SYNOPSIS:
"You don't need ALL the power in the world. You only need ENOUGH."
In the second installment of the OUTLIER series, rebels armed with unique and fantastic abilities called Legacies continue to shake the Last City of Atlas from below, rising against the majestic, high-tech Lifted City and its cruel Banshee King, who can annihilate an army with just one scream. Friendships are made and broken as loyalties change. Love is ignited ... and savagely avenged. Can peace ever hope to be found? Will lost loved ones reunite? Unlikely alliances form and incredible new powers are discovered in the wake of the coming war between slum and sky. Weapons find your hand ... It is time to discover your Legacy.
*THIS IS BOOK #2 IN THE OUTLIER SERIES*
*It is recommended to read this series in order*
*Some portions of the book end in cliffhangers*
"You don't need ALL the power in the world. You only need ENOUGH."
In the second installment of the OUTLIER series, rebels armed with unique and fantastic abilities called Legacies continue to shake the Last City of Atlas from below, rising against the majestic, high-tech Lifted City and its cruel Banshee King, who can annihilate an army with just one scream. Friendships are made and broken as loyalties change. Love is ignited ... and savagely avenged. Can peace ever hope to be found? Will lost loved ones reunite? Unlikely alliances form and incredible new powers are discovered in the wake of the coming war between slum and sky. Weapons find your hand ... It is time to discover your Legacy.
*THIS IS BOOK #2 IN THE OUTLIER SERIES*
*It is recommended to read this series in order*
*Some portions of the book end in cliffhangers*
Excerpt
When the fists bang at her front door, she knows she’s too late.
“Mommy?” cries the boy.
“Hush, sweetheart, I can’t think.” Lenida’s nervous hands hover over a half-stuffed woolen bag of clothes and food rations on the dining table where once a happy family ate. She’s staring at a pair of blades resting atop the clothes, a gift her father gave her decades ago on her thirteenth birthday. They were meant to protect her, but the first time she ever used them, she cut her finger deep. The scar still lives. Nothing can protect us now, father.
The unrelenting bangs of fist against wood echo through the corridor, ringing like mighty batwings at her ears.
She abandons the bag and kneels next to her frightened son. “Kendil, you recall the people who came and took me away from you for a few days, yes?” The lanky, black-eyed, pale-as-porcelain boy nods his head of tar-black hair. “They caught the wrong person. It’s not me who’s the Outlier they want. It’s you, sweetheart. You’re the special one. They meant to claim your powerful Legacy, not mine.”
“Outlier?” His eyes quiver uncertainly, as if that word is the strangest thing he’s ever heard. You’ll hear far stranger than that, my boy, considering the thing I’m about to ask of you.
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