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List Chapter Read free Storyline: "I live for the dream that my children will be born free," she says. That they will own the land their father gave them. Eo kisses my cheek. Like his fellow Reds, he works all day, believing that he and his people are making the surface of Mars livable for future generations. Yet he spends his life willingly, knowing that his blood and sweat will one day result in a better world for his children. But Darrow and his kind have been betrayed. Soon he discovers that humanity already reached the surface generations ago.

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I would highly recommend, as I adore this story quite a bit. The books are amazing, and I've hardly seen them do the same thing twice. One of the few series that I nearly cried when I finished. By laina pxwers This is one of the best book series I have read. And I have only been alive for a short time considering but Jesus Christ just read this. Julian, he declares properly, and takes my forearm.

We have no data to offer each other through our datapads; they took them when we boarded the shuttle. So instead I offer him the seat across from me. Darrow, a very interesting name. Have you ever been to Agea? I ask Julian. Course, he says, smiling. He always smiles. What, you mean you havent? Its strange. I thought I knew so many Golds, but hardly any of them managed to get past the entrance exams. Its a brave new world of faces, I fear.

Anyway, I envy you the fact you havent been to Agea. Its a strange place. Beautiful, no doubt, but life there is fast, and cheap, so they say. But not for us. He chuckles. I suppose not. Not unless you play at politics. I dont much like playing.

I notice his reaction, so I laugh my seriousness off with a wink. Not unless theres a wager, man. You hear? I hear! Whats your game? Oh, bloodchess is all right. But fauxWar takes the prize, I say with a Golden grin. I dont know if well get along, I say, wincing.

I jab myself with a thumb. I dont know if well ever get along! And though I smile, he doesnt know how cold I am inside; the conversation, the jibes, the smiles, are all a pattern of sociality. Matteos done me well, but to Julians credit, he doesnt seem a monster. He should be a monster. My brother must already have arrived at the Institute. He was already in Agea at our familys estate, causing trouble no doubt!

Julian shakes his head proudly. Best man I know. Hell be the Primus, just you watch. Our fathers pride and joy, and thats saying something with how many family members I have! Not a icker of jealousy in his voice, just love. I ask. Oh, Institute talk; it means leader of his House.

The Houses. I know these. There are twelve loosely based on underlying personality traits. Each is named for one of the gods of the Roman pantheon. The SchoolHouses are networking tools and social clubs outside of school.

Do well, and theyll nd you a powerful family to serve. The families are the true powers in the Society. They have their own armies and eets and contribute to the Sovereigns forces. Loyalty begins with them. There is little love for the denizens of ones own planet. If anything, they are the competition. You sobs done beating each other off yet?

Hes so drab he is khaki instead of Gold. His lips are thin and his face like a cruel hawk just as it spies a mouse. A Bronzie.

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Are we bothering you? My sarcasm has a polite nip. Does two dogs humping bother me? Likely, yes. If they are noisy. Julian stands. Apologize, cur. Go slag yourself, the small kid says. In half a second, Julian has drawn a white glove from nowhere.

That to wipe my ass, you golden pricklick? You little heathen! Julian says in shock. Who raised you? Wolves, after your mothers cootch spat me out. You beast! Julian throws the glove at the small kid. Im watching, thinking this is the height of comedy. The kid seems pulled straight from the Lykos crop, Beta maybe. Hes like an ugly, tiny, irritable Loran. Julian doesnt know what to do, so he makes a challenge.

A challenge, goodman. A duel? Youre that offended? The ugly kid snorts at the princeling. Ill stitch your family pride together after the Passage, pricklick. He blows his nose into the glove. Why not now, coward? Julian calls. His slender chest is puffed out just as his father must have taught him. No one insults his family.

Are you stupid? Do you see razors about? Go away. Well duel after the Passage. Julian nally asks what Im thinking. The scrawny kid grins wickedly. Even his teeth are khaki.

Its the last test, idiot. And the best secret this side of the rings around Octavia au Lunes cootch. Then how do you know about it? Inside track, the kid says. And I dont know about it. I know of it, you giant pisshead. His name is Sevro, and I like his angle. But the talk of a Passage worries me. There is so little I know, I realize, as I listen in as Julian strikes up a conversation with the last member of our shuttle. They talk about their test scores. There is a severe disparity between their low scores and mine.

I notice Sevro snort as they say theirs aloud. How did applicants with such low scores get in? Ive got an ill feeling in my gut.

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And what did Sevro score? We come to the Valles Marineris in darkness. It is a great scar of light across Marss black surface, going as far as eyes can see. Nightclubs icker on rooftops, dance oors made of condensed air.

Scantily-dressed girls and foolish boys rise and fall as gravMixers play with physics. NoiseBubbles separate city blocks. We cut through them and hear worlds of different sounds. The Institute is beyond Ageas night districts and is built into the side of the eight-kilometer-high walls of the Valles Marineris. The walls rise like tidal waves of green stone cradling civilization with ora.

The Institute itself is made of white stonea place of columns and sculpture, Roman to its core. I have not been here before. But I have seen the columns. Seen the destination of our voyage. Bitterness wells in me like bile rising from stomach to throat as I think of his face. Think of his words. His eyes as they scanned the crowd. I watched on the HC as the ArchGovernor gave his speech time and again to the classes before my own.

Soon Ill hear it from his lips myself. Soon Ill suffer the rage. Feel the re lick over my heart as I see him in person once again. We land on a drop pad and are shepherded into an open-air marble square looking over the vast valley. The night air is crisp. Agea sprawls behind and the gates of the Institute stretch before us.

I stand with over a thousand Goldbrows, all glancing about with the cocksureness of their race. Many clump together, friends from beyond the white walls of the school. I did not think their classes so large. A tall Golden man anked by Obsidians and a coterie of Gold advisors rises on a pair of gravBoots before the gate.

My heart goes cold as I recognize his face and hear his voice and see the glimmer in his ingot eyes. It is preternaturally loud. I assume you understand the gravity of your presence here. Of the thousand cities of Mars. Of all the Great Families, you are the chosen few. You are the peak of the human pyramid. Today, you will begin your campaign to join the best caste of our race.

It seems only a day ago that I knew I was a pioneer of Mars. Only a day ago that I suffered so that humanity, desperate to leave a dying Earth, could spread to the red planet. Oh, how well my rulers lied. Behind Augustus, in the stars, theres movement, but it is not the stars that move. Nor is it asteroids or comets. It is the Sixth and Fifth Fleets. The Armada of Mars. My breath catches in my chest. Most of the ships are owned by families who owe allegiance to either Augustus or Bellona.

Augustus shows us why we, they, rule. My esh tingles. I am so small. A billion tons of durosteel and nanometal move through the heavens, and I have never been beyond Marss atmosphere. They are like specks of silver in an ocean of ink. And I am so much less. But those specks could ravage Mars. They could destroy a moon. Those specks rule the ink. An Imperator commands each eet; a Praetor commands squadrons within that eet. What I could do with that power Augustus is haughty as he gives his speech.

I swallow the bile in my throat. Because of the impossible distance of my enemies, my anger was once a cold, quiet sort. Now it burns in me. Society has three stages: Savagery, Ascendance, Decadence. The great rise because of Savagery.

They rule in Ascendance. They fall because of their own Decadence. He tells us how the Persians were felled, how the Romans collapsed because their rulers forgot how their parents gained them an empire. He prattles about Muslim dynasties and European effeminacy and Chinese regionalism and American self-loathing and selfneutering.

All the ancient names. Augustus weaves lies of his own with that golden tongue of his. He tells of the Goldens suffering. The Masses sat on the wagon and expected the great to pull, he reminds.

They sat whipping the great until we could no longer take it. I remember a different whipping. Men are not created equal; we all know this. There are averages. There are outliers. There are the ugly. There are the beautiful. This would not be if we were all equal. A Red can no more command a starship than a Green can serve as a doctor! Theres more laughter across the square as he tells us to look at pathetic Athens, the birthplace of the cancer they call Demokracy.

Look how it fell to Sparta. The Noble Lie made Athens weak. It made their citizens turn on their best general, Alcibiades, because of jealousy. Even the nations of Earth grew jealous of one another. The United States of America exacted this idea of equality through force. And when the nations united, the Americans were surprised to nd that they were disliked! The Masses are jealous!

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How wonderful a dream it would be if all men were created equal! But we are not. It is against the Noble Lie that we ght. But as I said before, as I say to you now, there is another evil against which we war. It is a more pernicious evil.

It is a subversive, slow evil. It is not a wildre. It is a cancer. And that cancer is Decadence. Our Society has passed from Savagery to Ascendance. But like our spiritual ancestors, the Romans, we too can fall into Decadence.

He speaks of the Pixies. You are the best of humanity. But you have been coddled. You have been treated like children. Were you born to a different Color, you would have calluses. You would have scars. You would know pain. He smiles as if he knows pain. I hate this man. You think you know pain. You think Her the end of history. But many have thought that before. Many ruling classes have believed theirs to be the last, the pinnacle.

They grew soft. They forgot that calluses, wounds, scars, hardship, preserve all those ne pleasure clubs you young boys love to frequent and all those ne silks and diamonds and unicorns you girls ask for on birthdays. Many Aureates have not sacriced. That is why they do not wear this. He shows a long scar on his right cheek.

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Octavia au Lune has the same scar. The Scar of a Peer. We are not the masters of the Solar System because we are born. We are the masters because we, the Peerless Scarred, the iron Golds, made it that way. He touches the scar on his cheek.

Id give him another if I were closer. The children around me suck down this mans garbage like oxygen. Right now, the Colors who mine this planet are harder than you. They are born with calluses. Born with scars and hatred.

They are tough as nanosteel. Fortunately, they are also very stupid. For instance, this Persephone you have no doubt heard of is nothing more than a dim girl who thought singing a song was worth a hanging. I bite a bloody hole in my cheek.

My skin shivers from rage as I nd out that my wife is part of this bastards speech. The girl did not even know the video would be leaked. Yet it is her willingness to suffer hardship that gave her power. Martyrs, you see, are like bees.

Their only power comes in death. How many of you would sacrice yourself to not kill, but merely hurt your enemy? Not one of you, I wager. I taste blood in my mouth.

I have the knifeRing Dancer gave me. But I breathe the fury down. I am no martyr. I am not vengeance. I am Eos dream. Still, doing nothing while her murderer gloats feels like a betrayal. In time you will receive your Scars from my sword, Augustus closes.

But rst you must earn them. Would you prefer to mark yourself as requesting House Apollo preferentiality?

Goldbrows rst loyalty is to Color, then family, then planet, then House. Most Houses are dominated by one or two powerful families. No, I reply. He shuffles over his datapad. Very well. How do you believe you performed on the slangSmarts test? That is the extrapolational test, he claries. I think my results speak for themselves. You were not paying attention, Darrow.

I shall mark that against you. Im asking for you to speak for your results. I think I took a gory piss on your test, sir. He smiles. Well, you did. You did. House Minerva for brains might be right for you. Perhaps Pluto, for the deviousness. Apollo for the pride.

Well, I have a test for you. Interviews will commence when you have nished. The test is quick and it is in the form of an immersion game. There is a goblet on a hill that I need to acquire. Many obstacles stand in my way. I pass them as rationally as possible, trying to hide my anger when a little elf steals a key I acquire. But every step of the way, theres some damn setback, some inconvenience.

And it is always unforeseen. It is always something beyond the bounds of extrapolation. In the end, I reach the goblet, but only after killing an annoying wizard and cruelly enslaving the race of elves by means of said wizards magic wand.

I could have left the elves be. But they annoyed me. Soon, the interviewers come in intervals. I learn they are called Proctors. Each one of them is a Peerless Scarred. They are chosen by the ArchGovernor to teach and represent the students of the House within the Institute. All said, the Proctors are impressive. Theres a huge Scarred man with hair like a lion and a lightning bolt on his collar for Jupiter, a matronly woman with gentle golden eyes, and a quick-witted man with winged feet on his collar.

He cant sit still and his baby face seems immensely fascinated by my hands. He makes me play a game with him in which he puts out both hands at and facing up and I put mine atop facing down. He tries slapping my hands, but never quite manages.

He leaves after clapping his hands together in joy. Another strange encounter comes when a beautiful man with coiled hair interviews me.

A bow marks his collar. He asks me how attractive I believe myself to be and is displeased when I undershoot his estimate. Still, I think he likes me, because he asks me what I would like to be one day. An Imperator of a eet, I say. You could do great things with a eet. But a lofty notion, he sighs, accenting every word with a feline purr. Perhaps too lofty for your family. Maybe if you had a benefactor of better familial origin. Yes, maybe then. He looks at his datapad.

But unlikely due to your birth. Best of luck. His unfortunate face is pinched like a hatchet, but he has the Scar and a razor hilt hangs on his hip. His name is Fitchner. A wad of gum lls his mouth. The uniform he wears is black with gold, and it nearly conceals the slight belly paunch that sticks outward despite the faint smell of metabolizers.

Like many of the others, he wears badges about his personage. A golden wolf with two heads decorates his collar. And a strange hand marks his cuff. They give me the mad dogs, he says.

They give me the killers of our race, the ones full of piss and napalm and vinegar. He sniffs the air. You smell full of shit. I say nothing. He leans against the door and frowns at it as though it offended him in some way. Then back to me, sniffing improperly.

Problem is, we of House Mars always burn out. Kids rule the Institute at rst. Then they nd out that napalm lasts about He snaps his ngers. I have no reply. He sighs and plops down in a chair.

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After a while of watching me, he stands and punches me in the face. If you punch me back, you will be sent home, Pixie. I kick him in the shin. He limps away, laughing like a drunk Uncle Narol. Im not sent home. Instead, I nd myself escorted with one hundred others into a large room with oatChairs and a large wall dominated by ivory gridwork. The gridwork forms a checkerboard square on the wall, ten rows high, ten rows across. Im taken on a lift to the middle row, some fty feet off the ground.

Ninety-nine other students are ushered in till each box is lled. This is the prime crop, the best of the students. I look out from my box, peering up above me. A girls feet dangle out of the box above my head. Numbers and letters appear in front of my box. My statistics. Supposedly I am very rash and have upper-outlier characteristics in intuition and loyalty and, most noticeably, rage.

There are twelve groups in the audience. Each group sits close together in oatChairs around vertical golden standards. I see an archer, a lightning bolt, an owl, a wolf with two heads, an upsidedown crown, and a trident, amongst others.

They alone do not have their faces covered. The others wear ceremonial masks, featureless and golden and slightly like the animals of their Houses. If only I had known this was going to happen, I might have brought a nuke. These are the Drafters, the men and women of highest prestige. Praetors and Imperators and Tribunes and Adjudicators and Governors sit there watching me, trying to choose the new students for their House, trying to nd young men and women they can test and offer apprenticeships.

With one bomb, I could have destroyed the best and the brightest of their Golden rule. Maybe thats the rashness speaking. The Draft begins when a titan of a genAlt boy is chosen rst to the House of the lightning bolt. House Jupiter. Then go more girls and boys of unnatural beauty and physical prowess. I can only guess they are geniuses as well. The fth pick comes. The baby-faced interviewer with the winged feet oats up to me on golden boots.

Several of the Drafters of House Mercury oat along with him. They speak quietly amongst themselves before asking me questions. Who are your parents? What are their familys accomplishments? I tell them about my modest false family. One of them seems to think highly of a relative of mine who has long since passed away. But despite the Proctors objections, they pass me over for another student from a family with the ownership of ninety mines and a stake on one of Marss southern continents.

The Mercury Proctor curses and shoots me a quick smile. Hope youre available next round, he says. Next goes a delicate girl with a mocking smile.

I can barely pay attention, and, at times, it is difficult to see who else is being selected. Were arrayed in an odd way. With the tenth pick, the Proctor who struck me in the interviews oats my way.

There is disagreement amongst the Drafters. I have two ardent advocates: one is as tall as Augustus, but her hair ows down to her spine in three golden braids. And the second is broader, not very tall. Hes old. Can tell by the scars and wrinkles on his thick hands. Hands that bear the signet ring of an Olympic Knight. Lorn au Arcos.

The Rage Knight, the third-greatest man on Mars, who chose to serve the Society by safeguarding the Societys Compact, instead of reaching for crowns in politics. When he points to me, Fitchner grins. I am chosen tenth. Tenth out of one thousand. It is overgrandwhite marble oors, columns, a holosky displaying birds in ight at sunset. The Institute is not what I expected.

According to Augustus, the classes are to be hard on these little godlings. I snort down a laugh. Let the lot of them spend a year in a mine. There are twelve tables, each with one hundred place settings. Our names oat above the chairs in golden letters. Mine oats to the right of a tables head.

It is a place of distinction. The rstDraft. A single bar oats to the right of my name. A -1 is to the left. The rst to get ve bars becomes Primus of his House. Each bar is bounty for an act of merit. Apparently my high score on the test was the rst bit of merit.

Wonderful, a cutter in the lead for Primus, a familiar voice says. The girl from the exam. I read her name. Antonia au Severus.

She has cruel good lookshigh cheekbones, a smirking smile, scorn in her eyes. Her hair is long, full, and golden as Midass touch. She was born to be hated and to hate. A -5 oats beside her name. It is the second-closest score to mine at the table. A -6 shimmers by his broad smile. He runs a hand back through his curls.

Another boy sits directly across from me; -1 and a golden bar oat by his name. While Cassius lounges, this other boy, Priam, sits as straight as a blade. His face is celestial. His eyes alert. His hair coiffed. Hes tall as me, but broad in the shoulders. I dont think Ive ever seen a more perfect human being. A bloodydamn statue. He wasnt in the Draft, I discover. He is what they call a Premier; they cannot be drafted.

His parents choose his House. Then I discover why. His scandalous mother, a bannerwoman of the House Bellona, owns our planets two moons.

Fate brings us together again, Cassius chuckles to me. And Antonia. My love! It seems our fathers conspired to place us side by side. Antonia replies with a sneer, Remind me to beam him a thankyou. No need for nastiness. He wags a nger. Now toss me a smile like a good doll. She ips him the crux with her ngers. Rather toss you out a window, Cassi. Cassius blows her a kiss. She ignores it. So, Priam, I suppose you and I will have to play gently with these fools, eh?

Oh, they look like swell sorts to me, Priam replies primly. I fancy well do very well as a group. They talk in highLingo. If the dregs of the Draft dont weigh us down, my good man! He gestures to the end of the table and starts naming them: Screwface, for obvious reasons.

Clown because of that ridiculous puffy hair. Weed because, well, hes thin. You, youre Thistle because your nose looks hooked as one. I think they will rather surprise you, Priam says in defense of the far end of the table.

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They may not be as tall or as athletic or even as intelligent as you or me, if intelligence really can be measured by that test, but I do not think it charity to say that they will be the spine of our group.

Salt of the earth, if you will. Good sorts. The salt of the earth is not making friends. And neither am I. Cassius glances at my I see him concede that Priam might have scored better than he, but Cassius makes a point in saying hes never heard of my parents.

So, dear Darrow, how did you cheat? Antonia glances over from her conversation with Arria, a small girl made of curling hair and dimples. Oh, come now, man. I laugh. They sent Quality Control after me. How could I have cheated? Did you cheat? Your score is high. I speak the midLingo. Its more comfortable than that highLingo fartdust Priam jabbers on in. Just didnt try enough, apparently, Cassius replies.

If I had my wits, Id have spent less time with the girls and more on studying, like you. Hes trying to tell me if he tried he could have done just as well. But hes too busy to put in as much effort. If I wanted him as a friend, Id let him get away with it. You studied? I feel a sudden urge to embarrass him. I didnt study at all. A chill goes through the air.