True Born

True Born

by L.E. Sterling


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ISBN-13: 9781633753198
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Publication date: 05/03/2016
Series: True Born Series , #1
Pages: 304
Product dimensions: 8.20(w) x 5.70(h) x 1.30(d)
Age Range: 13 - 17 Years

About the Author

L.E. Sterling had an early obsession with sci-fi, fantasy and romance to which she remained faithful even through an M.A. in Creative Writing and a PhD in English Literature - where she completed a thesis on magical representation. She is the author of cult hit Y/A novel The Originals (under pen name L.E. Vollick) and the urban fantasy Pluto’s Gate. Originally hailing from Parry Sound, Ontario, L.E. spent most of her summers roaming across Canada in a van - inspiring her writing career. She currently lives in Toronto, Ontario.

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True Born

By L.E. Sterling, Liz Pelletier

Entangled Publishing, LLC

Copyright © 2016 L. E. Sterling
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-63375-325-9


When we came into the world, silent and cowled, my sister and I were attached by our big toes. They waited a whole day to separate us, and for that one perfect day, Margot and I were one. After the separation, they tell us, we cried for days, would not be pacified except when we were laid side by side, touching. Our toes show the scars from our being ripped apart. Mine is brown in the shape of a blotchy lock. Margot's is long and thin with little teeth that make it look like a key. We decided this as young girls, as we stared at the freckled flesh that has long since become a part of the story of us. I pull my foot free from my leather boot and wiggle my toes, staring at the inky blot that marks me one of two. Beside me at the courtyard table of our exclusive private school, my sister throws back her hair and looks around for teachers or guards who might be able to convince her to come inside — since I clearly can't.

"I'm not skipping the whole day, Lu. Just this period. I'll be back after lunch. Promise," Margot reasons, staring back at me with a look one inch shy of mischief.

We are supposedly identical, but despite carrying the same long chin, we don't look precisely alike. Our mother tells us I'm built like a bird: thin and small, with a cap of deep shadow-brown curls and dark gray eyes. Margot is a smidge taller, fuller, her hair a shade lighter and three shades straighter. Her eyes are a mystery: green and gray and a glint of gold. And when Margot walks into a room, she commands all eyes while I, the sparrow, sit unnoticed and observe. Margot is fire: bright and ready to burn out of control. I am the less exciting twin, the responsible twin.

Despite Margot being older by one and a half minutes, it has always fallen to me to watch over her. I'd not call her wild — our parents wouldn't stand for a wild child — but she does know how to skate the boundaries. Still, though I've not given our parents a moment's worry, Margot is the family favorite: the one our mother most enjoys and our father coddles. And me? I'm the one who keeps her out of scrapes so she can enjoy her favored status. It may seem like I'm doing a lot of work, but I get something out of it, too. As long as I keep Margot in the limelight, I'm not the one our parents expect to entertain visiting businessmen and politicians. Which is the reason I'm currently outside in the cold arguing with my sister instead of sitting in my favorite class.

"You can't skip, Margot. I mean it. Besides, what do you think you're going to do? Half the city is on lockdown today."

This is Dominion, after all. The Plague has escalated the last few years, sweeping over the world on its dark horse and gobbling everyone with its diamond teeth. Whole sections of the city are kept under constant martial law to prevent the lawlessness that comes with rising body counts.

I stare up at the gray, moody sky before turning back to my twin, who busily packs up her things. A fat raindrop falls with a plop onto my inky blot of a birthmark. I sigh. She'll not listen. This I know for sure.

"What are you even doing, Margot?"

She's been skipping a lot lately. Meeting someone in private. I suspect she's going around with Robbie Deakins, the boy she's had a crush on since seventh grade, although I can't see it when they're together. We live in a very small world. It's nearly impossible to keep secrets in our set. But between us, my sister and me, it's even harder.

"Just heading out for a walk with some friends. Don't worry so much," she scolds.

"It's not like you to keep secrets from me." I shove my toes back into my boot and regard my beautiful twin shrewdly. "And I know you're doing more than going for a walk."

We are not like other people, despite how normal Margot likes to imagine we are. Our mother tells us we are like pieces of the same puzzle, and she's right. When we're apart, I can feel us stretching to fit the pieces together, no matter the distance.

We should have died at birth. They thought about killing us: two babies dressed in our bloody cowls and so supernaturally quiet that the doctors and midwives were looking for hammers. But we lived, and as we grew, we slowly came to know that we were unique, though two. At times I think I can read her thoughts, like bells in my mind. And what Margot feels, I feel — sometimes more sharply than even she does. Her pain, her joy. Her excitement ...

It's our secret, and one we guard closely. Lock and key.

There's one secret more. We never speak about it, but I'm different still. Sometimes I can say with certainty who's going to catch sick next. I know when the street preachers and their rabble will erupt into violence. Today's death and violence is nothing compared to the ugliness of tomorrow. She has her own special gifts, my sister, but this one, this secret, is mine alone.

I also know when I'm wasting my breath. I stand up, pulling my coat closer around me as the sky opens in earnest. "Fine," I tell her sternly. "But I won't cover for you. You get in trouble, you dig yourself out."

"Fine," she says, then leans over to kiss me on the cheek before rushing off in a blur of color, cheeks bright, eyes shining. "Love you," she tosses back over her shoulder.

But as I make my way to the doors on the other side of the large courtyard, jumping over gray-black puddles and getting drenched, a traitorous thought — all too familiar of late — flashes through my mind: why does Margot get to have all the fun?

I yank on the heavy oak door and barrel through, fuming over Margot's latest caper. Grayguard Academy is as old as the hills and we've been attending it practically since birth. I know every nook and cranny, every dip in its polished marble halls, every loose joint in its four-hundred-year-old wooden stairway. So I'm flapping my wet coat free of rain rather than looking where I'm going as I fly from the hallway up the flight of stairs, a route that will take me to my class more quickly.

And smack right into something as hard as bricks.

I bounce and careen backward, losing my footing. My arms flail, but I can't catch anything but a whiff of real danger and the fact that the object is a man. He reaches out to grab my hand, but my arms have already started sailing over my head. Images of splattered brains all over the highly polished marble floor flash through my mind as I fall back, back, and snap still in mid-air. Adrenaline spikes through me as my head-over-heels tumble is suddenly halted. I'm not dead.

And the man in front of me, a gorgeous wallop of a man, holds me from certain death by the hem of my skirt. I'm lucky, I muse as, teetering on my heels, I'm suddenly cast back to the time when a much younger Robbie Deakins held Margot suspended in the same position and bartered a kiss for her freedom. Back then I kicked him in the shins and Margot told me I knew nothing about boys. As I take in the one before me, I reckon that statement still holds true.

"You should watch where you're going," the stranger says, but the words are delivered without a sting. For a moment I'm struck dumb — not by my escape from a near-death experience, since I continue to dangle over the stairs at an odd angle — but by the man before me. At first I'm caught by his lips, just the right kind of full, the lips of an angel. Then I take in his cheekbones, high and carved in a face more long than square, with a nose to match that flares slightly wider at the nostrils. Though it's all the rage in Dominion, he has no facial hair, making him seem younger than he likely is. I see a sinfully long, dark sweep of eyelash, a dark arc of eyebrow topped with a mop of messy blond locks that fall over one eye. The other eye is an intense, moody blue that rakes me from head to toe.

He carries himself with all the menace of a trained killer.

"You ... you shouldn't be here," I splutter haughtily, feeling heat rise to my cheeks, though whether I'm more embarrassed or concerned I can't tell.

"But I am here," he says in dark, rich tones. He peers scandalously down at my legs, "and you're welcome."

I gasp in outrage. I try to bat at the hand that holds my skirt, but I can't reach, and somehow this makes me feel even more helpless.

"Let me go," I fume imperiously.

"If I do that, you'll fall," he tells me reasonably enough. But there's nothing reasonable about the way he looks me over: frank, assessing. The gaze of a true predator. Nor how each scrap of my skin seems to tingle under his heated gaze. His lips curl into a smile. But the worst part: I don't like what it does to me. "What will you do for me if I let you go?" And there, in that singular second, the stranger crosses the line between potential friend or foe. He is not one of us, this vulgar, magnetic stranger. Every instinct in my body warns that this man is not safe. No one outside the Upper Circle is safe.

I narrow my eyes at the intruder. For intruder he surely is. They don't allow non-students in this wing, not even the mercs who watch over us after school. And he surely can't be a merc. Mercs wear House uniforms, while my self-proclaimed savior is in a black shirt faded almost to gray. On the front is a stick figure skeleton painted in a flaking white. Even from here I can see a frayed hole in the knee of his pants, the strange nakedness of his toes. He's wearing sandals. No one wears sandals. He seems too beautiful, too self-assured to be rabble, but one never knows.

I lick my lips. "Tell you what, Laster. I'll give you a head start before I call security."

His eyes sharpen. They must be catching the light, I muse, as for a moment a flash of emerald sweeps across his cornea before turning back to a dark indigo.

"Well aren't you a ray of sunshine?" He leans back. "What are you, anyway, some sort of nun?" he asks, taking in my high-necked white blouse and dark-blue wool skirt that falls below the knee.

"What are you," I throw right back, "some kind of blind hermit? You've not seen a single school uniform while you've been traipsing through our halls? If you know what's good for you, you'll get out of here."

"No, I haven't. Not one like this," he says, suddenly quite serious, all but ignoring my warning. At his words I stop trying to break free. Something passes between us, quick as lightning. It's so unexpected, I can't catch my breath.

I'm so distracted I almost don't notice the sound of fabric ripping.

"Uh oh," says the stranger, lips curling into a sinful smile.

"My skirt is ripping."

"Yes it is."

"Let me go!" I yell in my most imperious tone.

But the stranger just shakes his head and clucks at me as though I'm a small and naughty child. "Terrible manners."

It takes me a beat to understand he's serious. He'd as soon see my skirt rip off than let me go. "Fine," I fume. "Please help me out of this ridiculous position so I neither lose my skirt nor scramble my brains, kind sir."

The stranger cocks his head at me. That one lock of hair falls back away from his eye, revealing a face of stark perfection. He cups a hand over one ear, holding me effortlessly in place with the other. "What was that you said, Princess?"

Reeling in mortification, I mumble, "I said 'please.'"

I hate his arrogance, his certainty as he reels me in, one fistful of skirt at a time as though I'm a fish hooked on his line. Worse still, I think as I watch the play of bulging muscles under the thin and fraying layer of his shirt, it costs him no effort.

When I'm two fistfuls from upright, I lunge for his arms. He's slender but broad of shoulder. Beneath my grip his arms are rocks that I grasp on to for dear life.

And then we are far, far too close for comfort.

The beautiful stranger's eyes glitter as he stares down at me. He looks as though he'll say something when a fleet of feet sound in the hallway below, accompanied by the cultivated voices of my schoolmates, drawing away his attention.

With a pang, and utterly against my better judgment, I realize I want it back.

He sweeps an arm behind my back and sets me squarely on the step below but makes no other motion to leave. His other arm sweeps around me, locking me against his body. We're so close I can smell cinnamon on his breath, can feel the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes. It occurs to me that I still have his biceps locked in a death grip. I swallow past my embarrassment and loosen my fingers one by one.

The stranger's eyes marble into vibrant green again. His eyes narrow, and for a moment I feel like I'm staring into the face of a wild beast. On the heels of that thought crashes another. Maybe he's True Born.

I dismiss the errant thought as quickly as it comes. There are no True Borns at Grayguard.

"You'd better go before they arrest you, Laster," I tell the stranger, taking a trembling step down the stairs. When had my legs started shaking?

The stranger's arms remain around my back, though they loosen somewhat. He glances down at me with something like regret stamped on his features.

"Some day someone is going to have to teach you how to behave," he tells me cockily.

"And I suppose you'll be the one to do it?" I throw back, shrewish. I am not flirting, wouldn't even know how. But the man before me is surely not accustomed to being rejected by any woman, let alone a school girl, and most Lasters don't know their place. He throws me a lopsided grin.

My heart lurches again at the appearance of a sharp dimple. I stare at his white teeth, the curl of his lips. Concentration melting away, I remove my hands from his arms. Having nowhere to go but his flesh — which, my fevered brain reminds me, I must avoid at all costs — they dangle uselessly in midair.

"Maybe I will be," he finally drawls. His hands trace from my back up to my shoulders. He gently holds me in place while he steps around me, then bounds gracefully down the stairs. I turn and watch the lithe muscles in his back shift under his shirt. He has the spare and supple movements of a cat, I think, as he hits the landing and turns back to me.

The stranger flicks a glance at me through a lock of his hair. "Be seeing you, Princess," he salutes before waltzing down the hall as though he owns the place.

Once he's gone I give myself permission to sink down on the step, knowing my shaking legs won't support me a moment longer. My heart races, though for the life of me I can't figure out why. I'm not the sister who chases after boys — no matter how gorgeous they are. And I certainly wouldn't chase after one like that, so rude, so messy. We Fox sisters are Upper Circle. Our parents would make sure I'd never see the light of day. Worse, they'd marry me off to the nearest middle-aged senator in ten seconds flat.

Still, as I sit there and shake — a delayed reaction from a near-death experience, I keep reminding myself — I can't help but relive, over and over again, the way he looked at me. His eyes had raked every square inch of me as though he knew me better than my own sister did. Better than I know myself.

Hand to my chest, I close my eyes and pray to all the gods in Dominion that I never see his face again. Because for some absurd reason I can't shake the uncanny feeling that maybe I will.


By your eighteenth birthday you're supposed to know. They're supposed to tell you.

Splicer. True Born. Laster.

Margot and I, though, all we seem to be getting for our eighteenth birthday, still over a month away, is another round of Protocols at the Splicer Clinic.

The rain comes down in stripes as we're bundled into our father's shiny black Oldworld car and stall at the sooty iron gates surrounding our home. Two sentries ride shotgun on the electric gate. They hold machine guns with one hand and iron pegs with the other as the gate slowly glides open. Fritz, the one with the steel-colored flattop, is our newer merc, ex-army. Shane, the one with the Celtic knot work bulging over his biceps and the crazed glint in his eyes, has been with our father since we were girls. He's one of only a handful of people in the world Margot and I trust.

I spy the first sign as the car crosses through the gate and wades into a sea of people. Evolve or Die. I don't understand these signs. Father says they indicate that a lot of rabble have gone mad.

The boy holding it up can't be more than twelve, but you can never tell these days. He's got the startlingly gaunt frame of the starving or sick, his face smeared with dirt and desperation. Chances are he's either a goner himself or his family has been wiped off the map and he's providing for himself.


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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I am writing this to hopefully save anyone else from wasting their money After struggling to pg 100 I finally skipped to the end and I felt like I hadn't missed anything. It's disjointed, repetitive, and you can skip pages at a time still be up to date. It's a great concept but this author trying to describe things they obviously don't have a vision of what they are trying to describe as its confusing on characters. Sentences and wording are those of possibly a young teenager
Danii_045 More than 1 year ago
True Born. A dystopian world where money is everything. The plague has hit the human race hard. Survival comes at a price. The rich can buy it and the gifted are outcast. The Fox family are in the heart of the upper circle. The elite families stick together. They are basically upper class stuck up snobby toffees. They teach their children to believe their views and do not associate with lesser species. Lucy and Margot Fox are congenital twins. They were separated shortly after birth. Twins have a special bond but these two have something more. It's like they are still joined. At 18 children become adults. They have a reveal party to expose their fate. The plague onset is mapped out in people's DNA. Trueborn is Lucy's story. She is privileged and part of the upper circle. Her father is a powerful man and Lucy is expected to act the part. She's the responsible twin. She tries to keep her sister in line and plays the part of the sensible one. Her life is about to be turned upside down. She has never questioned her privileged life but her eyes are about to be opened. A new security team is set on to protect the twins. The words True Born are about to mean something. This book has some horror scenes which some readers may not like (The event is written at the bottom of this review). Monsters are mutated from humans. Some are good, some are bad. This book is a new way to think of shifters. Trueborn is about survival. The world is changing. The poor are starting an uprising. This is Lucy's awakening. This story has the potential for romance. Trueborn isn't the type of book you can read while falling asleep. The language is a little heavy and takes a bit of concentration. 4.5 stars out of 5. A good start to a trilogy. This book is wrapped in mystery and will leave you with questions. Luckily book 3 is out in May 2018. *I received an ARC as part of the launch of book 3. My review is honest and fair. ***Mild spoiler alert Lucy's twin, Margot has her eggs stolen. ***
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
...a genre that is considered by some to be too crowded. Loveable, multilayered characters, thought provoking themes and plenty of action. Hollywood, take note! This would make a great movie trilogy!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is one of those books that I would really love to love... It has amazing potential but feels like a draft that I find myself editing as I read. Too bad we don't get the chance for this story to blossom with a re-write that fills in all the missing details.
onemused More than 1 year ago
“True Born” is one of my new favorites- a really fantastic YA fantasy. Lucinda (aka Lucy and Lu) and her twin sister Margot have always been a little different. They were connected at birth and separated, leaving scars on one that resemble a lock and on the other, a key. Lucy and Margot also have some abilities. The plague has wiped out a lot of the population and on your 18th birthday, you are told whether you are a Laster, a Splicer, or a True Born (if not already apparent). Lasters will die from the plague, while Splicers can be saved through expensive genetic treatments (if you can afford them). True Borns are seen as the lowest type of people with “throwback” genes- a reverse evolution. They are immune to the plague but carry animal characteristics that they can turn on and off (e.g. fur, fins, claws). Lucy and Margot live in Dominion, where their father is the most prestigious man and holds the highest position among the Upper Circle. As such, they are treated as display items for their parents and held to the highest standards- which isn’t always easy. They are about to turn 18 and will find out if they are Lasters or Splicers- but something keeps going wrong with the tests, and they must redo them several times. Their father would never associate with True Borns, which is why it shocks the girls when their father hires some as back-up protection for their usual Mercs (mercenaries hired by the rich to protect them). However, they quickly come in handy when Margot disappears and Lucy perceives her pain. Lucy must turn to the True Borns to help save her sister. At the same time, many questions arise about what they are and what that will mean for their future. The book moves really quickly- maybe too quickly at first, as it is hard to follow this alternate world; we pick up the pieces to how this world has evolved and the types of people living in it slowly throughout the book. There is a lot of mystery shrouding the sisters, even after the world and its people have been built for the reader. It will keep you guessing throughout- and as this is part of a series, the ending does not bring much closure (I can’t wait for the next one!). There is a pretty quick romance/insta-connection between Lucy and someone else (not the person I thought from the beginning of the book), but it really grew on me and I loved it by about halfway through. Lucy and Margot are well built characters, and even though we spend most of our time with and learn the most about Lucy, Margot is pretty fleshed out too- I am hoping to get to learn more about her in the next book. My only complaint is that the book feels way too short! I would love to have more- and I can’t wait to read the second book! This is a really fantastic series and I am definitely going to be among the first in line to see it continue. I also wish there had been more world-building, as there seems to be so much different about this world than ours, but I assume more will come as we continue the series/the sisters learn more. As a heads up (and this might be a spoiler), there is quite a lot of violence (there’s a war continuing between Lasters and Splicers/essentially between the classes), and some personal violation (eggs harvested without consent) that is good to know if this may bother a reader- it’s not easy to read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Such a page-turner that will keep you guessing till the very end. I can't wait for the next installment.
MzRia More than 1 year ago
The Answers Are In The Blood After reading the blurb I knew I was in for a treat. There were so many elements to this book I can’t just place it in one genre. There are dystopian, post apocalyptic, paranormal, and fantasy elements to this tale. A disease has nearly wiped the planet the 2% is at the top while the rest figure it out or die. When I say figure it out I mean starve or die from the plague. So yea, situation looks dire. There are divisions and plain ol’ hysteria Dominion is where the story plays out everyone’s existence is bleak. Even the wealthy upper circle people are on borrowed or should I say bought time. This book is constantly going, going somewhere, dropping morsels and revealing questions. Man oh man after that delicious appetizer I’m ready for a meal! I want and need answers. I will definitely keep my eyes peeled for the next installment. Coming out soon! Yay! The Story, as I mentioned before its not looking good for the people of Dominion or the world. People are dying everywhere there are bodies on the floor. There are protocols that everyone follows. True Born follows Lucy and Margot they are conjoined(by the toe) twin sisters there is something very special about them but no one knows exactly what. A long time ago pollution decimated and practically ruined the planet due to these harsh conditions people started sprouting fins or flat out dying. Lucy and Margot are part of the Upper Circle translation Grade A ARSEHoles with stupid amounts of money and power. They are about to turn 18 and thus put through several blood tests to see if they are either Splicers, Lasters, or True Born. Something is wrong and Lucy feels some impending catastrophe. There are riots and attacks and all the while Lucy is trying to save her sister, figure out what they are, and fighting the feelings that are blossoming between her and Jared. The Characters, I was thoroughly delighted by this cast of characters. Lucy and Margot are surrounded by so many wonderful characters I could not get enough. There were times in the story I felt like storms clan was similar to the x men. Though Margot and Lucy are twins they are very different. Both of them are categorized as good girls who do what they must to uphold the family image. Margot is a charming diplomat that can woe the crowd while Lucy is calculating and protective. Storm is a True Born with way more power than he lets on, he has been hired to protect Lucy and Margot just when you think you’ve figured him out bombs start dropping and so will your jaw. The bad guys are pretty obvious but their moves and motives are not. I loved each character even the bad ones…I just want to know more I need the whos whats and wheres. The End, remember those bombs I told you about? Yep…That happens but seriously Storm reveals some of his cards and Lucy and Margot? Well there is not much that can be done but they sure try. The ending was a little sad but the promise for more is there. I was happy to see certain people get their just desserts. I have my theories as to what secrets lie within Lucy and Margot but I will keep them to my self. I was pretty disappointed in Lucy’s parents though I do love them or should I say love to hate them I really need the why. There are several open ended story lines that I’m very excited about! 4.5 Holy SMOKES! This was a great read! I seriously can’t wait for the next. I have the fever and the only cure is more Lucy, Margot, Jared and Storm!
Lisa_Loves_Literature More than 1 year ago
When I finally picked this up, I was hooked, and when I finished, all I know is that I need a sequel now! The main character is Lucy Fox. She is a twin, at birth she was joined to her sister Margot's foot with one of her own feet. Margot is kind of the "perfect" daughter, although she is the one who has lately found something, a boy probably, who is keeping her sneaking out of the house, and also making her not be as open with Lucy as normal. The two of them have a connection, they can communicate when they're not even in the same room, they feel emotions and can send pictures or thoughts. Margot and Lucy are very close to their own "Reveal" Party. That is where they will find out if they are Splicers, or True Borns. But something strange is going on. They have to keep going back to do the tests over and over. It is about this time that their father has hired some new security people. They are True Born, people who are born with genetic "throw-backs" or traits that seem to go back to our ancestors in the evolutionary path. For instance the guy in charge of security, Storm, has antlers. Then there is Jared, the snarky, cocky guy that Lucy first runs into, literally, at the top of a staircase at her school. There is something about him, but she uses her "status" to look down on this guy that she doesn't know, even though he's very cute, just because of the way he comes across in their first meeting. Turns out that he also works for Storm, as part of the new security detail, and he is also a True Born. But there is something between them. Even though it is wrong for them. Lucy must be with whoever her parents decide. And Jared, he doesn't want to be interested in a girl like her, a privileged girl, that stands for all the things that have kept people like him, True Borns, down. About this same time, Lucy senses something is wrong with Margot one night when she's snuck out. Lucy gets Jared to go with her to find Margot. And they end up at the clinic where the testing goes on, only someone is not testing Margot, but drawing something out of her body, blood or something. They have to rescue her, and it doesn't happen without a fight. Jared shifts into his panther-like body to do this, and then there feels as if something has changed between them. But not only that, with their parents having gone out of town, Margot is now not herself. You can tell she feels traumatized. In order to keep the girls safe, they go to Storm's headquarters. While they are there they find out that maybe something else is going on. Maybe there is something in the girls' blood that could be very highly sought after by people wanting to save themselves against the plague. At the same time the Lasters, the people who cannot fight the plague, are beginning to rebel. The story has so many twists and turns it keeps you on the edge of your seat. All the different types of True Borns are neat to hear about, and to try to picture in my head. The heat between Jared and Lucy is really good, I enjoy the back and forth between them. I enjoy all of the stuff that builds into the world. My only problem was that I feel there are still so many questions left unanswered. And I wish there would have been one or two more of these answered. But I guess the author knew what they were doing, because I'll need to read the next book soon!
MorrisMorgan More than 1 year ago
I would liken “True Born” to the “Under the Never Sky” series. Not in plot, but in the guilty pleasure type of enjoyment it provides. The similarities include that there’s a world that doesn’t make much sense, though I suspect that will be cleared up in future books, and science that is barely explained and is best left unquestioned. In spite of the things mentioned above, it’s fun. It takes the ideas of plagues, shape-shifters, and religious zealots and mixes them into a good adventure filled with quite a bit of romance. The language can get a bit flowery at times, but that settles down by about a quarter of the way through. The characters are intriguing and mysterious, and there is definitely a lot of surprises left in store for readers as the series continues. I have my theories on what will happen and am anxious to see whether or not I’m right. I recommend “True Born” to anyone looking for a quick and easy read that doesn’t require too much thought. It’s the perfect book to read after something depressing and/or heavy. This review is based upon a complimentary copy provided by the publisher in exchange for an honest review.
UndertheBookCover More than 1 year ago
Expanded review posted at: From start to finish, True Born is a very exciting read. The setting, characters, and story line all come together to make this amazingly dark and creepy world that will have you hooked from the very first page. I highly recommend this title to anyone looking for a refreshing take on the dystopian/science fiction YA genre. This is really unlike any book I've read before and I am counting down the days until the release of True North!
BookMafiaBlog More than 1 year ago
Genre: Sci-Fi/Fantasy, Teens&YA Age: 16+ ( some violence and a complex plot) Recommendation: Absolutely. This story is unique and a great start to a series! Type: Series, this is book one of three. Summary: +unique +descriptive writing and great world building +vulnerable but not annoying heroine +swoon worthy male lead +new and exciting -confusing at first -slow in the first few chapters +cliffhanger but not one that makes you want to throw your book down and stomp on it when your finished. Favorite Quote(s): ( There are two that are completely awesome, when you read the book, which you should, you will realize why.) "You can't tell there was an attack. They do too good a job of vacuuming up the violence." & "Jared rubs his hands clean on the Laster's filthy shirt and stands up. I look away, not sure how to be gracious with this violent love poem." Thoughts: True Born is the first installment in a three part series by L.E. Sterling. The cover immediately caught my attention for two reasons, it is completely modern and a wonderful mix of blue, white and gray ( I am weird about color schemes) and two, I am wondering what the heck is up with the antlers. After finding out, I like the cover even more. When beginning this novel, I was a little unsure of how into the story I would be able to get. The plot and the ideas behind this story are so unique it took me a minute to really grasp everything that was happening. After about the third chapter I was sucked in and could hardly manage to adult through my day before running back and finishing it. I will say when it comes to being an action snob, I can't deny my need for instant gratification and desire to be immediately drawn into what I am reading. I didn't fall into love at first chapter with this book but I am glad I gave it a chance to show me it's true colors because it ended up shining in the end. With descriptive writing, a strong minded heroine, and an element of mystery that keeps on giving, this book makes for one interesting and addictive read. The world building is great, I could see what was going on in my head and was able to understand our heroine Lucy's perspective. One thing I would have liked to see was a little bit more information and science behind how the plague actually occurred. Sterling does a good job setting up the events ( but be aware they aren't explained completely right away, it is one of the elements revealed to the reader and the main characters together) but I am a huge fan of realistic science based reads. Being a huge romance addict at heart, I absolutely loved the added connection between Lucy and Jared. The fact that it is just an added element, not the sole focus of the story, makes their dynamic all the more interesting because it allows for development in future books which..dun dun dun...makes me want to pick them up and read them! This is cliffhanger positive but as the reader, you are given enough so you aren't miserable but are left intrigued to the point you are searching for the next release date. Disclaimer: I obtained a free copy of this book via NetGalley in exchange for a honest review. Thank you so much Entangled Publishing and L.E. Sterling.
ruthsic More than 1 year ago
True Born starts off as a post-apocalyptic fiction of a world ruled by gene editing - there are people who can pay to get the genetic cures for the disease stitched into their genomes, and people who can't. Class battles with the Splicers on one side and Lasters on another. Then there are True Borns, who have evolved genomes, with shifter characteristics, pushing this in the realm of fantasy. After the truth of True Borns was revealed, and with the prophecy and witches thrown in, it cast the book into the genre of mythology. So, you see the world building was pretty all over the place, and none of it entirely defined. When did the Plague happen? Why does the world feel as much like as our own, with not much to see in terms of advancements, beyond the splicing? There were a lot of questions and many were not answered by the end, which made for a frustrating ending. The story then suffered from shifting characters - Lucy is not stably written; one moment she is fiery in personality and another meek as a kitten. Then comes her off and on attraction to Jared - like girl, if he has saved you enough times and kissed you as many, it is for sure he is not just being your dedicated bodyguard. I thought Margot was going to play some active part, but she is mostly just the thing to act as a catalyst for the plot. The story was good, though, even with that shoddy world building. I was interested in how the politics and survival were as odds, and the way new players were brought into the board. What I still felt irritated about was chapter progression - which was choppy and spoke of badly constructed scenes. Overall, this starting book showed potential but this trilogy has yet to claim a place in my heart. Hopefully, the sequel will be better written.