action, danger, supernatural secrets, and a hint of romance—Armstrong’s world is one in which trusting the wrong person can have dire consequences. You’ll be desperate for a sequel.”
Charlaine Harris
For THE AWAKENING: “Chloe and her fellow supernatural teens struggle to find someone who will help them combat the group that’s trying to take them hostage, and there’s never a slow moment in their journey or a false line in Armstrong’s writing.”

Customer Reviews

Average Review:

Write a Review

and post it to your social network

     

Most Helpful Customer Reviews

See all customer reviews >