Seeker (Riders Series #2)

Seeker (Riders Series #2)

by Veronica Rossi

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Seeker (Riders Series #2) by Veronica Rossi

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Veronica Rossi's new fantasy adventure in the Rider series -- Seeker .

When Daryn claimed she was seeing “visions” during her sophomore year of high school, no one believed the truth. She wasn’t losing her mind, she was gaining the Sight—the ability to see the future. If she just paid attention to the visions, they’d provide her with clues and show her how she could help people. Really help them. Daryn embraced her role as a Seeker. The work she did was important. She saved lives.

Until Sebastian.

Sebastian was her first—and worst—mistake.

Since the moment she inadvertently sealed him in a dark dimension with Samrael—the last surviving demon in the Kindred—guilt has plagued her. Daryn knows Sebastian is alive and waiting for help. It’s up to her to rescue him. But now that she needs the Sight more than ever to guide her, the visions have stopped.

Daryn must rely on her instincts, her intelligence, and on blind faith to lead the riders who are counting on her in search of Sebastian. As they delve into a shadowy realm where nothing is as it seems and where Samrael is steadily amassing power, Daryn faces the ultimate test. Will she have to become evil to destroy evil? The very fate of humankind rests in the answer.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780765382566
Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
Publication date: 05/16/2017
Series: Veronica Rossi's Riders Series , #2
Pages: 352
Sales rank: 248,759
Product dimensions: 5.60(w) x 8.40(h) x 1.30(d)
Age Range: 13 - 17 Years

About the Author

Veronica Rossi is a New York Times bestselling author of fiction for young adults, including the Under the Never Sky trilogy. She completed undergraduate studies at UCLA and then went on to study fine art at the California College of the Arts in San Francisco. She lives in Northern California with her husband and two sons. When not writing, she enjoys reading, painting, and counting down the minutes until she can get back to making up stories about imaginary people.

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Seeker


By Veronica Rossi

Tom Doherty Associates

Copyright © 2017 Veronica Rossi
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4668-8780-0


CHAPTER 1

DARYN


You don't know what anger is until you've spent time with a mare in a truly foul mood.

Shadow is livid.

I've been back for two days now but she's still mad at me — and determined to let me know it. Usually I can sense what she's feeling by intuition. No need for that right now, with the tantrum she's throwing. Twelve hundred pounds of black mare ripping the earth open with her hooves isn't exactly tough to read.

As Jode would say if he were here, Shadow's off her trolley.

She rounds the far side of the enclosure and loops back, breaking into another charge and coming right at me. In the stormy afternoon light she almost looks like a normal horse. If you didn't know her, you might look past the unusual blackness of her coat and the smoky wisps that trail behind her lean body. You might not even notice that she's too fast, and just a little too elegant. But the prolonged eye contact she makes with me and the intelligence in her eyes? Total giveaway.

As she closes in, she lowers her head and shows no sign of slowing down. I brace my feet and prepare to jump back behind the fence. Shadow would never hurt me intentionally, but then I never meant to hurt Gideon and Sebastian.

Sometimes you hurt people even when it's the last thing you want to do.

With only a few feet left between us, she stops suddenly, her hooves gouging the mud, kicking up a wave of wet spatter that flies right at me.

"Wow." I wipe my face, spitting out bits of mud. "Thanks, girl!"

Her level stare makes it clear she's in no mood to joke around.

Do you see? Do you see how scared I was when you left me? Do you see how you upset me?

"I know, Shadow. You're furious and you have every right to be. Tell me all about it. I'm listening."

I hope she senses how sorry I am. I hated leaving her for a week, knowing how much she's suffered after we lost Sebastian. She went from being totally confident and calm to sensitive about almost everything. Other people can set her off. So can airplanes and cars. Fortunately there's almost none of that out here in Wyoming.

I'm the only one she trusts — and I left her. But my road trip to Georgia gave me the answer I needed. After so many months of indecision, I know what I need to do. When you're putting your life in danger, it's only right to be positive about it.

I'm positive.

Shadow snorts. I expect her to kick into another rampage but she looks past me just as I hear the screen door bang closed behind me. Turning, I see Isabel. My friend, roommate, mentor, and fellow Seeker steps off the porch of the cabin we've been renting.

Home, Daryn.

I've been here eight months. You'd think I could call it that by now.

Isabel lifts the edges of her wool poncho to keep them from dragging in the mud as she walks over. She takes her time, choosing her steps around the puddles with care. Iz never rushes through anything. Behind her the line of smoke struggling up from the chimney is erased by a storm gust, only to struggle up again. We'll get either snow or freezing rain tonight. Again. As far as I can tell, spring in Wyoming is a misnomer.

"This looks promising," Isabel says. "Have you two made up?" She props her arms on the fence beside me and smiles, her broad cheeks like rising mountains. She has a face for looking into sunsets and windstorms and futures — which she does as a Seeker. Which I used to do too, until everything changed after my epic fail last fall.

"I think we're getting there." Shadow has backed up and turned toward the river, striking a pose like we'll be sketching her, rant concluded for now. I stuff my cold hands into my pockets and make myself ask the question I've been holding all day. "What about you? Have you forgiven me?"

I left Isabel for a week, too. She's not my mother. I didn't need to ask her permission. But I could've run it by her.

"I was never angry with you, Daryn." Isabel brushes a lock of her hair behind her ear, most of it having already escaped from the bun she swept back before her morning shift at Franklin Ranch, where we both work. She regards me with bright eyes, goldish green at the edges and warm brown at the very center. "I was worried. There's a big difference. And the note you left helped."

I wonder how much good it really did. I didn't tell her where I was going or how long I'd be gone — only that I needed to figure something out. I still haven't told her anything, but I should. After all she's done for me, I owe her some answers. As long as they don't give away too much.

"So ..." Where to begin? How far back does my regret extend?

Isabel's eyebrows lift. "So ...?"

"I was on the computer at the ranch about two weeks ago doing some research."

"Research?"

"On the friends I used to have until I disappointed them horribly? Gideon, Jode, and Marcus? I wanted to see how they're doing. Whether they're okay." And hopefully not as miserable as I am, I add silently. "I came across an announcement. An event where I knew they'd all be, and I couldn't resist. I had to go see them in, um ..." On three, Daryn. One, two, three. "In Georgia."

Saying it out loud makes it sound even more extreme and I almost wince, but Isabel doesn't react.

"Why Georgia?" she asks, like she's not at all surprised that I drove four thousand miles in nine days.

"Marcus enlisted. It was a graduation celebration for him from the Ranger program — the one Gideon was in, too. I knew Gideon and Jode would be there for it. They'd never miss something that important."

I couldn't miss it, either. For several reasons.

"And how was it? Did you get a chance to talk through everything? Were they angry with you?"

She knows this is my greatest fear. That Gideon, Marcus, and Jode will blame me for what happened to Sebastian. I mean, I blame me. Why shouldn't they? It's a fear that's kept me immobilized here for more than half a year. That, and no longer having visions to tell me where I'm needed.

Right after the battle against the Kindred, aka my epic fail, they completely stopped. I've been totally cut off from the future. Without visions, I've felt incomplete. I've felt this constant quiet dread, like I've forgotten something important. Except it's not that I can't remember what I should know. It's that I can't foresee it.

"No, they weren't angry with me."

"That's good," Iz says, brightly.

"Not really. It's not anything." Isabel's smile fades. I can't look at her anymore, so I look at Shadow. With the daylight fading and the darkness reaching for her, anxiety curls low in my stomach. Her coat is so black, so deeply black, I've always had an irrational terror of losing her at night. "I didn't talk to them."

My words sound confessional and they hang in the stormy silence. A cold breeze sweeps across our property, stirring the trees at the edges of the field and lifting a lone hawk into the unsettled sky.

"Daryn ... You went all that way and you didn't speak to them?"

"I chickened out, Isabel! I couldn't figure out what to say! 'Sorry'? What good would that do? I'm the one with the Sight. Was the one. I knew we'd have that showdown with the Kindred. I should've had a better plan. I should've anticipated every outcome. But I didn't and Gideon lost his hand because of me and Sebastian's hurt or possibly dead but definitely trapped in a realm with a demon. A realm I opened. How do you apologize for that? For making a mistake that big? What could I have said to make any kind of difference?"

Isabel carries a meditative quiet about her. I love it. I used to try to emulate it. She taught me that the quieter you are, the more you hear and see and understand and even feel. Quiet lets you fill yourself up. There's wisdom to be found in listening, in silence. But since my screw up, I'm not always quiet. I have a new volume, a yelling volume. It comes out of nowhere too, like those air horns people bring to sporting events. Just hit the right nerve and WAAHHHH!

It's awful. Isabel doesn't deserve it. Neither does Shadow. She takes a few steps toward me before she realizes I'm fine. Mostly fine.

My throat feels raw and I'm biting down so hard I may crack my own teeth. Isabel reaches over and squeezes my wrist with her strong potter's hand. I watch the hawk riding the storm winds as I wait for the tears that have welled up to be reabsorbed into my eyes. To the west the clouds have broken and are spilling themselves open. Unlike me.

"This is as close as I got." I slip my phone out of my pocket and pull up the only photo I took during my week away. I've looked at it five hundred times and every time it hits me with a different feeling. This time it triggers an aching, wishing feeling, like I want to be that hawk up there, gliding through a storm like fear is just a myth.

Isabel takes the phone. "Is this Gideon?" She must see the answer on my face, because she turns back to the phone and studies the photo. I wonder if she's looking for his prosthetic hand. You can't see it in the photo. I could barely see it in real life. "He's handsome."

"It's a picture of his back." He was turned away and standing in a crowd about forty feet away from where I lurked like a stalker. Which I technically was.

"Yes, but I can tell."

A smile rises inside me. This should be good. "How can you tell, Iz?" I waggle my eyebrows. "Does he have a handsome back? Do you think his butt is handsome?"

She rolls her eyes. "If you must know, he has a handsome bearing. He holds himself like he's comfortable with the moment. I extrapolated from that." She hands the phone back. "And I'm right, aren't I?"

"Kind of. 'Hot' fits him better than 'handsome' does, but ... whatever." Appreciating Gideon's handsomeness is like standing in front of a bakery window full of the most delicious things I've ever seen — then trying the door and realizing it's locked. And realizing I'm the one who locked it.

"I know this has been hard for you, Daryn."

"I only wish I hadn't sucked you down with me." I've wondered if I'm her current mission as a Seeker. Maybe her Sight told her how much I'd need her?

"You haven't."

"Well, regardless, thanks. For everything. For being marooned here with me." I scan the vastness that's all around me. So beautiful and isolating.

"You don't have to thank me, you know that," she says easily, but there's a rare intensity in her gaze. She pats my arm, glancing toward the cabin. "It's getting dark and I've got soup on the stove. Come inside? We'll talk some more over dinner."

"I'll be right in." I listen to her trudge away, the bang of the screen door telling me she's inside.

Shadow moves closer, bobbing her head, her eyes never leaving me. Somehow I can feel that she knows more, senses more, than even Isabel.

What aren't you saying? What are you planning?

I climb off the fence and sweep my hand down her strong neck. The curls of her darkness wrap around my fingers, following my movement. She feels like sun-warmed silk. Like steadiness.

"We're going after Sebastian tonight, girl," I tell her. "It's time to make things right."

CHAPTER 2

GIDEON


"Hate to say it, Cordero," I say, dropping into the chair in front of her desk. "But I'm a little disappointed."

Natalie Cordero, PhD in criminal forensic psychology, my ex-interrogator and current boss, looks up from her laptop, peering over the frame of her glasses. "Morning, Gideon. I don't remember asking you to come in here."

"That's okay, I'll be quick." I rest my prosthetic hand on the arm of the chair, in plain view. I'm not above using it as propaganda if it helps get Sebastian back. If there's a better reminder of what the Kindred did to him, I don't know what it is. The Kindred got me, too. Just not as badly. "We need more resources. More drones. More geniuses. More of everything, and we need it quickly." After eight months, we finally have a shot at getting Sebastian back, but it hinges on finding Daryn. She's our way into the realm where Bas is trapped. Daryn not only has the key; she's also the only one who can use it. But none of that matters if we don't find her. "We're at four days," I continue. "And you know what they say about cold trails."

"What?"

"They say —" I rub my jaw, buying a second. She's the criminologist. I thought she was going to fill in the answer for me. "They say that cold trails suck."

"Elegantly put, but the trail isn't cold yet. We're getting close. Some of the top analysts in the world are on this. We're gaining ground."

Her eyes move past me, into the warehouse space where the team is huddled around desks, laptops, easels. We took over this place — an abandoned food-distribution hub — as our command center right after Daryn's appearance at Fort Benning a few days ago. Since Cordero's in charge she's set up in here, the old manager's office, which somehow smells more like frozen meat than the rest of the warehouse. The rest of us are working in an office supply flotilla in the middle of forty thousand square feet of open space.

It's kind of unbelievable. Three PhDs from MIT out there, but where do they set up our desks? Right at the center, so we can trip all over extension cords and have the worst possible lighting and ventilation.

"I understand you're motivated, Gideon, but adding people isn't necessary," Cordero says. "Or even realistic. The security clearance alone would take months. Even if I could expedite it, bringing new people up to speed would only slow us down. We don't need anyone else. We're making progress. We'll find her."

She pauses, probably expecting me to keep pressing, but the truth is I'm actually not sure more resources would help. No one does the disappearing act like Daryn.

I stand. "All right. Good talk."

"Gideon, hold on a second. Now that you're here, there's something I want to discuss with you."

I ease back into the chair, but now I'm on my guard. "What's up?"

Cordero closes her laptop and sits back, giving me her full attention. It's only now that I notice my right hand is in a fist. Cordero notices this as well. "Want to close the door?" she asks.

"Do you want me to close the door?"

"If it'll make you more comfortable."

"Are you going to psychoanalyze me?"

"Not intentionally."

"Then open's fine."

"Open it is."

My knees are almost pressed against her desk, so I push the chair back and try to relax. Jode's laugh carries from the warehouse behind me, rising above the patter of tapping keyboards and humming generators. He has a high chuckle that reminds me of a little kid's laugh — a psychotic little kid's laugh.

Our team's technically nonmilitary. Totally off the grid and comprised of three out of four horsemen — me, Marcus, and Jode — plus Cordero; her assistant, Ben, who's one of three MIT prodigies; Sophia and Soraya, the other two; and eight special-ops soldiers who were with us in the final showdown against the Kindred — the rebel group of demons we shut down in the fall.

Almost shut down. Samrael's still out there. Still in there, to be precise. In the realm he managed to open by coercing Daryn. And by cutting off my left hand. Which he's going to regret the hell out of next time I see him.

Not a day's gone by that I haven't thought about Bastian and how to get him back. I think Cordero's motivations for going after him are professional. She never met Bas, but she's been studying occult and paranormal phenomena her entire career. This whole task force was created for that specific purpose. I couldn't care less what her motivation is, though, as long as she helps us. For Marcus, Jode, and me, this is personal. Bastian's one of us.

Cordero removes her glasses and sets them down on her desk. "How are you doing today, Gideon?"

"Great. You?"

"Good."

She nods, so I nod.

Actually I've struggled to keep my frustration under control today. I have a feeling that's what this little chat is about. Everyone feels it when I get riled up. A fun part of being an incarnation of War is that my anger's literally contagious, so. I'm kind of a liability. Fortunately over the past six months, Cordero has developed a solid toolbox for disarming the Gideon rage bomb. "How about we run through what we know again?" she suggests.

Ah. Redirection. Refocus my attention toward something productive. This is awesome when it works. "Sure."

"You saw your sister standing alone at Marcus's graduation. Tell me again what made you go to her?"


(Continues...)

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Seeker (Riders Series #2) 3.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 4 reviews.
SherryF More than 1 year ago
Horses rising from shadow, fire, ash and light, danger and suspense that had me shucking and jiving, flawed characters that had me eating out of their hands, and a storyline that had me twisting and turning to the end left me with a warm fuzzy feeling and a few chuckles in this paranormal/supernatural romantic fantasy that I highly recommend.
NovelKnight More than 1 year ago
If I’m being totally honest, I’m still not sure where I stand with this book. It takes place several months after Riders, with Daryn off on her own and the horsemen looking for her. For the record, this post may have some spoilers if you haven’t read Riders as the books are very closely tied together. Of the two, I definitely liked Seeker more. The dual points-of-view moved the story along faster instead of getting bogged down in the conversational descriptive style of the first book. It lacks the feel of someone telling a story to someone else, involving the reader more in the plot, which I really liked. I think getting out of Gideon’s head was an added bonus. This one alternates between Daryn and Gideon’s viewpoints so you’re not stuck with War and all his anger which drove me nuts last time around. I also appreciated getting to know Daryn better because she wasn’t one of my favorite characters before. The only thing with the dual PoVs is that unless I checked the chapter heading, I wasn’t always sure who was speaking at certain points. They have distinct personalities as characters but their voices, I found, were very similar at times. My biggest issue with Seeker comes down to the romance. The first book lays it on pretty thick that Gideon has a thing for Daryn but the bulk of the story centered around finding the other horsemen and defeating the Big Bad. But for some reason, in this book, their relationship became a huge component of the plot… and I wasn’t feeling it. Their attraction to each other seemed just that: attraction. Nothing more, for me. Which is a problem when the story is more focused on making sure they end up together than rescuing Bastian which is kind of the whole point of the book?? I loved they dynamics of the guys in Riders and wanted more of that but it just wasn’t there in the same way as before. Much of Seeker saw the characters facing their inner demons and I saw the need for it to happen, as many of the other elements of the book were “needed,” it left the pacing all over the place. We have to wait until the characters are all together again for anything to really happen and then they spend most of the book walking through this strange world. Then WHAM rush ending (which I wasn’t all that satisfied with? but that might be more me than the book). I wanted more action from this book, more exploring the four horsemen and their abilities that we get a glimpse of in Riders. I mean they’re pretty awesome so I was eager for more of that awesomeness. In the end, I felt that Seeker wasn’t the ending I wanted, but the ending that Riders needed with everything wrapped up nice and neatly with a pretty ribbon. It was a bit bland for me.
Alyssa75 More than 1 year ago
***Review posted on The Eater of Books! blog*** Seeker by Veronica Rossi Book Two of the Riders series Publisher: Tor Teen Publication Date: May 16, 2017 Rating: 4 stars Source: Review copy sent by the publisher Summary (from Goodreads): New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Veronica Rossi's new fantasy adventure in the Riders series—Seeker . When Daryn claimed she was seeing visions during her sophomore year of high school, no one believed the truth. She wasn't losing her mind, she was gaining the Sight the ability to see the future. If she just paid attention to the visions, they'd provide her with clues and show her how she could help people. Really help them. Daryn embraced her role as a Seeker. The work she did was important. She saved lives. Until Sebastian. Sebastian was her first and worst mistake. Since the moment she inadvertently sealed him in a dark dimension with Samrael the last surviving demon in the Kindred guilt has plagued her. Daryn knows Sebastian is alive and waiting for help. It's up to her to rescue him. But now that she needs the Sight more than ever to guide her, the visions have stopped. Daryn must rely on her instincts, her intelligence, and on blind faith to lead the riders who are counting on her in search of Sebastian. As they delve into a shadowy realm where nothing is as it seems and where Samrael is steadily amassing power, Daryn faces the ultimate test. Will she have to become evil to destroy evil? The very fate of humankind rests in the answer. What I Liked: Last year, I read and absolutely loved Riders. It was a little slow, and it took me a bit to really get into the story, but I ended up loving it. Seeker has been a highly anticipated sequel/conclusion for me, and I'm so happy that I liked it even more than I liked Riders. This book did not disappoint! Seeker picks up months after Riders finishes (I think? I can't remember exactly where Riders finishes). Eight months has passed since Bas was taken, Gideon's hand was cut off by Samreal, the epic showdown went down, and Daryn disappeared. But Gideon never stopped looking for Daryn, or Bas, and he and the Rangers find Daryn. With or without help, Gideon, Daryn, Marcus, and Jode are going into the Rift and finding Bas. But finding Bas and bringing him back are two very different tasks, and with Samrael looking for something from Daryn, nothing goes as planned. Bringing Bas home has never been easy, but Gideon and Daryn find out just how far they'll go to find Bas. One of the best things about this book is that the pacing is faster than the pacing of Riders. I will be the first to say that Riders has a slow start, nearly to the middle of the book. But Seeker starts off quickly and really takes off. Gideon and the gang catch up with Daryn and everything starts rolling. I appreciated the change of pace, and the amount of action this plot had. I didn't remember a lot of specific details about the ending of Riders, but I remembered Bas's disappearance, and Gideon's hand. I sort of forgot about Daryn, and so when I started reading this book and realized that she had run from Gideon and the others, I was surprised! But things started to make sense fairly quickly. That's another good thing about this book - Rossie brings you up to speed effectively... Read the rest of my review on my blog, The Eater of Books! - eaterofbooks DOT blogspot DOT com :)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I was not disappointed! Another great book by Veronica Rossi