Perfect for fans of Lost and survival stories, Nil on Fire is the stunning, fast-paced conclusion to the young adult Nil trilogy by Lynne Matson that will leave readers breathless.
Despite Rives and Skye's attempt to destroy Nil, the island remains. And back in this world, Nil won't let Skye go. Haunted by a darkness she can't ignore, Skye wrestles with Nil nightmares that worsen by the day and threaten to tear her apart. As the island grows in power, Skye fights to keep her mind intact. Soon Skye realizes that to finally break free of Nil, she must end Nil's vicious cycle once and for alland she can't do it alone.
Who will return to Nil, and in the end, who will survive? In this thrilling final installment of the Nil series, the stakes have never been higher: everyone's fate hangs in the balance, including Nil's ownand Nil will fight to the death. When the full force of the island is unleashed, Skye faces an impossible choice, a cruel one she'd never imagined she'd have to make. As the island's clock ticks away, one Nil truth becomes painfully clear: only one side can win.
Losing isn't an option, but winning will cost Skye everything.
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Nil on Fire
About the Author
Lynne Matson grew up in Georgia in a house full of books and a backyard full of gnarly pines. She attended the University of Florida, where she met and married her husband, the cutest boy she's ever seen. Now, Lynne is mother to four amazing boys. A former attorney, she is thrilled to be making a new career in YA fiction, including Nil.
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Nil on Fire
By Lynne Matson
Henry Holt and CompanyCopyright © 2016 Lynne Matson
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Paulo blinked, slowly, his consciousness returning in crisp frames filled with color and scent and sound.
He stood alone on the black rock platform. The acrid smell of death filled the air, accompanied by the distant crackle of flames. Above him, the sun burned like smokeless fire, still high noon. But over the carving, the gate was gone. Skye was gone.
His chance to leave was gone.
Reality set in, stark and devastating.
I failed, he thought.
A cry ripped from his throat like the wail of an injured animal. He dropped to his hands and knees on the harsh black rock, landing so hard that pebbles raked his palms, drawing blood, but he was too consumed by his growing terror and overwhelming bewilderment to care. How had he missed the gate? He'd waved to Skye, grateful she'd made it, knowing he was last and that the timing felt right — the completion of a circle begun three months before, the end of a cycle begun years before he or Skye were ever born. Only he'd hesitated, for reasons that he couldn't explain. For reasons he couldn't remember.
He'd lost time, mysterious minutes stolen by an invisible entity.
And now he was alone on Nil.
An angry tear welled in his eye; he wiped it quickly, already pulling himself together, knowing he wasn't truly alone. There were lions and hyenas and pumas on the island too, and he was very aware that he did not sit on top of Nil's food chain. He coughed, then choked, tasting smoke and salt. The thick air billowing up from the meadow snapped him to attention like a hot slap to the face.
He needed to get away from the mountain. There was nothing for him here, not now.
Not for three more months, to be precise.
Paulo stood, and with one last look around the silent black platform, he stepped back. Then, even though there was no escape, he turned and began to run. Down the steps, past the fiery meadow.
Around him, the island burned.
* * *
The island let him go.
It would wait.
It was accustomed to waiting. Once it had waited for centuries. Time wrapped the island like an invisible sheath, fluid and constant, both armor and weapon.
The island was weakened but not broken.
The male kept running, through smoke and flames and blood as the island settled in to watch. And to wait. And above all, to renew.
And so it began, again. Only this time, the island would not show weakness.
That era was over.CHAPTER 2
MAY 21, MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT
I'm not crazy. I'm not crazy. I'm not crazy.
I think I might be crazy. If I'm not already there, I'm definitely hovering on the brink.
Rives and I flew into Madrid yesterday afternoon. We landed eight hours ago, almost to the minute. I'm still acutely aware of time. Sometimes I think I should stop counting, stop noticing as each day vanishes into the past. But other times I think counting is my way of remembering, of reminding myself that time is fleeting, and precious, like life.
So I count.
It's been three weeks since we said a tearful farewell to Dex under a fiery Hawaiian sunset among friends, and almost nine weeks since we last touched the strange island of Nil. Nil, a place that still exists, a place where you have exactly 365 days to escape or you die.
Rives and I did it.
We escaped. We saved as many as we could, and we left Nil's ticking clock behind.
But something came with me through that final gate, something powerful; I feel it. It whispers to me in the nighttime darkness. It's a distant whisper, one I don't want to hear. One I can't block out.
One I fear is stronger than me.
My dreams began the night we got back. First I dreamed of raging fire, of choking smoke. Of blood-soaked hands and cruel smiles and the crushing pain of leaving a friend behind even though he was already gone. Other dreams focused on Paulo, a different friend, one who had inexplicably chosen to stay. I dreamed of him racing through fire and fear, only I never saw where he was running to, or what he was running from. I never saw what haunted his back — but something was there.
Just like I know something is here. In my dreams, in the dark.
Now I dream only of blackness: the sightless, yawning blackness found between gates, cold and consuming and frighteningly endless.
But not empty.
It's never empty.
Something lives in that blackness, writhing like invisible fog, something dark and chilling and real. It reaches for me, whispering without words, clawing at me with charcoal fingers; it invades my daydreams and haunts my nights, its grasp almost finding purchase in those moments my mind is dark, and unguarded.
I won't let it in.
But I can't shut it out.
I haven't told Rives. Then again, I think he knows. I see it in his eyes when he looks at me: the worry, the fear, and the love. The same love that pulls me back, the same love that keeps me sane. Because at that frightful moment when I'm trapped in the darkness — when I'm seconds away from breaking, a breath away from slipping — I reach for Rives. I always find him, or maybe he finds me. Either way, he brings me back.
I'm not crazy.
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My name is Skye Bracken, and this is the truth.CHAPTER 3
MAY 28, ALMOST MIDNIGHT
Look around. Pay attention.
Notice what others ignore.
My dad's classic advice, advice I painfully honed during my 365 days on Nil. Advice locked in my head for life, advice now second nature. Advice I couldn't stop following if I tried.
I took it all in: the shadows beneath Skye's eyes dulling her skin like bruises, the way she anxiously tugged on her raw diamond necklace when she thought no one was looking.
But I was always looking.
And when it came to Skye, I noticed everything, especially the problem she seemed hell-bent on ignoring.
It was the elephant in the room, big enough to screw with her sleep. Regardless of where we crashed, Skye tossed and turned, her nights restless and full of dreams. Her days weren't much better. More than once in the past few weeks I'd caught her completely zoned out, her eyes unfocused and distant. I didn't ask where her head was; I didn't need to.
It was Nil-related. It had to be.
And it seriously pissed me off.
The island had already taken enough, from both of us. We'd served our time, paid our dues. We'd survived. We were done.
Forcing myself to relax, I pulled Skye close, feeling her cheek press against my chest. She's safe, I reminded myself. We're safe. And we're together.
She actually seemed asleep. Steady breathing, lips closed but soft.
I slowed my breathing to match hers. Moments like these made me feel invincible, like we were invincible. Nil wouldn't steal another minute from us. Nil was my past.
Skye was my future.
The amused whisper sliced through my head like broken glass, cruel and cutting. I froze, willing myself to chill out, grounding myself in the now until the flash of memory passed.
An instant later, Skye cried out, her spine twisting. "Rives!" Her whisper was choked. Her whole body shook; her skin had turned ice cold.
I held her close. "I'm here," I whispered, gently stroking her hair, willing her trembling to stop. "It's okay. Just a dream."
"Rives," she said again, her voice full of relief. But her heart still raced, like mine. We lay like that for a long time. Me, stroking her hair, Skye, fighting to let go of her demons.
When we'd left Nil ten weeks ago, I thought we'd won.
Now I wasn't so sure.CHAPTER 4
This one was strong.
He came from a land of ice, but his spirit was made of fire. He fought valiantly to stay conscious as he traveled between worlds, clinging to awareness up to the very limit of fracture, much like another human who had come before: that one a female, a descendant of a visitor from an earlier time. Only where she had truly been familiar — her flesh, her blood — this one was new. Nothing about this human felt familiar except his innate strength; it touched every part of him, a current running so powerfully through his being that the island had sensed it through the fibers of space, of time ... making him the right choice. The necessary choice. It had nearly exhausted all of the island's fading strength to reach him, to call him, but he had answered.
He would do well.
He would need to.
The island watched as he rolled out of the gate and spilled onto the black sand. The island waited as he stirred and blinked, as he raised one hand to block the bright sun. Fear lanced through his heart with the fierce light. For an instant, he stopped breathing.
And then he sat up.
Slowly, his muscles on high alert like his senses, all fog cleared from his consciousness with one deep inhale. He breathed, steady and calming, lowering his heart rate by will, an impressive show of strength as he gazed around.
His body turned slightly north, he stood, looking toward the place where others once gathered. His thoughts were clear, organized. Most centered on people he had left behind, on statements he wished he had made, but a few thoughts lodged here, concerning his own safety and well-being.
He was not afraid.
His swift and selfless reaction pleased the island. The island needed this one, like it had needed the one before. But then, it had failed.
It would not fail again.
The price was too great.
* * *
Hafthor stood in a semi-crouch, unaware anyone — or anything — was watching him. To his left, the ocean stretched without end into a cerulean sky; he found no hint of Icelandic gray among the rich blue. Over the water, the sun shone brightly, free of clouds, its rays warming his bare shoulders, the salty breeze brushing his skin without bite. He wiggled his toes. Beneath his feet, the coarse black sand churned cool under the top layer of warmth. To his right, lush palm trees stretched tall, surrounded by spindly trees he'd never before seen. Clumps of shrubs huddled against the sand line, forming the island's first line of defense.
He peered more closely at the foliage. A kangaroo regarded him with curiosity, arms high and still. Like the animal, Hafthor didn't move; instead he stared at a spot just past the kangaroo. A few meters inside the tree line, something linear stood out: a makeshift shelter, a triangular shape too symmetrical to be natural. He moved toward the trees, still on the sand but close enough to startle the kangaroo. The animal hopped away, retreating into the tangle of green.
Upon inspection, the shelter appeared old. Abandoned.
No, he thought.
He would not hide, not here. Not until he understood where he was and why he was here. He would seek help, and this shelter offered none. He had nothing — and no one — but himself, but it was enough. As long as you know who you are, you can never be lost, his father would say. He touched the tattoo on his shoulder, summoning courage.
I am Hafþór, he thought. He had no one to rely on but himself — and so he would.
Dropping his hand, he backed away from the shelter and carefully looked around.
In the distance, a black cliff rose toward the sky. It matched the cliff at his back, the pair bracketing the beach where he stood.
He scrutinized the cliff to the north, arms crossed but relaxed.
Then, like the barest brush of a silken feather, Hafthor felt a gentle push at his back, the island breeze urging him forward. He didn't know he was being guided, or that it drained the island's precious reserves to do so.
North, he thought. I will go north.
And so he did.
* * *
Farther north, at the edge of Nil City, Paulo stood before the Wall, feeling very much alone. There was no one else in the City, just ghosts. He stared at the names belonging to people who had once cared for him, who had kept him alive and safe when he couldn't care for himself. Names like Skye, and Rives, and Dex. He stared at Skye's name, grateful for her friendship, saddened that he'd let her down, even though he still didn't understand why. Slowly, he raised his knife and methodically carved a check. One for Skye, then one for Rives. Then another check, and another. Jillian. Brittney. Zane. One mark at a time, he completed the story of the people who had been here before him, of people he'd outlasted, people with seasons served fully and people with seasons cut short. He saved Dex's cross for last. That mark would not be forgotten, or forgiven.
On his life, he vowed it would not happen again.
He would not let the island take another.
He stepped back, satisfied. Before him, a few spaces glared back, still empty, spaces he'd chosen not to fill because they belonged to people he'd never met, with fates he didn't know. A few names seemed conspicuously absent: names like Rika, and Maaka. If their names were here, Paulo would have given them a check, for he knew their fate. He knew they'd survived. But they'd chosen to make their way alone, to not join the City, and Paulo would honor their choice.
His choice would be different.
He walked over to the last name, Brittney, no longer seeing her name or her check; he was intent on the empty space below. A blank slate, a new chapter. Lifting his knife to the Wall, Paulo carefully carved five letters: P-A-U-L-O.
The time to survive alone was over.
The ghost of a smile crossed his lips because right now, he wasalone. He was a City of one — and possibly an island of one as well. Oddly enough, in the weeks since Skye had left, Paulo hadn't seen another living person; he'd only seen animals. Wild animals falling out of equally wild gates, docile animals falling prey to the deadly. He had the strangest sense the island was waiting ... for something, perhaps even some one. Or perhaps Skye's theory had been correct: that without people, the island's strength was compromised. Weakened.
But he was here.
So life continued. The island continued, and with its existence came the cold truth: Paulo would not be alone for long. It was only a matter of time. For all he knew, he already had company.
Turning away from the Wall, Paulo faced the City, then looked back at Mount Nil.
I am here, he thought, standing still, and straight. I am no longer afraid. When the time comes, I will meet those you send and we will fight.
That is my choice.
And then he got to work.CHAPTER 5
Each noon brought the promise of fresh blood and pride and power. The island's appetite had grown insatiable. Once it had sampled the incredible might of life and death on a grand scale, and it thirsted to do so again. It ached for more; it needed it.
And it would have it, soon.
Today's prize would be tomorrow's power.
Coated in blood that was not her own, this female radiated vitality and fury in equal amounts, the electria coursing through her body so ferociously that the gate required minimal strength to open; the island simply used hers.
Took it, used it, reveled in it.
She didn't cower when the gate took her; instead she reflexively lifted her knife with one blood-splattered hand, thrusting the wet blade toward the iridescent wall as it rushed to devour her. Her slashing movement had been instinctive, her natural response being to save herself, even if it meant harming others.
The warm blood coating her weapon testified to that.
The island had wisely left the other human behind, closing the gate with force, preserving its power, and hers. Once it had allowed two humans through simultaneously, but the split in focus between the two had been disastrous. The island could not transfer both, and had lost immense amounts of energy attempting to do so, but the true cost of that unfortunate transfer had been the loss of both prizes. Both humans had been lost between, and with them, their electria: power the island craved. Power the island needed. That day, the island had learned the necessity of restraint, and the power of balance: one gate, one human. One transfer at a time.
The island would not make the same mistake twice.
It had learned that from the humans too. Mistakes were not to be repeated. They were to be prevented. And remedied.
And this female would be key to correcting the island's last mistake.
This one was lethal. Angry.
Even when she lost feeling in her physical form as she traveled between worlds, this one fought the transfer with all she had left, revealing a depth of resilience and resistance greater than anticipated, a welcome surprise.
Better still, in the crucial seconds during transfer — in those precious moments when her unconscious mind lay raw and exposed — the island discovered that she would fight until her time's end, honing the innate strength she already possessed. And the island would let her. The island would provide ample opportunities for growth, and would force her to become as powerful as she could possibly be — but it mattered little, because in those same precious moments, the island had already chosen her fate.
The fight would be delightful.
Time to wake.
* * *
Carmen woke, instantly on guard.
She hopped to a crouch, feeling naked without her knife. Then again, she was naked, which made the loss of her only means of protection that much worse. Around her, tunnels of water snaked through the rock; the ocean crashed close enough to hear even though she couldn't see it.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Nil On Fire is the third book in the Nil Series. The story picks up right where the second book, Nil Unlocked, left us: in present times on the top of Mount Nil with the stationary gate having just closed. Paulo is still trapped on Nil and notices a sudden in flux of people, who he tries to educate on Nil truths as well as he can. Meanwhile, since Skye and Rives escaped Nil, Skye has had nightmares of the darkness between gates that get progressively stronger. She decides that Nil is trying to tell her to go back to Spirit Island to stop the next generation of islander from going to the island. Rives, Skye, Thad, Charley, Michael and Zane meet up in Micronesia to try to keep Lana from entering the stationary gate on Spirit Island that leads to Nil. Skye, Rives, Thad and Zane are manipulated into returning to Nil. This addition to Nil’s story introduces a few new characters and, more importantly, the consciousness of Nil itself. While the inhabitants of Nil City try to prepare for the Autumnal Solstice to exit the island, Skye tries to face off with the Nil-created darkness in her mind. With twists and turns throughout the story, it’s a difficult novel to put down! As with the other Nil Series books, I read this novel in a single sitting, unable to put it down. Matson has pulled together the stories from the first and second books while branching off into a creative and unforgettable finale. Nil On Fire is an epic ending to a wonderful series. For this review and more, please visit my blog at vicariousbookworm.wordpress.com
This whole series has been an amped up roller coaster and this book doesn't relent. It's filled with new characters, old favorites, action, heartbreak, and one heck of an ending. **Huge thanks and squishy hugs to Lynne for sending me a copy of the book**
***Review posted on The Eater of Books! blog*** Nil on Fire by Lynne Matson Book Three of the Nil series Publisher: Henry Holt and Co. Publication Date: May 31, 2016 Rating: 3 stars Source: eARC sent by the publisher Summary (from Goodreads): Despite Rives and Skye's attempt to destroy Nil, the island remains. And back in this world, Nil won't let Skye go. Haunted by a darkness she can't ignore, Skye wrestles with Nil nightmares that worsen by the day and threaten to tear her apart. As Skye fights to keep her mind intact, she realizes that to finally break free of Nil, she must end Nil's vicious cycle once and for all--and she can't do it alone. Who will return to Nil, and in the end, who will survive? In this thrilling final installment of the Nil series, the stakes have never been higher: everyone's fate hangs in the balance, including Nil's own--and Nil will fight to the death. When the full force of the island is unleashed, Skye faces an impossible choice, a cruel one she'd never imagined she'd have to make. Soon one Nil truth becomes painfully clear: only one side can win. Losing isn't an option, but winning will cost Skye everything. Perfect for fans of Lost and survivalist stories, NIL ON FIRE is a stunning conclusion to the Nil trilogy that will leave readers breathless. What I Liked: I liked this book, but not enough to give it a very positive rating. Three stars is positive, but I'm a little disappointed that I didn't like this book more. I think a lot of it had to do with personal preferences and likes/dislikes, and I think others might really like this book. When Rives and Skye escaped Nil in Nil Unlocked, they thought they were finished with the island. But Skye has been having terrible dreams about a darkness, and a girl calling her back to Nil. Little by little, Skye begins to shut out Rives. So what can they do? Skye and Rives decide to go to the Death Twins islands in Hawaii, along with Thad and Charley, to try and stop the island once and for all. But the four of them get sucked right back into the thick of things, and they find themselves back on the island. Paolo is there, along with a dozen or so new inhabitants. Together, the teens try to solve the riddles and destroy Nil forever. But at what cost? The beginning part of the book is fairly boring, not going to lie. Things really start to get interesting when Rives, Skye, Thad, and Charley go to the islands to stop Nil, but end up getting thrown back onto the island. And just like that, they need to figure out how to how to destroy Nil in three months, when the equinox rolls around. This book is very much focused on Rives and Skye, and not so focused on Thad and Charley. All of the characters play a huge role in the story, but Rives and Skye are our protagonists. I love Rives! He is an alpha teen male, a leader, and a protective, loyal boyfriend. Part of me thinks Skye doesn't deserve him - he's too good for her (see more on this below). Matson does a great job in fleshing out all of the characters, despite there being so many of them. Zane is so hip and cool, and I love the way he talks. Hafthor is calm and wise. Carmen is craaaazy. Paolo is intelligent and deep. Lana is constantly in denial (in my opinion). Molly and Davey are so cute. You see what I mean. Read the rest of my review on my blog, The Eater of Books! - eaterofbooks DOT blogspot DOT com :)