The Outside

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After a plague of vampires was unleashed in the world, Katie was kicked out of the safe haven of her Amish community for her refusal to adhere to the new rules of survival. She enters an outside world of unspeakable violence with only her two friends and a horse by her side.
     And yet through this darkness come the shining ones: luminescent men and women with the power to deflect vampires and survive the night. But ...

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Overview

After a plague of vampires was unleashed in the world, Katie was kicked out of the safe haven of her Amish community for her refusal to adhere to the new rules of survival. She enters an outside world of unspeakable violence with only her two friends and a horse by her side.
     And yet through this darkness come the shining ones: luminescent men and women with the power to deflect vampires and survive the night. But can they be trusted, and are they even people at all?
     In this sequel to The Hallowed Ones, it's up to one Amish girl to save her family, her community, and the boy she loves . . . but what will she be asked to sacrifice in return?

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Editorial Reviews

School Library Journal
12/01/2013
Gr 9 Up—Picking up after Katie has been expelled from her Amish community, this sequel to The Hallowed Ones (Houghton Harcourt, 2012) is an amalgamation of popular vampire/zombie/postapocalyptic plotlines. Katie struggles with adapting her Amish beliefs to survival in the outside world. Along with her love interest, Alex; and her friend, Ginger, Katie encounters many obstacles, including one in which she must decide whether to slay Ginger, who has been bitten by a vampire. This ongoing compromise between the faith she grew up with and the current world around her propels much of the story. Unfortunately, this internal conflict doesn't ring true; it comes across as a hook designed to separate this novel from the myriad paranormal books out there. Katie slips easily into "English" ways and flip-flops constantly on her decisions. Additionally, several unrealistic events occur, such as Katie releasing wild animals abandoned in a backyard zoo, and even the starving tigers do not try to attack her. Lack of character development, an unconvincing narrator, and an unoriginal story prevent this offering from appealing to anyone but teens desperate for vampire fiction.—Liz Zylstra, County of Prince Edward Public Library, Picton, Ontario
Kirkus Reviews
In this top-notch sequel to The Hallowed Ones (2012), Katie, exiled from her Amish community, heads north with Alex and Ginger, the two outsiders she's befriended, seeking other survivors of the vampire plague that's unmade their world. Outside is empty. Even vampires are scarce, though deadly. A few faith-based communities exist vampire-free but under siege and with terrors of their own (like spending a scary night under the protection of a snake-handling pastor). Though her bond with Alex and friendship with Ginger are strong, Katie's troubled and perplexed: Why are Alex's Egyptian tattoos as effective in repelling vampires as her Himmelsbrief prayer? While Katie relinquishes religious beliefs proven wrong, her core Amish values and humane ethics remain her moral compass. Alex is exasperated when she frees the starving great cats and wolves caged in an abandoned menagerie, but he supports her anyway. Katie's right to make her own choices is one of his values. Discovering a group that's genetically engineered with immunity to vampires raises tension between them, pitting science against religion: Are these vampires aliens or mutants spawned in labs, rather than manifestations of demonic evil? Clinging to their essential humanity amid senseless horror, Katie and Alex fully engage readers' sympathies, and their struggles, like their relationship--passionate, romantic, fully equal--lend gravitas and depth to the tale. A horror story with heart and soul. (Post-apocalyptic romance. 12 & up)
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PRAISE FOR THE OUTSIDE

* "Top-notch. . . . A horror story with heart and soul." —Kirkus, starred review

"At once horrifying, hopeful, and hauntingly beautiful, this gorgeous read with its rich textures and spine-tingling suspense kept me glued to the pages in utter fascination. Laura Bickle is a master storyteller. Brava! Just superbly done!" —Darynda Jones, New York Times Bestselling author of Third Grave Dead Ahead and The Darklight Series

 

PRAISE FOR THE HALLOWED ONES

"This is a book to make you fear the shadows—a horrifying and gruesome tale of faith, and things that blink red eyes in the night. I began reading in the daylight, and read on into the late hours, leaning close, biting my lip. I could not look away; I was obsessed. Katie is an unbreakable soul." —Lauren DeStefano, New York Times Bestselling author of the Chemical Garden Trilogy

"What an eerily believable, unique story! I can't stop thinking about it—or shivering." —Melissa Marr, New York Times bestselling author of the Wicked Lovely Books

"Tight pacing, suspenseful scenes, Wow! moments of tension, and exposure into a world I knew little about, The Hallowed Ones is an exciting, terse read. . . . Laura Bickle's debut novel for young adults has quickly become my favorite dystopian novel of 2012. . . . It left me wanting more, so much more." —readergirlsblog.com

"Readers will find it hard to put down this suspenseful, scary, compulsively readable adventure." —Kirkus Reviews

"Katie's an original character, and her thoughtful rebellion makes her an interesting addition to supernatural fictions's gallery of strong heroines." —Bulletin

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780544000131
  • Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • Publication date: 9/3/2013
  • Pages: 313
  • Sales rank: 267,656
  • Age range: 12 - 17 Years
  • Product dimensions: 5.80 (w) x 8.30 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Laura Bickle is the author of The Hallowed On es and The Outside. Her professional background is in criminal justice and library science. When she's not patrolling the stacks at the public library, she's dreaming up stories about the monsters under the stairs, and writing contemporary fantasy novels under the name Alayna Williams. Laura lives in Ohio with her husband and five mostly-reformed feral cats. Visit her website at www.laurabickle.com.

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Chapter One

The hard part about the end of the world is surviving it, surviving when no angels scoop you up to fly you away to heaven. God doesn’t speak. But I kept asking.
   “Unser Vadder im Himmel . . .”
   My breath was ragged in my throat, my voice blistering around the words of the Lord’s Prayer. I spoke in Deitsch, the way my people always did when we prayed. It didn’t matter if evil understood me, only God.
   “. . . Dei Naame loss heilich sei . . .”
   I opened my arms, my coat and dark skirts flapping around my legs and wrists. I stared out at a field, holding a sharpened pole in each fist. One had been a garden hoe in a previous life and the other a shovel. The metal had been stripped from them, but they were still tools. Weapons. A crumpled piece of paper was fastened to my chest with straight pins, the writing growing faint and illegible in the gathering darkness.
   Darkness with eyes.
   “Dei Reich loss komme . . .”
   I strained to see into the night. Shapes seethed. I knew that something terrible was out there. The bullfrogs had stopped chanting and the late-season crickets had gone silent. I heard crunching in leaves, saw something shining red.
   “Dei Wille loss gedu sei.”
   My knuckles whitened on the wood in my hands.
   “Bonnet, c’mon!”
   My head snapped around, my bonnet string slapping my chin. I could see two familiar figures retreating behind me. A short, round woman scurried through the field. Her platinum hair was bright against the night, almost appearing as a moon bobbing along churning water. She reached a nervous white horse who was pawing at the earth, clambered clumsily onto its back. Between her and me, a lanky shadow in a dark jacket gestured at me with white hands. Alex.
   Bonnet. That was Alex’s nickname for me. My real name is Katie.
   Alex said that God did not rule the end of the world. Alex said the end of the world was ruled by sun and Darkness. By time. And time was one thing we had very little of. The light had drained out of the day, and we were vulnerable.
   I saw Alex taking off his jacket, wading through the grass toward me. I swallowed. That meant that he sensed the same thing I did, that the hair also stood up on the back of his neck, that he was ready to fight.
   He stripped off his shirt. My heart flip-flopped for a moment and my grip on the stakes slackened for a fraction of a second. His pale skin was covered by black sigils that seemed to blur in the twilight. It was cold, but for them to work well, the creatures pursuing us needed to see them—the same reason I’d pinned the petition to God to my chest.
   I worked the prayer through my teeth, one eye on the horizon, at the roiling shadows in the east.
   “ . . . Uff die Erd wie im Himmel.”
   “Damn it, Bonnet.” He grabbed my elbow. He tore the white bonnet off my head, stuffed it into his pocket.
   I snatched at the strings. “Don’t . . .”
   “This thing makes you a target. I could see you from all the way back there.” He stabbed a thumb at Ginger’s retreating figure on horseback, melting into the grass. “It shines like a beacon.”
   I lifted my chin. “Ja. Maybe it should.”
   This was an argument we repeated often. Though the end of the world had come, I adhered to the old ways. I was born Amish, and I would die Amish.
   But hopefully not tonight.
   Alex’s eyes narrowed and he looked over my head. I could feel his hand grow cold through the sleeve of my dress.
   “They’re here,” I breathed.
   He swore.
   Alex pulled me back, back into the tall grass disturbed by a breeze.
   My breath hissed behind my teeth:

Unser deeglich Brot gebb uns heit,
Un vergebb unser Schulde,
Wie mir die vergewwe wu uns schuldich sinn.”

   I ran. I felt the grass slashing around my skirts as I plunged into the gathering night. The landscape slipped past, and I had the feeling of flying for a moment, of hurtling through that striped shadow in which no crickets sang.
   But I knew that a more solid Darkness gathered behind me. I could feel it against my back, the way the air grew thick and cold, the way it felt above the earth right before first frost.
   The last lines of the Lord’s Prayer slipped from my lips:

Un fiehr uns net in die Versuchung,
Awwer hald uns vum ewile.
Fer dei is es Reich, die Graft,
Un die Hallichkeit in Ewichkeit . . .”

   Evil hissed behind me, crackling like ice popping over a fire. I felt the thread of a spider web slip through the grass, breaking on my hands.
   “Amen.”
   I turned, swinging the hoe in an arc around me. It whipped through the grass with the sound of a card trapped in bicycle spokes. A pair of glowing eyes leapt back, but claws scrabbled around the makeshift stake. I lunged with the second weapon in my left hand. The point struck home into something solid, and that something shrieked. I fought back the urge to shudder.
   Nothing human made a sound like that. It was a sound like a bobcat wailing at sunset, mourning the loss of the day. Only this shadow mourned the loss of flesh.
   Alex, ever the anthropologist, had a theory about that sound. In the calmer daylight hours, he speculated that this shriek had been at the root of the banshee myth, in an earlier, more orderly age. Once upon a time, when there had been civilization. I’d never heard the myth before, but I knew that inhuman sound all too well now.
   The stake broke off in my hand, and I stumbled back with only splinters in my fist. Something swept up from the grass and ripped at my sleeve with claws.
   I howled, smelling my own blood. The scent would bring more of them.
   I twisted in its grip. The letter pinned to the front of my dress rustled and the creature with the glowing eyes hissed. It loosened its hold, enough for me to jam the ruined stake into its face.
   I was no longer a pacifist. I meant to kill.
   I was no stranger to death. We Amish lived close to the earth, under the watchful eye of God and all of his kingdom. I had helped with the butchering of pigs, mourned the loss of dogs at my kennel in whelping. I had stood at the bedsides of my grandparents when they died. I’d held my mother’s last child, a stillborn, and witnessed a neighbor die during childbirth. Those things had happened in normal life.
   But when life stopped and God’s kingdom fell into shadow, I saw death in an entirely different fashion. I had dressed the bodies of women in my community for burial, only to be forced to cut their heads off before daylight’s fingers of sunshine had left them. I had seen children torn asunder, reduced to unrecognizable smears on a ceiling. I had slain men who were once like brothers to me, impaled them, and burned them.
   I had seen too much.
   I had seen true Darkness.
   My heart thudded against the fabric of my dress and the holy letter pinned there—small defense against the undead, but still a defense. I thrust down with all my might to jam the stick into the face of the creature twisting beneath me in the grass.
   This was not murder, I had decided. This was doing the Lord’s dirty work. Putting the dead back in the earth.
   “Bonnet!
   I glanced up to see a pale face with a gaping maw hurtling toward me. I saw fangs, red eyes, little else. I flung my right hand with my remaining stake up before me, but the creature slammed against it, buffeting me back to the sea of grass. I landed on my backside, my feet tangled in my skirt. Its cold shadow passed over me, blocking out the pinpricks of starlight in violet sky. It smelled like blood.
   “Food,” it rasped. “Lovely food . . .” It reached toward my face, gently, reverently, almost as an intimate might. It was a very human gesture, rendered savage by the greed in the red eyes. By hunger for the blood that slipped down my arm and pooled in my palm.
   “Get away from her!
   A black and white blur passed between me and death. Alex. From behind, I could see the familiar tattoos stretching across his skin: a Djed pillar, sacred to Osiris. And on his chest, an ankh made of scars, which he told me was the symbol of eternal life.
   It was nothing like the carefully scripted letter pinned to my dress. It was called a Himmelsbrief, and had been made for me by my community’s Hexenmeister, a petition to God on my behalf. But any symbol of divine power behaved in the same way, the way that crucifixes and holy water did. God, in whatever guise he chose, did have some power over these creatures.
   The vampire reached for Alex with an expression of longing.
   “Food,” it whispered, with a nearly palpable sorrow.
   But its hands were stilled just above the ankh burned on Alex’s chest. It was as if this was an invisible barrier it could not cross. The vampire froze in puzzlement, and I could almost imagine that some thoughts still rattled around its head as it had learned what was safe to eat and what was poisonous.
   “Not food,” Alex responded. There was a subtle jerk at his elbow, and the flash of a silver knife plunged between the vampire’s ribs. The creature clawed, scratching at the edge of the ankh. I could hear the sizzle of his flesh, a sound like bacon frying. Black blood flowed over Alex’s wrist. He shoved the vampire down to the grass, and I could see his knife slashing, the black droplets of vampire blood clinging to the tips of the grass stalks like dew. I was still mystified by it, by its lack of redness, by its soft, inklike consistency. It smelled like iron, though, which was enough to tell what they had once been. Alex speculated that iron oxidized in their blood, darkening it.
   That black blood was on my wrist. I smeared it against my skirt as Alex’s fingers wound around my hand. “We’ve got to go. There will be more.”
   I nodded. This was no time to contemplate biology or humanity. This was time to act, to move. To survive.
   We ran, hand in sticky hand, sliding through the grass like ghosts.
   I could see the bright helmet of Ginger’s hair and the stark white figure of the horse far before us. We’d given them a head start, which was good—Alex and I had the only really effective weapons against the vampires. Alex had his tattoos and I had the Himmelsbrief. They were more of a deterrent, Alex said, like spraying mace at a perpetrator. The startlement they created sometimes gave us enough opening to run away. Or kill.
   “Where are we going?” I asked, casting my gaze about the dark landscape. It was suicide to be out in the open like this. “We can’t fight until daylight.”
   He shook his head, mouth pressed in a flat line. “I don’t know. The sign said that there was a church back there, but all we saw was burned timbers. Useless as shelter, if it was desecrated by the vamps.”
   “We’ll have to find someplace else,” I decided, nodding sharply to myself.
   “How do you feel about sleeping in trees?” His face split open in a lopsided grin, his teeth white in the darkness. There were some at the horizon we could possibly reach, but none in the field.
   “I’m quite sure the vampires can climb trees.”
   “Maybe not if we set fire at the roots . . . they don’t like fire.”
   I made a face. “I don’t much fancy the idea of being roasted alive in a tree.”
   “Reminds me of a movie, The Wicker Man . . .” he began.
   I glanced at him blankly. I had never seen a movie.
   “Never mind, then. I’ll tell you later.”
   Ginger’s horse was climbing a slope ahead of us. This part of the meadow wasn’t cultivated, and the grass and weeds swelled over this rill in the earth, perhaps five feet tall, stretching east to west.
   My skin prickled. In the far distance, I could see more glowing eyes gathering. They had heard us. They smelled blood. I pulled at Alex’s sleeve and pointed.
   Ginger had reached the top of the hillock. She was panting, and her glasses slid down over her nose. She was dressed as an Amish woman, but she was not one of my people. She was an Englisher, like Alex. She was an old friend of my family who had lost everything: her husband, her children. And she was the only part of my old life I had left. I clung to her.
   The horse stared to the south. His ears flattened, and his eyes dilated black as obsidian. His nostrils flared, and his tail swished back and forth. He pawed the earth, pacing nervously. I had found him back on Amish land with an empty saddle, smeared in blood and with his former rider’s boot still in the stirrup. We had discovered that the horse had a sixth sense about the vampires. Perhaps he could sense them the way dogs could sense earthquakes. Or perhaps he was merely a nervous horse and vampires were everywhere.
   Alex had named him Horus, after an Egyptian god of the sky who defeated evil. Ginger and I just called him Horace.
   “They’re out there,” Ginger said, staring out at the dark and patting Horace’s sides soothingly.
   “Ja. They’re coming.” I climbed up the hill, gazing at the flattened trail of grasses we’d left.
   Alex scrambled to the top of the hill. Ginger and I made to rush down the slope on the other side, but he said: “Wait.”
   I looked up at him, my brows drawing together. “What do you mean?”
   Alex shook his head. He squatted, and squinted to the beginning and the end of the strangely squiggling formation of land.
   “Alex. We’ve got to go.” Now it was me urging him on.
   He slipped on his jacket. “We wait here.”
   Ginger’s head popped up above the grass line like a platinum gopher. “What are you talking about? We’ve gotta get moving.” She tugged at Horace’s reins, but he would not budge. He stood on the pinnacle of the hill as if he were a statue.
   Alex shook his head, and he pressed his hands to the ground. He was smiling. “No. We wait here. On the hill.”
   I bit my lip. Perhaps the stress of running from vampires for the last several weeks had caused Alex to finally lose touch with reality. Perhaps he had some desire to make a last stand. I confessed to myself that I felt like that often. I hadn’t been baptized, so I wouldn’t get to heaven, but it was sometimes peaceful to imagine not existing in this chaotic world any longer. I didn’t think I’d be sent to hell, but I just wasn’t sure.
   In any event, I wasn’t quite ready to test theology.
   “Alex,” I said. “We need to go if we’re to have any chance of—”
   “Do you trust me?”
   He crouched on the top of the hill, looking at me with an infuriatingly jovial smile. I felt myself frown, but I reached down for his hand. Behind me, Ginger sighed and scrambled up the grass bank.
   We sat on the crest of the little hill, looking down, as dozens of glowing eyes converged upon us.
   “We’re screwed,” Ginger said.
   I didn’t disagree with the sentiment.
   Those luminous eyes drew near. I counted more than two dozen pairs. My heart hammered, and my mouth felt sticky and dry. I fingered the rough edge of my makeshift weapon. I might be able to kill one vampire with it. Not dozens.
   Jagged silhouettes of people pulled themselves from the grass, like spiders extricating from webs. I braced myself, clutching my puny staff. Their eyes swept up the hill. I expected them to rush to us like water in a trench after a rainstorm.
   They reached up with pale fingers that smelled like metal. Their lips drew back, hissing, and I could see the thirst in their eyes. But they made no move to climb the hill.
   I sidled closer to Alex. “What’s stopping them?”
   “Holy ground,” he said, grinning.
   My brows drew together. I didn’t understand. I saw no sign of any human habitation here. No church. No graveyard. Just this oddly shaped hill that rose up out of the field.
   “How?”
   Ginger started laughing behind me. She turned on her heel and surveyed the sad little hillock. “I see it now,” she said. She huddled in closer with us when a vampire snarled at her.
   “See what?”
   “We’re on an Indian mound,” Alex said. “A holy site built by any one of a number of tribes in this area. They were used as burial mounds, ceremonial sites, astronomical measure- ments . . . some, we have no idea what for.”
   “How did you know?” It looked like just a rill in the land to me. A bump.
   “See how it’s sorta shaped like a snake?” He gestured to the west. “It’s hard to see underneath the tall grass, but notice how it undulates in the ground?” He swished his hand back and forth like a snake swimming, and I could see some of the suggestion of a reptile in it.
   “I saw a mound one time that was shaped like a big serpent eating the moon.” He cocked his head and started to walk off down the snake’s back. “I wonder if this one is like that . . .”
   Ginger snagged the back collar of his jacket. “No exploring in the dark with the monsters down below.”
   “What do we do now?” I leaned on my staff. The hissing and bright eyes below were unnerving. Pale fingers combed through the grass.
   Alex sat down. “We wait for morning.”
   I sighed and knelt down to pray. I could feel the chill of the earth beneath my knees, dew gathering. My skin crawled at the thought of the creatures, only feet away. I shut my eyes, trying to prove that I trusted God. He had kept us safe so far. He would keep us safe as long as it suited his purposes.
   That was part of what I believed—what the Amish believed. We believed in Gelassenheit—surrendering ourselves to God’s will. It was difficult, at times like this. I struggled to keep my eyes closed, seeing crescents of light beneath my lashes; I could not quite make myself trust the darkness.
   “Unser Vadder im Himmel . . .
   . . . dei Naame loss heilich sei . . .”
   “Damn. I wish I had a harmonica,” Alex grumbled.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 26, 2014

    Better than expected

    Really enjoyed this story

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  • Posted October 5, 2013

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    A fantastic follow up to book 1 of The Hallowed Ones series wher

    A fantastic follow up to book 1 of The Hallowed Ones series where the vampires are more in your face and just as scary as they were in the first installment.

    The Outside (The Hallowed Ones #2) by Laura Bickle picks up where book 1 left off.  Katie has been kicked out of her Amish community and is banned from ever returning.  She is not left to fend for herself out in the world outside of the only place that she has ever known.

    Thankfully, she’s not by herself.  She is in the company of the boy who opened her eyes to a world that has been hidden from her.  Alex, the tattooed boy who is strong, courageous and sweet and who I’d be happy to be stuck with when the world becomes over run with vampires.  Their destination?  Canada…where Alex hopes that he’ll find his family safe and sound.

    But their travels are anything but easy.  With night fast approaching on a daily basis, there’s only so much ground that this group can cover.  With a nightly mad hunt for some sort of holy ground where they can rest, you can’t help but look over your shoulder with these characters, knowing that death is just around the corner.

    With only Alex’s tattoos to protect him, and Katie’s Himmelsbrief, a scripted letter created by one of her people in the Amish community that helps ward off attacking vampires, the need to find a holy place that has not been over run with the darkness is a difficult task.

    But the vampires may not be the only things out there that post a threat…

    I was so engrossed while reading this book that the ending came far too quickly.  With wonderfully written characters placed in a world that is terrifying, there’s no way that you’ll want to put this book down.  Author, Laura Bickle does an amazing job grabbing the reader’s attention with writing that brings out the horror of the vampires alive.

    I love that the story brings everyone right back to where it all began.  With the various twists and turns that Laura Bickle has placed strategically into this story, The Outside will keep you on the edge of your seat pretty much right from the first page.

    Not only do we find much to be scared of in this book, there are also various parts where the plot pulls at your heartstrings.  I can’t even begin to imagine what it would be like to be a young person needing to survive in a time where these crazy ass vampires hunt you for their next meal.  I loved how these vampires could be found in not so obvious places.  There was a certain point in the book where I was certain that both Alex and Katie were going to die.  I had no idea how they would get out of the jam they managed to get themselves into.

    Fans of horror, vampires, and dystopian type reads will ravage The Hallowed Ones series by Laura Bickle.  If you’re looking for a book that will have you constantly turning the pages, I wouldn’t hesitate in starting these books.  They are definitely worth the read.

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  • Posted September 13, 2013

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    This is a series you want to read! This book is not just about t

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