From New York Times bestselling authors Krista and Becca Ritchie, comes The Raging Ones, an edge of your seat sci-fi romance with twists and turns that you will never see coming!
In a freezing world, where everyone knows the day they will die, three teens break all odds.
Franny Bluecastle, a tough city teen, dreams of dying in opulence, to see wealth she’s never known. Like the entire world, she believes it’s impossible to dodge a deathday.
Until the day she does.
Court Icecastle knows wealth. He also knows pain. Spending five years in Vorkter Prison, a fortress of ice and suffering, he dreams of life beyond the people that haunt him and the world that imprisoned him.
Mykal Kickfall fights for those he loves. The rugged Hinterlander shares a frustrating yet unbreakable connection with Courtwhich only grows more lawless and chaotic as their senses and emotions connect with Franny.
With the threat of people learning they’ve dodged their deathdays, they must flee their planet to survive. But to do so, all three will have to hide their shared bond as they vie for a highly sought after spot in the newest mission to spaceagainst thousands of people far smarter, who’ll live longer, and never fear death the way that they do.
|Publisher:||St. Martin''s Publishing Group|
|Product dimensions:||5.70(w) x 8.40(h) x 1.60(d)|
|Age Range:||12 - 18 Years|
About the Author
Krista & Becca Ritchie are New York Times Bestselling Authors and identical twins, one a science nerd, the other a comic book geek. With their shared passion for writing, they combined their mental powers as kids and have never stopped telling stories. Graduates from the University of Georgia in Biology and English & Journalism, the twin writing duo now lives in Atlanta. The Raging Ones is their first young adult novel.
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On the cobblestone walk of a city sheathed in ice and snow, I slam my frostbitten fist against a Plexiglas cashier window. "Excuse me!" I call out for assistance that never arrives. Five minutes till closing, and the bank has already snapped the blinds shut.
"Excuse me!" I shout again. "I'm dying tomorrow!" I bang harder, my frustrated breath smoking the chilled air. My wool coat, missing four buttons and brandishing more than a few torn holes, warms me less than my irritation. Which grows with the incoming silence.
I'm truly dying tomorrow, but death is normative. I die. You die. We all die. The only difference between the bankers and me — I will die at seventeen.
I die young.
They die old.
And so it goes.
I spot a bulky camera positioned on the brick of the Bank Hall's outdoor window. You see me, don't you? They just refuse to answer. "I'm allowed my Final Deliverance check! Do you hear me?!" I yell up at the lens while simmering in place.
Behind me, men in sleek tailored suits and furlined wool coats amble along the alabaster-white sidewalk. Their hot, disparaging gazes heat my neck. They can act all miffed by me, but Fowler Street, Avenue Thirty-Four contains every shop for every type of person: hair salons, dentists, pubs, quaint overnight inns, and most importantly for me — the only bank.
And all the grand streets — all the ones with cigar parlors and high-end fabric shops that smell of rose petals and fig — hug the grimy ones. The streets with cheap apartments, crumbling brick, and foul, pungent odors with each step past. So in the end, the rich-clothed men have always seen as much of me as I've seen of them.
We just might not end up in the same place.
I watch some strut ahead, careful on slick cobblestone, scarves bundled up to their lips. They disappear past the warmth of a stone pub, nestled on the corner of Fowler. The opulent Catherina Hotel is only one block away, and by the men's attire alone, I imagine that's their true destination.
Really, they're not a priority to me. Not today.
Most definitely not tomorrow.
With numb fingertips, I dig in my pocket for my identification. I raise the card toward the camera lens. "I'm Franny Bluecastle," I declare, possibly speaking to no one. "Can you see my deathday?" I point at the print beneath my name. "I'm dying tomorrow."
A shadow passes behind the window, someone stirring. Blinds rattle and I press my nose against the chilled glass, scraping my fingers down. "Please! I'm on time!" Backbiting insults and curses nip my tongue, and I swallow them, going down bitter like blood.
The blinds suddenly spring upward, and I'm met with russet curls, thin lips of boredom, and stern, auburn eyes.
I speak before the fortysomething woman can. "I need to collect my FD check. In bills." I keep a watchful eye on the old mechanical drawer beside the window. She has to dispense my cash, and once the drawer opens, it'll finally be in my hand.
Most plan out their deathday to the finest detail.
At six years of age, I watched my mom die.
I traced her steps around her bed, a single-room apartment above a butcher shop. The scent of slaughtered pig clung more to our well-worn clothes than to the musty air.
She lit candle after candle and hummed to the gods, casting smiles back at me. Youth sparkled in her gaze.
And I'd known, like any stranger could see, that we did not match. It wasn't only my cool, beige skin and silky black hair — but the differences of our eyes, the heart shape of my face to her squared, and as I grew, I didn't develop curves or a chest like hers.
Even knowing she'd die by twenty-four, my mother found the will and courage to provide me a home when she was just eighteen. She adopted me as an infant, and I always knew that I'd say goodbye to my mother in only a handful of years. She prepared me for the day, so I'd be at peace with her.
And I was.
Moments after her smile, she blew out the tender flames and crawled onto the squeaky bed.
"Be careful of how you die, my little Franny," she told me. "You can set your terms but not the day."
Without question, I nodded in reply.
When we're born, we all know the day we'll die. It's been this way for over a thousand years.
Maybe someone solved a mathematical equation.
Maybe a scientist drummed up this revolutionary discovery.
I can't recall our history front to back like an Influential. I never attended school or read their books, and I didn't really care to listen.
I only have so much time to live, so why waste it on a history that won't be mine for long?
My mom snuffed the candles, avoiding Death By Fire as her ending. In my country of Altia, people about to experience their deathday must follow Injury Prevention Laws. Like me tomorrow.
Stay away from large groups of people.
Relax. Stay calm.
Be at peace.
Defying the first two could lead to mass accidents.
A boy of fourteen dumbly and selfishly took a joyride around Bartholo's packed and icy city streets on his deathday. The car spun out and collided with Mr. Rosencastle who was innocently locking up the butcher shop.
Since Mr. Rosencastle won't die until he's seventy-seven, all he lost was an arm. Not his life.
And ever since I witnessed my mom's death — the serenity in her upturned lips, the warm flush in her cheeks before her heart slowed to a stop — I've dreamed of my own deathday.
I might have planned it poorly, but I dreamed well.
I imagined using the last of my money for a one-night stay at the Catherina Hotel. Where harpists welcome guests through revolving doors, men in tuxes offer gold-foiled chocolates and sweet liqueur, where feathered pillows and satin sheets blanket beds made for five bodies.
At the orphanage, I sleep on a narrow bunk, coiled springs bruising my back. Only with my Final Deliverance check can I afford this single-night luxury. I've only heard stories, never seen it with my own eyes, but I still dream.
I want to lie against those sheets and gaze up at the hand-painted ceiling mural and smile as I drift off, as my heart slows or as my brain shuts down, as the gods take me.
The banker presses a button, and her monotone voice crackles through the speakers. "We've closed out today. No more transfers, deposits, or withdrawals until tomorrow at six o'morning." She reaches for the cord to the blinds.
"No wait!" This is not how I end. "You can't botch this for me! Listen to me. You have to listen to me." My desperation curdles my stomach, and I claw at the window, my hot breath fogging the glass. "I need this money now. I could die at midnight."
The banker scrutinizes my long hair: black roots growing in among vibrant blue and green knotted strands that contrast her natural hue. She homes in on my silver piercings: stuck along my black brow, a ring beneath my nose and another hooped around my lip.
It's possible that she ignored me because of the bright dye and piercings.
"All Fast-Trackers receive a Six-Week Decline payment," she says. "If you didn't waste your money on drugs and ale, like you all do, you wouldn't be in this situation."
I blister inside. My nails scratch the glass as I dig closer to the Influential banker. "I worked twelve hours every day since I was eight for Fast-Tracker benefits. Have you ever used Purple Coach? Have you been driven safely around the city?" My voice breathes fire, roiling with the last hours of my life. "I never once wrecked. Never once harmed a passenger. I spent every day driving people down these dangerous roads."
When I only had six weeks left to live, I had to retire from the job I loved.
That boy of fourteen who took a pointless joyride right into the butcher shop — I knew him. Purple Coach employed him too. We attended the same training courses, and at eight, we sat behind a wheel and began transporting people wherever they paid us to go.
Only Purple Coach employees know how to drive, especially in these harsh conditions. No one beyond us even has access to a vehicle, but some pity our jobs, thinking there are better ways to live and more valuable skills to learn.
I couldn't think of anything I would've rather been. Anything I would've rather done.
Maybe I shouldn't be rewarded for not being a complete wart and destroying a butcher shop and injuring a man. Maybe it's just expected of me, but at least I didn't steal a car as a means to die.
Her eyes flit to my nails that scratch at the window.
I shiver once, craving just a little warmth.
If I tilt my head and lift my chin, I won't meet the sky or the blazing sun. Purple smoke sputters from chimneys.
Like thick clouds, muddled sheets of lilac shield the apex of stone buildings.
All Influentials, Fast-Trackers, and little Babes know that burning a purple mineral called casia gives off the strongest kind of heat. I've heard that no matter how far you travel — to the other three countries, the iced seas, the barren mountainsides, or even the Free Lands — the lilac haze remains inescapable. Blocking the sky, the sun, the moon, and the stars.
People joke that one day the lilac clouds will kiss the white, white snow. Some days, I do believe the smoke has lowered, but no one wishes to live in this frigid climate without the comfort of heat.
Not even me.
"So," I breathe heavily, the cold burning my throat raw, "don't you tell me that I have enough already. The FD check is part of my compensation for my labor."
She settles her gaze on mine, hers softening a fraction. As though understanding what I contributed in order to be repaid later on. "What do you wish to do on your deathday? The Six-Week Decline payment is a hefty sum and should help fulfill your goal."
She's still harping on about my previous benefit. I open my mouth, but I struggle for a rebuttal. Like I mentioned, I planned this poorly. As soon as I retired from Purple Coach six weeks ago, I spent everything I earned on Juggernaut. I banked on the FD check for my deathday.
I'll have enough to die in luxury then. I'll have enough to die in luxury then. I'll have enough to die in luxury then.
I've spent my free time on my bunk, reaching for invisible lights and believing I was floating over a thawed ocean. I never heard of a warm ocean before, but a girl at the orphanage said that long ago, they once existed. Large bodies of water and no ice. Make believe, I countered with a sluggish laugh. Then I floated some more.
So I was high.
Juggernaut, my drug of choice, always gives me a headache after it loses potency, practically willing me to swallow another pill, to float more often, to snatch up all the lustrous stars. To empty my pockets of bills in exchange for an out-of-body experience.
I like to indulge, but most Influentials choose not to — and we'd all like to believe we're not a bit jealous or sour by the other's perks of living fuller or longer. We are at times, but I wouldn't ask for another day. I wouldn't swap places with the banker.
I lived hard, fast, and full, like a FastTracker.
She will live easy and long and slow. She's not better than me. We're just standing on two opposite ends of a cavernous hole, unable to ever reach the other side without dying first.
"What if the bills I have left won't help fulfill my last wish?" I ask her in all seriousness.
"Then maybe you should lower your goal to one that you can reach." At this, she tugs at the cord and the blinds tumble down.
I scream out and slam my knuckles against the Plexiglas, over and over, but only my spirits crack. After a minute or two, rage simmering, I press my forehead to the spot my breath warmed. I have nothing in my pockets for a Purple Coach ride back to the orphanage.
I never meant to return.
And I can't exactly reach out to any friends from my old job. They're all with the gods now. The rest of the employees at Purple Coach, I'd barely even consider shaking their turds for hands. I grimace at the thought of groveling for a ride to Oron or Gustel — with no bills to give.
I'd rather find my own way.
And where will that be, Franny?
"Mayday," I swear, still briny about the rejection, but I can't just slump here and wallow. I don't have much time left.
I straighten up.
Dressed in a tux, overcoat, and evening scarf tucked to his rich brown cheeks, a nearby young man lengthens his stride. Trying to pass me quickly.
And he's not alone.
He hugs a girl in a dazzling sapphire gown to his side. She twirls her blond hair over her glittery earrings, hiding them from my view. Then she fixes her white fur hat and pulls her fur coat tighter. I wouldn't steal from them.
I try to soften my scowl, but I've never been good at appearing as anything other than what I am. I look and breathe like a Fast-Tracker.
I'm not afraid to hold his gaze. A warning hardens his eyes, but I don't listen as much as he'd like. I'm not afraid.
He breaks contact first.
With a new impulsive plan, I follow their snowy footprints.
We turn the corner, skipping past the warm pub.
Then we cross the busy intersection. Each lavender-painted car, adorned with an Altian eight-pointed star, honks at one another to go when they should be stopped. The air nippy, I try to warm my hands in my wool coat.
We turn right to climb slippery steps, the Catherina Hotel in sight. Golden molding decorates the ornate building, doormen at the ready in top hats and tuxes.
Ahead of me, the girl bundled in fur must sense my lingering presence because she peeks over her shoulder. Ruby lips pursed. She murmurs in the man's ear.
I've never felt more like a wart.
As the young man rears to a halt, eyes plastered on me, I slow too.
I should start with good manners, like they tried to teach me in the orphanage. Say excuse me and say please and don't forget your thank-yous. I forgot enough that Miss Hopcastle would smack my wrist with a wooden spoon. Hard until a bruise formed.
I clear my throat, my voice still raspy. "Excuse me —" "I don't know you," he cuts me off. "So please stop following us." He sets a protective hand on the woman's shoulder, tucking her to his chest.
I haven't met a Fast-Tracker that believed in coupling like this. It's a waste of time, most of us will tell you. Commitment takes decades longer than I have. I didn't need to find the one — just someone for the moment, people I can easily say goodbye to.
Before the young man whips around, I speak fast. "I'm out of bills and my deathday is tomorrow. I was hoping to stay at the Catherina for the night. Is there anyway you can —"
"No, no." He raises his hands at me. "We don't owe you anything. You knew you were going to die tomorrow. You should've made arrangements years ago. I'm sorry."
I lick my chapped lips, my gaze dropping almost at the point of agreement. The bank owed me something, not them.
As they forge onward, I hear the girl mutter the word beggar.
I'm not special because I'm dying. Everyone dies, and everyone knows when.
Yet, I still hoped for a different outcome. I've seen stubborn Fast-Trackers barred from entering the Catherina Hotel before, the spectacle loud with curses and disruption.
I don't want that on my last day.
I meander aimlessly along the cobblestone walk and into a dim, deserted alleyway, squeezed between a firehouse and a laundromat. Feet numb in my boots, arms quaking, tongue stuck dry to the roof of my mouth. I expect to meet another street, but instead I stare wearily at a brick wall.
If this is irony from the gods, I'm too nippy to laugh.
Something wet drips from my nose. With trembling fingers, I brush the liquid. Red. Blood. I've never had a nosebleed before.
Maybe this is the start of my death.
No fear in my bones, I dig in my pocket for the last of my Juggernaut and count them in my palm. Three blue pills. I look up, only to be met with churning purple smoke. Icy slush crunches beneath my boots.
So this is where I end?
This is where I'll die.
"At least let me go without pain," I whisper.
Stay away from large groups of people.
Relax. Stay calm.
Be at peace.
I take a seat beside a rusted bicycle and a dumpster. I might not be able to fulfill all of these laws, but I will die regardless.
I might as well do it on my terms.
I carefully inspect each round pill. Most FastTrackers will go out just like this, but usually forgoing some rules and surrounding themselves with friends. Not alone in an alleyway, with iced sludge soaking their bottom and seeping up the hem of their slacks.
It's not midnight yet, but maybe this will be enough Juggernaut to knock me out for much longer than that. If the drug won't kill me, the cold will.
I toss the pills back and swallow.
A weak smile inches my lips a bit higher. "Happy Deathday, Franny," I say, congratulating myself. It's not the celebration or finery I'd hoped for. I'm certainly not staring at a hand-painted mural, but this one day didn't define the rest of them.
And I lived hard and fast and full.
Now I can be at peace.CHAPTER 2
One day later
Tonight, I wait for a man to die.
I share this in common with everyone inside the lavish ballroom.
It may be the only thing we share.
Crystal chandeliers in the Catherina Hotel gleam
as bright as the jewels on women's necks. Champagne flutes pass between hands. I pluck one from a tray and glide farther along the red carpet. I elevate my carriage, my assured stride not slowing.(Continues…)
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Copyright © 2018 K. B. Ritchie.
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I did receive an early copy of this novel via Netgalley in exchange for an honest review. What I liked: I genuinely enjoyed this story from start to finish. The Ritchie sisters created this harsh, unique world in which only the wealthy, “influential”, and long living individuals really get to enjoy the finer things in life. The premise is something I have never read before in the YA genre. It really makes me think how people would live their lives if they knew the day that they were going to die. Each of our main characters was unique and, despite having to feel each other’s emotions it didn’t feel as though they were bleeding together into one being, quite the contrary in fact. Franny, Court, and Mykal all fought to make sure that they were not swallowed by the emotions they felt that were not their own. While reading I found that I learned enough about each of our main characters to truly feel invested in them. I find that, in a lot of YA, especially YA novels with multiple perspective, that backstories and overall motivations for characters are often lost, but the Ritchie sisters did an exceptional job of making sure that each character was unique and that they viewed and experienced the world that they lived in differently from their two counterparts. Another thing I enjoyed was that, while romance did play a role in the story, it was more focused on the love between these three individuals who were, for the most part friends. It’s rare that we see the love of friends play a large role in YA novels, but I felt that this was one of the major, integral parts of the story. Despite wanting to succeed, Court (cold, harsh, sort of selfish Court) wanted to do so with Franny and Mykal with him because they were connected and, even if he didn’t want to admit it he cared for both of them more than himself. What I didn’t like: For the most part this story was really well paced and the writing was beautiful and the characters were very human, however, there was something that, I don’t want to say I didn’t like it, but it confused me at times. It’s not that I didn’t enjoy the overall story, but there were a few parts throughout every characters chapters where it was unclear whether a certain scene had ended or not. For example, at one point Mykal and Franny would be sparring, and then in the next paragraph a week had gone by. In the overall story, it didn’t happen often, however, it happened enough that it sort of threw me out of my reading groove. This is definitely not a deal breaker for me and I’m hoping it was just the e-galley and that it will be sorted in the finished copy, but I thought it should be noted. Overall, I give this YA debut a 4.5/5 stars! Definitely check this story out if you’re a fan of the Illuminae files by Amie Kaufman and Jay Kristoff, Kaz Brekker from Six of Crows, and twisty, angsty YA sci-fi.
I am usually not a fan of Sci-Fi stories, but after hearing such amazing things about The Raging Ones, I decided to give this one a chance and I am SO glad I did. Krista and Becca have created one heck of a world and characters that are real and complex. I adored seeing the interactions between Franny, Court, and Mykal with their link and distinctly different personalities. The story was perfectly paced and written in a way that had me attached to my book for hours. I voluntarily received an ARC of this book in exchange for my honest review.
So I started reading this book last year. I was bored with the first part of the book so I put it down for months before I picked it back up again. Well I just finished reading it and wonder to myself why I stopped. Overall the book was good and interesting. I am still trying to wrap my head around the whole being one thing.It is an interesting premise the book and the planet is not like Earth that's for sure. If you feel like it is a little boring at the beginning of this book I encourage you to read through it because it gets more complicated and far more interesting. I can't wait for the next book. *I received a free copy of this book via the NetGalley and am voluntarily leaving a review.*
This novel suffers from one major problem: that fact that it is far too long. This is quite a shame considering that the concept of the book is quite impressive by itself, but the problem is that there is too much exposition, too much narrative, that it slows down the pace of the novel to a crawl, making the reader very much aware of the length of the novel. There’s nothing wrong with long books, the problem is that the story, the action has to keep the reader engrossed enough that it doesn’t feel so long. I’ve read Tolkien, the classics, and those are long novels, but there’s something about the narrative, about the uniqueness of the story that allows the reader to lose track of the page number. This novel fails to do that, which is quite unfortunate. Part of the problem is that the authors, they spend too much time on exposition. This shouldn’t be a problem, and typically it’s not, but the problem is that there is so much of it. For about half the novel, the reader is going back and forth on the same subject, the same subject of how these three characters have dodged their death days, thus forming a link between the three. A mention once or twice is enough for the novel, the reader understands that this information is essential, but the authors begin to hit the reader on the head with that knowledge, repeating that information again and again. There’s more information that could have been provided for the reader, more backstory on the characters themselves. If the authors are going to be spending this much time on exposition, it would have better benefited them to expand on this exposition, to expand on the characters and their pasts than on the fact that these three characters are tied together. Now, that’s not to say that there aren’t some fun moments in the beginning. These are three very different characters, two men and one female, who have been thrown into this situation they have no control over, a position they are trying to navigate as much as they can. This leads to some humorous moments for the reader that allows for some character development and growth in the dynamics. If there is one thing the authors know how to do, it’s how to build characters. Their voices, the internal narrative of the characters, they are all distinct and powerful. The reader is able to get to know who these characters are, their struggles, and the fears they don’t want to face. Sure, everyone is afraid of death, that’s for sure, this novel sort of builds on that in the way it builds up the internal narratives and personalities of these characters. The pace is what kills the novel. It goes much to slow and doesn’t pick up the pace until halfway through the story. Even after the halfway mark, the speed does linger on the slow slide, the change of situation keeps the reader interested because the tension rises, after much exposition, the pressure in the novel finally begins to increase, giving the reader a reason to be invested in the story and characters.
I have some mixed feelings about The Raging Ones. There were parts that were really good and other parts I didn't care for. It could be a bit slow at times and failed to keep my attention. There were also parts and scenes I really enjoyed. I liked the whole empathic bond the characters had and the characters itself were well done and interesting. I also liked the romance, although I would've liked a bit more continues build throughout the book. There are some interesting reveals, although they lack impact at times, and very little build up or foreshadowing. I felt at times that there were too many themes or aspects this book tried to address and not everything got enough attention. I didn't like the whole deathday thing, but the world made sense given that basic premise. It was a bit confusing what their technology level was and one of the reveals I would've thought we should've seen more evidence of in their world. All in all I did mostly enjoy this book, but I also struggled with parts and never fully enjoyed it because of that.
I absolutely loved this book! I was on the edge of my seat through the whole book. The premise was crazy: everyone on the planet knows the day they will die. Everyone is ranked in society based on how long they will live. Those who live longer are given more opportunities because they will have more time to make use of their lives. The three main characters survive past their death day, and they are emotionally linked. They can feel each other’s pain and happiness. Once Court and Mykal meet Franny, they include her in their journey to join a space mission, so they can escape the world that they don’t belong in. The question is, will they all make it onto the mission? I had so many questions through the book. When I was getting close to the end, I was disappointed because I was still wondering about many things. However, all of my questions were answered in the last couple of pages! It was an amazing ending, and I wish I didn’t have to wait so long for the sequel! I have no idea what is going to happen next! I received a copy of this book from the publisher on NetGalley.
This was a refreshing new read. It was nice to finally come across a new book with a new story to tell. So often we find that unheard of books copy the greats. Its faltering, but I want to read something new. You dive right into a world where people know their death day and they aren't afraid of it. The story takes a turn when Franny lives through her death day and is thrown into a new word of uncertainty. When will she die? There is no way to tell. The only complaint I have is that the story felt like it was actually two stories in one. You have the first part of the story where the characters live passed their death day and it something taboo and they have to hide. Then there is the part of the story where they are trying out for a mission to space. Either way, it was a good original read and I was enthralled the whole story. Received an advance reader copy in exchange for a fair review.
I admit that I am not naturally drawn to the sci-fi/fantasy genre but I was extremely intrigued by the concept of a world where everyone lives knowing the day they will die. What I am naturally drawn to are characters and the connections they form and this book delivers with 3 strong lead characters. So when I started this book I wasn't prepared for how heart broken I would be discovering how living with these expiration dates would divide society and impact how everyone measures their self-worth and the value of others. It made the first chapters of this book difficult for me to read but I am so glad I pushed through because once our three characters are united and begin to reveal the extent of their true connections to one another is when this book begins to shine. This book is unique in it's use of a 3 POV format and each of the three lead characters brings an interesting perspective to the story. I found the connections between the characters both beautiful and heart breaking at the same time. It's clear this is the first book of a series so you can expect a cliffhanger but the cliffhanger I was left with wasn't exactly the cliffhanger that I was expecting. I can't wait to read what happens next. Thank you to the publishers and NetGalley for providing me this arc in exchange for an honest review!
Exciting doesn't even start to describe the adventure in these pages. Franny has it all worked out—her death day. Every one knows when their death will occur. It's as natural as the stars in the sky, and calculated into life with much awareness and care. There are three types of classes of deaths—those who have very short lives, medium lives and the few who are graced with a long life. Franny belongs to the second of these, has lived her life to the fullest and embraces her upcoming peace. Except, she doesn't die. And that throws everything in life into an expected chaos and adventure. This is one of those books which grabs and doesn't let go. There are three main characters and three points of view—Franny, Court and Mykal. While Court and Mykal have known each other for several years, Franny is new to the mix and is the one who allows the reader to seep into the adventure with her. Each character has their kinks but each one is a gem in their own right. The bond they share is inspiring, makes them all easy to cheer for, and sets the stage for an exciting series. The reader follows the trio as they try to reach their goal to become one of the few members of the planet who will be allowed to venture off into space on a mission. The planet is similar enough to modern day Earth to make it easy to settle into the scenes. While the first part of the book allows the circumstances surrounding the trio and their daily lives to sink in, the second part concentrates on the competition as the each try to become part of the ending crew. In this second half, more characters are introduced, which not only add new angles but also offer hints at the adventures to come. The author has a wonderful balance of present and past, allowing the characters to reveal their pasts slowly and exactly then when it's needed. This approach adds to the layers, especially when new surprising twists trickle in later in the book. There is also a nod at LGBT themes, however, this is only subtle and its unsure where this will lead later on. Only the ending surprised with a twist which definitely wasn't easy to see coming and adds an entirely new dimension to what the next books will hold. I received a complimentary copy and found it so interesting that I wanted to leave my honest thoughts.
The Raging Ones by Krista and Becca Ritchie is an interesting alternate future novel. When everyone knows when they will die it effects how they live. Those who will have long lives are considered influential, while those who won't be around long are the dregs of society. But what happens when the ultimate impossibility happens? What happens when death doesn't come on the scheduled date? Franny Bluecastle's plans for her last goodbye get messed up when she can't get he deathday funds. Then to top things off she wakes up the day after. Which is not supposed to happen and that is just the beginning of how crazy her life, which was supposed to be over, is becoming. Court Icecastle was not the kind of person who was supposed to die young, but his fate said he would, until he didn't and when he finds himself bonded somehow to Mykal Kickfall who wasn't supposed to make it past childhood he starts to plan an escape from those who object to those who dodge the plan. Escape to space. When Franny gets connected to Court and Mykal's bond things get even more complicated. They want to get off the planet, but leaving one of their trio behind is just not possible. As Franny comes to grips with her new reality and the quest that Court and Mykal have set, the adventure they undertake is one of finding who she really is and what she really could become. Krista and Becca Ritchie have created an intriguing world with fascinating characters to match. The vivid descriptions are counter point to the harsh reality all around. Franny, Court and Mykal are all unique characters who add to the whole of their bond. Overall I very much enjoyed The Raging Ones and recommend this book as a fascinating and complex read. (I voluntarily reviewed an advance review copy of this book I received for free from the publisher via NetGalley in exchange for my open and honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.)
So. AMAZING! A huge thank you to NetGalley, St. Martin's Press, Krista Ritchie, and Becca Ritchie for the opportunity to read this amazing book in exchange for an honest review. I debated on a score of 4.5 or 5, and I can't give this book anything less than a full 5 stars! I've never read any books by the Ritchie sisters before, and I saw some reviews where current fans were a bit disappointed. While I think this book could have had a tiny bit more romance, everything was well-executed, the writing is fantastic, and the Ritchie's just got a new fan! I am utterly in love with this book and cannot wait to buy it! In this far future world set in 3525, Saltare-3, the farthest planet from the sun and therefore the coldest, a world covered in ice where people can't even see the stars, everyone knows their deathday. A scientist discovered the tech to read a person's blood for their deathday. How they will die can be up to the person, or they can let fate decide, but no matter what, "no one dodges a deathday," and that is fact. Except, of course, for Franny, Court, and Mykal. Court and Mykal are the first to dodge their deathdays, and this strange anomaly causes them to be linked together; they can feel each other's feelings, pain, needs, even taste the same food or feel full is the other has already eaten. When Franny is being beaten to death on her deathday, she wonders what cruel afterlife awaits, when Court and Mykal suddenly feel her: another has surpassed their deathday. One of the important aspects of the world are that there are three sets of labeled people based on the day they are going to die. There are Babes, people who die between being an infant and 12 years of age, Fast-Trackers who often do manual labor jobs and can't contribute much to society since they die between the ages of thirteen and twenty-nine, and there are Influentials, those who live past thirty, even well past their hundreds, living long enough to contribute something to society, to "influence" the world, as it were. Mykal and Franny are definitely not even close to Influential in manner, and Court aims to train them so they can pass the test and get onto Stardust's Saga 5 mission, a mission that will take them off the planet. They can't stay; people will go ballistic and try to run a bunch of crazy experiments looking to find how these three were able to dodge their deathday, because, once again, nobody dodges their deathday. They've tried. Guns jam if they try to shoot themselves on a day that they aren't destined to die. And those who are destined can't be saved, no matter what. It's just not the way of things. People even look forward to their deathdays and plan out how they are going to live out the remainder of their time, or how they will die. No one fears death because everyone knows when it's coming for them! So space if the best option for Franny, Court, and Mykal, and they have to work together to try to get into the top 5 to be on the mission. Shouldn't be too hard with their special link, right? The first half of the book gets us inside the first person narratives of all three main characters, acquainting the reader and establishing the world and training to even get into StarDust. The second half of the novel takes 1,000 candidates and pits them against each other in a number of ways, all methods of getting them ready for space travel, and to fine their 30 new hires, 5 of which will go into space for reasons explained later. I absolutely love t
Franny Bluefort, A rough and tough city girl with dreams of dying in opulence on her deathday. Court Icefort, who seeks a life outside the pain and cold cruelty he found in Vorkter Prison, where he ended up after beginning life surrounded by wealth and family. Mykal Kickfall, a rugged yet passionate Hinterlander who will do just about anything to protect the ones he loves. These three teens couldn’t be any more different from one another yet they are connected in ways no one else in the world are. Not only are their senses linked but they have something else in common as well. Something huge. Something impossible. Or so they thought. All three of them have dodged their deathdays. The Raging Ones is a completely unique and imaginative tale. The world building is interesting and different. The characters are diverse and layered. The romance is not the one you would expect but it’s beautiful in its simplicity. You will not find any insta-love in this book. I flew through this novel in a day and a half and by the end I was immersed so deeply in this story I had a hard time coming back to reality. The ending has such a heartbreaking cliffhanger and I am not sure how I will cope with the wait for the sequel. I simply must know what happens to Franny, Court, and Mykal. Each of these characters have carved a place in my heart and I call this book a resounding success. Thanks to Krista & Becca for sending this lovely book out into the world. And please put me out of my misery and finish the next one!
What a fantastic story! The Raging Ones is a uniquely captivating tale that kept me enthralled from the first page to the last. Krista and Becca Ritchie have created a world I loved getting lost in and I cannot wait to go back! But it just wasn't just the world I loved, it was the characters most of all! Court, Mykal, and Franny were such compelling personalities, I have a soft spot for each of them. Each so strong in their own ways, yet deeply vulnerable as well. Court and Mykal thought it was them against the world, the only 2 people with a soul deep connection and an unbreakable bond, until they cross paths with Franny and realize she's one of them, in more ways than one. Having "dodged" their death days, the three must now figure out how to survive in an unforgiving world, without giving away their secrets. With a plan in mind, Court is determined to save the three of them so that they can live life free and safe. And this is where the story really shines. The world building was incredible and I felt like I was right there with Court, Mykal, and Franny as they fought so desperately to escape the life they were previously destined to live. I really was completely enchanted by this story and the characters. It was a slow-burn, yet action packed fascinating tale. I loved the subtle undercurrent of the romance between Court and Mykal, you could feel it there, simmering just below the surface. But what was most important in this story was the friendship and trust they all had to have for one another. They needed that connection in order to survive. I'm so anxious for book two, as the Ritchie sisters really know how to pull off a cliffhanger! Well done ladies, well done. This is definitely a favorite of 2018.
My interest in The Raging Ones was caught when I read the blurb. I could see the potential in a plotline based on a society that knew when they were going to die. Then I read the book and man, I can't even begin to describe what it was like reading this book. The best way I can describe it is like unwrapping a Christmas gift. You don't know what you are going to get and you are eager to get it open to see it. That is how I felt about The Raging Ones. The Raging Ones follows 3 teenagers who have dodged their deathdays. In doing that, they have bonded with each other. Desperate to keep their secrets, the trio decides that their best bet is to enter a competition that will send them into space. A competition that will test their bonds and their alliances with each other. But what awaits them in space? Franny is the first character that we are introduced to in the book. She is a brass, crass Fast Tracker. Fast Trackers are people who are destined to die in their teens/early adulthood. They are known for partying like it is the last day of their life...every single day. I felt bad for Franny because all she wanted was her money so she could die knowing what it would be like to be rich. I liked her. She was the more open of the trio. The more impulsive one. I liked her. She did get the short end of the stick with her new tattoos. That artist did not like her. Mykal was introduced with Court. Mykal was a Babe. Babes are children whose deathdates happen before the age of 8. When he didn't die, he removed himself from his Hinterland village, supporting himself alone until he found Court half-frozen. While Mykal came across as a country bumpkin but he was anything but. I loved his character. He had a way of looking at things that were refreshing. Court was the mysterious one. He was an Influential. Influentials are people whose deathdays happen far in the future. Court was very stingy in giving information about himself. That drove me nuts but also kept reading. Court cared about Franny and Mykal but didn't want to get too close to them. He was also the driving force behind the 3 of them getting into the space program. I liked his character but came to love him. The bond that Mykal and Court had were intense. As was their attraction to each other. But they didn't act on it. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife, it was that heavy. I was surprised that nothing happened between them sooner in the book. I did think that there was going to be a love triangle with Franny but nothing ever came from it. Which I liked. A love triangle would have taken away from the storyline. I do wish that more had been spent on explaining why deathdates were needed and how they were discovered. It was explained very briefly but not in detail. I also wish that more time had been given to explained Mykal, Court and Franny's connection. Why they had it and why they didn't die. I liked the science fiction aspect of the book but I did feel that it went on for a tad bit too long. It felt that there was some unneeded luggage with that plotline that could have been trimmed. Mainly the part of the storyline with the cheating. It added nothing to the storyline and bored me. The end of the book was fantastic. The author had a huge plot twist that I didn't see coming. There were no hints or anything leading up to it. I was shocked. The author ended the book on that note. Brilliant move on their part. Because now I have to read the next book to see what is going t
I don't read many YA/Scifi novels, however I trust Krista and Becca unconditionally so I didn't hesitate picking up this book. I was not disappointed! The world they created was very original and intrigued me a lot. I was looking forward to learning more and more about the characters and their lives. I loved the idea of a bond/link between Court, Franny and Mykal. But I also enjoyed that all three had a very different personality. They come from different 'worlds' and grew up in different circumstances. The characters grow significantly in this book, and I am looking forward to seeing they grow even more. One of my pet peeves in Scifi or Fantasy books is that the world-building is too complicated, and that the author dumps a lot of information at the reader at once. I was glad that the authors didn't do that in this book, however there were times that I wanted more information. For example, I wanted more details on how the worlds were created and how the people differed from one another. So that left me a bit wanting more, however I am hopeful that Krista and Becca will go more into depth in the next book. The twist at the end was super unexpected, and I am so excited to get my hands on the sequel and to see what will happen next. The Raging Ones is a successful YA/Scifi novel by Krista and Becca Rithie, and I can't wait to see with what they will come up in the future.
I'm so confused as to how I really feel about this one. I wasn't at all a fan of the writing style. But, gosh darn it if I wasn't a fan of these characters! I don't even know how to describe what I felt while reading. On the one hand, the writing could have used some work, in my opinion, the world could have been better explained, and the pace could be better. On the other, I was so invested in what was going to happen to these people!I've said this before on several occasions, but I tend to forgive a lot of things in books when I'm invested in its charcters. I think that's the reason I ended up enjoying this book as much as I did. All the early reviews I've seen so far have been really positive and everyone has been praising it, which is great. But, to be honest, for the first 50 or so pages I was convinced that this just wasn't going to be for me. And then, we got to know the main charcters, Franny, Mykal, and Court. And after I got over the fact that one of them is actually named Court, of all things, I started really getting into the story. While the synopsis looks like it promises a love triangle, I promise you, there is nothing of the sort in this story. Instead, we get a complicated friendship between three people that are now emotionally bonded. With this bond, they can feel each other's feelings, both emotional and physical, and I love where the authors went with it and all the cool little things they added to it. For example, the fact that Franny is lactose intolerant but Mykal eats cheese so she can taste it without having any of the side effects. In fact, the whole concept of this novel is quite interesting. Not only does it the idea of a deathday (the day you're going to die), but it clearly shows the consequences of it. Babes (death day from birth to 12) aren't cared for as much and not many resources are given to them because everyone knows they're going to die soon. Fast-Trackers (death day from 13-29) spend most of their time partying and doing simple things because their deaths are coming soon, so they don't even bother getting educated. And Influentials (Deathday 30 and beyond) who are considered upper-class citizens because their lives will have the most impact on mankind. The plot itself is pretty typical, nothing mind-blowing and new, but I also didn't mind that. What I did mind was that there were a lot of things in the world that didn't make sense to me until later on. I would have liked more explanations and worldbuilding. for example, I was so confused that a ten-year-old was a doctor and that teenagers were engineers in college. Is everyone in this world just more intelligent than we are? This leads me to the writing. I wasn't a fan of this style. It was too...blunt? Not as fluid as I would have liked? I don't know how to express it if I'm honest. Although, there were moments when the authors would write a paragraph here and there that would leave me actually impressed and yet didn't match up. But, I guess it's bound to happen when there are two authors.
Language Content: Mild (made up curses) Explicit Content: Some gory bits Sexual Content: Kissing Genre: Young Adult, Sci-Fi, Fantasy RECOMMEND: HIGHLY Thank you so much to Krista and Becca Ritchie, Wednesday Books & NetGalley for this ARC. Next…I NEED THE NEXT BOOK LIKE YESTERDAY! HOLY WOW! I am NOT OKAY, can it be 2019 already?? The Raging Ones is told In multiple POVs; Court, Mykal and Fanny. Life on Soltare-3 is calculated, by calculated, I mean, every person knows the exact day in which they will die. Some die as children (Babes), teens – young adults (Fast-Trackers), and the rest until old age or beyond (Influentials). This is how it has been for centuries since the discovery of being able to read death days…until now. DUN DUN DUNNNNNN. Court is a very serious, tall, intelligent eighteen year old boy who has been through a lot in his past. Getting through that hard exterior and learning about his character is a journey in of itself. Mykal is a soft-hearted but fierce boy. He is large, quite muscular as he grew up on the land, hunting and doing laborious work. Fanny is a live life full, fast, and hard type of a girl. She lives and breathes the lower city life and she is a sharp female who won’t let anyone push her around. These three have done something that no one else on the entire planet has…they have lived. They lived past their predicted death day and are in the unknown. For some reason, having dodged their death days they are all connected. They can sense each other, body and soul. It is incredibly intense at times and intrusive at others, but they are stronger together than they are apart. Running from past demons and current problems, they journey to a program that offers a small few a chance at something new…an outer space mission. The plot was so unique and spectacularly done. I thoroughly enjoyed Mykals POV, probably the most of the three. He was serious, caring, angry and so darn funny I could barely contain myself. There is a scene involving a seatbelt that would not, could not snap close, I just about rolled over laughing. Just when I thought I knew what was going to happen and assumed it would be predictable, I was thrown a couple of curve balls and I was so happy for it! Expect the unexpected with this book because down to the very last paragraph I was hanging on the every word and shocked by what I read. Absolutely floored that I could not immediately read the next book. This book is easily a 5 star read for me, but if I am being critical, I had to give it a 4.5 rating ONLY because there are some scene transitions that are not clear/smooth and were slightly jarring until I realized the scene moved to a different room or space without breaks. Keep in mind that I am reviewing an Advanced Copy, so this could have possibly been edited at this point. Either way, it does not disrupt the story, just gives a small speed bump in the flow. To say I was deceived by this book would be the understatement of the year! This book took me for a ride, and I really thought I knew where it was going to end, but I couldn’t have even fathomed what I read next. MAYDAY. Bravo Krista and Becca, Bravo indeed! Such a fun and unique sci-fi novel, really loved the characters!
"The Raging Ones" takes place on a planet far away from Earth where people have settled- the biggest change over time has been the determination of each person's deathday. On this world, everyone knows the exact day that they will die. They cannot die sooner- even trying to shoot oneself, the guns will jam. Everyone dies on their assigned deathday. According to the age you will be when your deathday arrives, you are labeled a babe (child when die), a fast-tracker (up to age 29) or an influential (someone whose life holds more meaning because it is lengthened). The book begins with the fast-tracker Franny on her deathday. Her best laid plans go awry, and she is left on the streets when her deathday comes- and then goes. To add to her shock, she finds herself connected to two men, Mykal and Court, who have been connected to each other for a while. By connected, they are able to feel what the other feels as if it were their own. So an itchy nose on one will make them all scratch. Franny is shocked by this turn of events- no one escapes their deathday. However, she has little time to process as Mykal and Court reveal their plans to her. They plan to enter the mission to outer space. Details are vague, but you must be an influential to apply. Set on this mission, they must work together- the penalty for them, unlike everyone else on the planet who knows their deathday, is death at any given moment, a reality somewhat terrifying to contemplate. While the first third of the book was very slow, the last two-thirds was fantastic, and I was so glad I stuck with it. There are mysteries and friendships/enemies built throughout the book, I was completely caught up in Franny, Mykal, and Court's lives. They are each so unique and three-dimensional that it was fantastic to get to read from each of their point-of-views. The book ends with a cliff-hanger, and I absolutely cannot wait to get my hands on the second! I wish the beginning had been a little faster-paced, but the last parts were incredible and unputdownable (making up a word here). Overall, I highly recommend for YA lovers of fantasy/sci-fi. This seems like a fantastic and unique new series that I am excited to get into. Please note that I received an ARC from the publisher through netgalley. All opinions are my own.