Half Wild

ഡ Free Read Format Kindle [ ⋅ Half Wild ] ඇ Author Sally Green න ഡ Free Read Format Kindle [ ⋅ Half Wild ] ඇ Author Sally Green න A New Daya crossbill callsanother bird replies, not a crossbillthe first bird takes over againand againthe crossbillshit, its morningive been asleepits morning, very earlyshit, shit, shitneed to wake up need to wake upcant believe ive been aslc h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c hSHIT the noise is here HERE c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h that level of noise means, oh shit, someone with a mobile is close very close i cant believe ive been asleep with hunters on my tail and her the fast one she was close last night.c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c hTHINK THINK c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c hits a mobile phone, for sure its a mobile phone the noise is in my head, not in my ears, its to the upper right side, inside, constant, like an electrical interference, pure hiss, mobile hiss, loud, three or four meters away loud.c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h ok, right, lots of people have mobiles if its a hunter, that hunter, and she could see me, id be dead by now.im not dead.she cant see me.c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h the noise isnt getting louder shes not moving closer but shes not moving away either.am i hidden by something im lying on my side, face pressed into the ground totally still cant see anything but earth got to move a little.but not yet think first.stay calm and work it out.c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h theres no breeze, no sun, just a faint light its early the sun must be behind the mountain still the ground is cool but dry, no dew theres the smell of earth and pine and theres another smell.what is that smell and theres a taste.a bad taste.it tastes like oh nodont think about itdont think about itdont think about itdont think about itthink about something elseThink about where you are.c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c hYoure lying on the ground, in the early morning, and the air is cool Youre cold Youre cold because youre naked Youre naked and the top half of you is wet Your chest, your arms your face are wet.And you move the fingers of your left hand, the tiniest of movements, and theyre sticky Sticking together Like theyre coated with drying, sugary juice But its not juicedont think about it dont think about it dont think about it dont think about itDONT THINK ABOUT IT THINK ABOUT SOMETHING ELSE c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c hTHINK ABOUT STAYING ALIVE Youve got to move The Hunters are on your tail That fast one was close She was very close last night What happened last night what happened NO FORGET THAT.c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c hTHINK ABOUT STAYING ALIVE.WORK OUT WHAT TO DO.You can look, move your head a fraction to see The ground by your face is covered with pine needles Brown pine needles But the brown isnt from the pine Its the color of dried blood Your left arm is extended Its streaked in it Crusted with dried brown But your hand isnt streaked in it, its thick with it.Red.c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c hYou can find a stream and wash Wash it all off.c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c hYou need to go For your own safety you have to get out of here You need to get moving Get away.c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c hThe mobile phone is close, not changing It wont be coming closer.But you have to look You have to check.Turn your head to the other side.You can do it.It looks a bit like a log Please be a log please be a log please be a log pleaseIts not a log Its black and red Black boots Black trousers One bent leg, one straight Black jacket Her face is turned away.She has short light brown hair.Its sopping with blood.Shes lying as still as a log.Still wet.Still oozing.Not fast any.The mobile phone is hers.c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c h c hAnd as you raise your head you see the wound that is her throat, and it is jagged and bloody and deep andredWaitingIm back in Switzerland, high in a remote valleynot the one where Mercurys cottage is but close to there, half a days hike away.Ive been here a few weeks now and Ive gone back to Mercurys valley a couple of times The first time I retraced my steps, looking for the stream where I lost the Fairborn, the magic knife I stole from the Hunters That Rose stole I found the stream easily enough, and it wasnt too hard to spot blood and some yellow stains on the ground No Fairborn, though I trailed up and down the stream, and all around that stained central spot peering into bushes, looking under stones It was getting ridiculousI mean, looking under stones I had to stop myself after two days searching Id started questioning if Id ever really had the Fairborn at all if an animal could have run off with it if it had magically disappeared It was getting to me Ive not been back to look for it since.Im waiting here now, in this other valley, at the cave That was what we agreed, me and Gabriel, so thats what Im doing waiting for Gabriel He brought me here one day and hid his tin of letters in the cavetheyre the love letters between his parents, his one possession The tin is in my rucksack now And Im here And I tell myself that at least we have a plan Which is a good thing.Its not much of a plan, though If things go wrong wait at the cave.And things have gone wrongbig time.I didnt think wed ever need the plan I never thought things would go this wrong without me actually being dead But Im alive Im seventeen, a fully fledged, received three gifts witch But Im not sure who else is alive Rose Rose is dead Im certain of that shot by Hunters Annalise is in a death like sleep, a prisoner of Mercury, and I know that she shouldnt be left in that state for long or the death like will become just plain death And Gabriel is missing, still, weeks after we stole the Fairbornfour weeks and four days If he was alive hed be here and if the Hunters have caught Gabriel theyll torture him andBut thats one of the things I dont allow myself to think about Thats one of my rules while I wait dont think about negative stuff stick to the positive The trouble is all there is for me to do is sit here, wait, and think So every day I make myself go through all my positive thoughts and I tell myself each time that when Ive been through them Gabriel will return And I have to tell myself thats still possible He could still make it I just have to keep positive.OK, so positive thoughts, one timeFirst off, noticing stuff around me Theres positive stuff everywhere and I notice the same positive stuff every positive bloody day.The trees Trees are positive things Most are tall and fairly straight and thick, but a few are fallen and moss covered Most trees here have needles, not leaves, and the greens range from almost black to lime, depending on sunlight and age of needle I know the trees here so well that I can close my eyes and see each one but I try not to close my eyes too muchits easier to stay positive with your eyes open.From trees, I move to the sky, which is positive too, usually bright blue during the day and light black at night I like the sky that color Sometimes there are clouds and from what I can see of them they are big and white, not often gray, not bringing rain They mainly move to the east Theres no wind here it never gets down to the forest floor.Whats next Oh yes, birds Birds are positive and greedy and noisyalways chattering or eating Some eat seeds and some eat insects There are crows flying high above the forest but they dont come in, not down to my level anyway Theyre black Sharp black Like theyve been cut out with scissors from a piece of black paper I look out for an eagle but Ive never seen one here, and I wonder about my father and if he really did disguise himself as one and follow me and that seems so long agoStop Thinking about my father does not belong here I have to be careful when Im thinking about him I have to be strict with myself Its too easy to go negative otherwise.So back to the things around me Where am I up to Ive done trees, sky, clouds, birds Oh yes, we have silences plenty of them Huge silences The silences at night could fill the Pacific Ocean Silences, I love Theres no buzzing here, no electrical interference Nothing My head is clear I think I should be able to hear the river at the bottom of the valley but I cant the trees blot out the sound.So thats silences covered and then there are movements Things that have moved so far small deer, Ive seen a few of them theyre quiet and brown and sort of delicate and a bit nervous Rabbits too, which are gray brown, silent And there are voles, gray brown, and marmots, which are gray and quiet Then there are spiders, black and silent flies, black, silent until theyre close, then incredibly, hilariously noisy one lost butterfly, cornflower blue, silent falling pinecones, brown, not silent but making a gentle word as they land on the forest floor thu falling pine needles, brown, as noisy as snow.So thats positive butterflies and trees and stuff.I notice me too Im in my old boots Heavy soles, flexible cos theyre so worn The brown leather is scuffed and water gets in the right one through the ripped seam My jeans are baggy, comfy, worn to threads, ripped at the left knee, frayed at the hems, blue once, gray now, stained by soil, some green streaks from climbing trees Belt thick black leather, brass buckle Its a good belt T shirt white once, gray now, a hole at the right side, little holes on the sleeve like some fleas have nibbled at it I dont have fleas, I dont think Im not itchy Im a bit dirty But I wash some days, always if I wake up with blood on me My clothes dont have blood on them, which is something I always wake up naked if IveGet back to thinking about clothes Where was I up to T shirt And over my T shirt is my shirt, which is warm and thick, woolthe plaid pattern still visible in green, black, and brown There are three black buttons left on it Hole on right side Rip in left sleeve I dont have pants or socks I had socks once dont know what happened to them And I had gloves My scarf is in my rucksack, I think I havent looked in there for ages I should do that Thats something to do I think my gloves are in there, maybe.So now what More about me.My hands are a mess A real mess Theyre tanned, lined, rough the scars on my right wrist are hideous, like melted skin my nails are black and bitten to nothing, and there are the tattoos as well Three tattoos on my right little finger and the large tattoo on the back of my left hand B 0.5 A Half Code tattoo Just so everyone knows what I am half Black Witch And in case they miss these tattoos theres the one on my ankle and the one on my neck my personal favorite.But these are than tattoos, than brands theyre some form of magic too If the Hunters get me, if Mr Wallend gets me, theyll cut off my finger and put it in a witchs bottle and then Ill be in their power They could use it to torture me or to kill me at any time by burning the bottle Thats what I think theyd do The tattoos are their way of having control over me Theyd use it to try to force me to kill my father.Except I wont ever kill my father I couldnt, even if I wanted to, because my father is still the most powerful Black Witch Ive ever heard of and Im nothing compared to him I mean, I can fight OK and I can run OK but thats not ever going to be enough against Marcus.Shit Im thinking about him again.I should go back to thinking about my body.Sometimes my body does strange things It changes I need to think about that I need to try to work out how it changes, why it changes, and what the fuck it changes into.I dont ever remember it but I know it happens because I wake up naked and a little less hungry Though sometimes Im sick, vomiting up the nights meal, then retching again and again I dont know if its cos my body cant take what Ive eaten I eat small animals mainly, though I dont remember catching them But I know its happening cos therere little bones in my vomit and rags of furry skin and blood There was a tail once A rats tail, I think I know I change into some kind of animal Its the only explanation I have the same Gift as my father But I dont remember any of it not transforming, not being an animal, not transforming back Nothing until I wake up after it all I always sleep so I guess I must be exhausted by it.I got a small deer last night Woke up next to its half eaten body Havent puked that up I think my stomachs getting used to it Ive been hungry, dead hungry, but now Im not So I guess that goes to show you can get used to anything, even raw meat Still, I could murder a proper meal A burger, chips, stew, mash, roast beef, and Yorkshire pudding Human stuff A pie Custard Careful Best not to think about what I cant have thats the route downhill Must be careful with my thoughts Mustnt drift into the negative And Ive been good at staying positive today, so I can reward myself by thinking about other people, even my father, but I have to be extra careful with thoughts about him.I met him I met Marcus He didnt kill me, which I never really thought he would, but given his reputation it could have gone either way.I went through most of my childhood believing Marcus didnt care for me but it turns out he was thinking of me all the time, just as I was thinking of him And he always planned to help me He searched me out Then he stopped time for me, which Im guessing isnt a simple thing to do, even for him He performed my Giving ceremony let me drink his blood and gave me three gifts And the gold ring he gave me, his ring, is on my finger, and I rotate it and hold it to my lips and feel its heaviness and taste the metal The bullet my father took out of me, the magical Hunter bullet, is in my pocket I sometimes feel that too, though Im not sure I even like having it as its a Hunter thing And the third gift he gave me, my life, is still with me I dont know if that really counts as Ive never heard of any gift not being a physical thing before but hes Marcus and I guess he knows what hes doing.Im alive because of my father I have my Gift because of my father, and that Gift is the same as his Most witches struggle to find their Gift, maybe taking a year or to work out what it is, but I didnt even have to look for mine It found me And I dont know if thats a good thing Best to think of something elseMy family is a positive thing to think about I dont often go negative when Im doing family I still miss Arran but nowhere near as bad as when I was Celias prisoner Those first weeks in my cage I missed my brother so much But that was years ago two years ago, I think The Council took me just before my fifteenth birthday, just before Arrans Giving Yes, its over two years since then but I know hes OK and Deborah too Ellen, my Half Blood friend, contacted Arran, showed him a picture of me, and I saw a video of him, heard his message to me But I know that theyre better off without me I can never see them again but its OK because they know that Im alive, Ive escaped, and Im free Being positive is what I do and that is a positive thing because the longer Im away from them the better it is for the people I care about.Sometimes I sit in the cave entrance, maybe lie down and sleep there for a bit, but Im not sleeping too well and generally I feel comfortable waiting up here in my tree where I have a good view The mountainside is steep here no ones going to come strolling by on a whim But you never know And Hunters are good at hunting I try not to think about Hunters too much, although pretending they dont exist isnt sensible So, anyway, I sit up in my tree and when its dark, like now, I allow myself to remember the old days, before I was taken by the Council, before Celia, before they kept me in my cage.My favorite memory is of me and Arran playing in the wood near Grans house I was hiding in a tree and when Arran finally spotted me he climbed up to join me, but I went further and further out on a thin limb He begged me to stop so I moved back to sit with him, much like I am now, me leaning back on him, our legs astride the branch And Id give so much to sit with him like that again, to feel the warmth of his body supporting mine To tell that hes smiling from the movement of his chest, to feel his breath, his arm round me.But its best not to think too much like that Best not to think about what I cant have.I remember Gran too, with her bees, her boots and chickens, and the muddy kitchen floor The last time I saw Gran was when they took me away I was in the Council building and was told that Celia was going to be my guardian and teacher That was the first time I saw Celia, the first time I heard her sound, her Gift that could stun me It seems like a lifetime ago Celia felled me with her noise and they carried me away and I had one last sight of Gran looking old and frightened, standing alone in the middle of the room where I had my Assessments Now I look back, I think Gran knew shed never see me again Celia told me she died, and I know they drove Gran to kill herself like they did my mother.I know now Whats that Footsteps At night My adrenaline kicks in. Control yourself Listen Light footsteps Light enough to be a Hunter.I turn my head slowly See nothing The cloud cover is heavy and no moonlight gets through to me here in the forest.More footsteps More adrenaline. Shit Thats than adrenalinethats the animal in me.Then I see her A small deer Nervous.And the animal adrenaline is ready to burst out, the animal in me wanting to take over. Calm Calm Breathe slowly Count the breaths.One in slow and out slow.Two in slowand holdand out slow.Three in slowand I can feel it in my blood, setting it on fireand out slow.Four in slow and its the animal in me, whatever it is that makes me change.The deer moves away and is quickly lost in the gloom But here I am, human, and the deer is not dead I can control my Gift Stop it anyway And if I can stop it maybe I can allow it too.Im grinning For the first time in weeks, I feel genuinely positive about something.Ive done well today, stuck to the lists, havent strayed too far onto the negative I can reward myself with some good thoughts, things I reserve for special occasions My favorite ones are of Annalise And this is what I rememberMe and AnnaliseThe two of us are sitting on the sandstone escarpment, our feet dangling over the edge Annalise is fifteen Im still only fourteen My leg is close to hers but not quite touching Its late autumn Weve met here once a week for the last two months Since weve been meeting weve only touched once, the second time we were here I held her hand and kissed it I still cant believe I did that I was sort of carried away, I think Now I think about it all the time, and I mean all the time, but I cant seem to do it again Annalise and I talk and climb and run around but even when were chasing each other I never catch her I get close and then I cant do it I never let her catch me either.Shes swinging her legs Her gray school skirt is clean and pressed and neat The skin on her legs is smooth and lightly tanned and the hairs on her legs above her knees are fine and blonde And my leg is millimeters from hers but I know I cant make it go any closer I force myself to turn my head to look at something else.The cliff is steep and the drop is long but doable as the landing is on sandy soil The tops of the trees are moving and rustling, almost talking to each other, gossiping, and leaves fall in little gangs A cluster descends toward us and even before she moves I know Annalise will try to catch one She stretches out her hand, her arm, and then her body over the edge of the cliff Shes going too far but she wont get hurt if she falls, although maybe I should grab her, hold her But I dont move She laughs and reaches out even further and catches the leaf, taking hold of my sleeve at the same time, and still I dont touch her I pull my arm back so that shes safe but I dont touch her.Shes got the leaf A small brown triangle from a birch tree She holds it by the stem and twirls it in front of my face.Got it No thanks to you I nearly fell.I knew youd be OK.Did you now She pats the leaf against my nose once, her fingers close to my lips I move my head back away from her.Its for you Here, take it.I say, Its just a leaf There are plenty of them around.Hold your hand out This is a special leaf Its one I caught, at great personal risk, just for you.I hold out my hand I want the leaf.She drops it into my palm.You never say thank you, do you I dont know Ive never thought about it.And you never touch me.I shrug I cant tell her I think about every millimeter between us I say, Ill keep the leaf And I push off from the cliff and drop to the ground below.Im at the bottom and I dont know what to do now I was hoping shed jump down with me I look up at her and say, Can we talk about something else If you come back up here and ask nicely.I climb back up the cliff, fast as I can, showing off, but when I get near the top I stop Shes moved to the place where I normally climb over Shes blocking my way Theres a different route to the left thats harder and I go down a couple of holds and then back up and shes shuffled along to be sitting there now.Hi, she says, leaning forward and smiling at me.The only way I can get up is by climbing over Annalise Excuse me, I say Can you let me pass She shakes her head.If I say please She shakes her head again and is smiling a huge smile For a badass Half Code, you really arent very badass.Please, Annalise My hold isnt good my fingers are already cramping and my toehold is slipping I wont be able to stay here for much longer.I cant understand how you were expelled from school You seem such a timid boy She says that in a teacher ish voice.Im not timid.She leans toward me, grinning Prove it.I have to either jump down or climb over her and I have to do one or the other pretty soon as my right leg is starting to shudder with the strain I think I can get over her if I put my hand to the right of her leg but Ill have to somehow pull up over her lap andI cant wait to tell my brothers what a frightened little thing you are, she teases I look up at her face and, even though I know shes joking, just the thought of her speaking to her brothers about anything makes me mad I see her smile disappear in an instant I let go of the rock, turn in the air, and drop to the ground She calls out, Nathan Im sorry I shouldnt have And she drops to the ground beside me, as graceful and light as ever I shouldnt have said that It was stupid.If they ever find out we meet IfYou know I wont tell them anything It was a stupid joke.I realize Im overreacting and ruining the day, so I scuff around the sand with my boots and say, I know And I smile at her and want to get back to having fun Just dont tell anyone Im really a wimp, will you And I wont tell them what a badass you are.Me Badass Shes grinning again and her feet scuff the ground too Then she makes a long line in the sand and says, On a scale from badass here she sticks her heel in one endto nice, polite, and timid over hereshe walks to the other end of the line, puts her heel down, and looks at mewhere am I I mutter to myself, Annalise, Annalise, Annalise, and I move up and down the line About three quarters of the way to the timid end I stop and then shuffle a little nearer to the other end and then further and then further until Im about a tenth of the way along the line from the badass end.Ha she says.Youre far too bad for me.She growls at me Well, most of my school friends would put me here And she jumps to a spot near the timid end.All your school friends are fains, I say.But still capable of spotting a nice girl when they see one.And where would they put me I move out of the way as Annalise shuffles along the line almost to where Id been standing, close to the complete badass end.And your brothers Where would they put me She hesitates but then walks past the badass end as far as the cliff She says, The fain kids at school were scared of you cos you beat people up You had a bad reputation for being wild but they saw you in class most days, sitting quietly, so they knew that if they left you alone youd leave them alone.But your brothers couldnt quite work that out To leave me alone, I mean.No But they were scared of you too.They beat me up Left me unconscious.You beat them up first But its than that She hesitates and then says, Its who you are Or who your father is It all comes down to Marcus Theyre scared of him Everyones scared of him.Shes right, of course, but its not as if hes going to appear any minute and back me up in a fight.Then she asks me, Are you scared of him Im not sure hes my father Hes dangerous and murderous but hes still my father And I want to meet him I wouldnt want that if I was scared of him I say, I trust you than anyone, Annalise, but if the Council ever hears me talk about him, or my feelings about him, or anything I just cant talk about him You know that.Sorry, I shouldnt have asked.Ill tell you who I am scared of, though the Council And your brothers If But I dont go on We know that if they find out were meeting both of us are in big trouble.Annalise says, I know I have the worst, most messed up family ever.I think mine is slightly messed up than yours.Not by much At least you have Arran and Deborah Youve got nice people I dont have any nice people I mean Connors OK if he isnt with Naill or Youre the nice people, I say.She smiles but it hits me then how sad and lonely she looks and how lucky I am to have Arran, Deborah, and Gran And without even thinking I take her hand Im touching her Im surprised but its happening and I dont want to overthink it Our hands are similar sizes mines wider her fingers are longer and thinner Her skin is soft and skin colorednot dirt colored.How do you keep your hands so clean I turn her hand over slowly and inspect it thoroughly Im all covered in red dust but you and your hands havent even got a speck on them.Im a girl Were well known for being able to do amazing things, things that boys can only dream about Her voice is shaky her hand is a little shaky too.Im scared now but Im not going to stop I trace my finger round the outside of her hand as she holds it in the air Over the thumb, down between the thumb and forefinger, then up the finger and down between the next finger and up and then down and then up and down and finally along her little finger and down to her wrist.She says, You always surprise me with how gentle you are Youre so far from the badass end of the line.I want to say something back but cant think of anything that sounds right.Youve gone quiet again, she says.Whats so wrong with being quiet Nothing, I suppose It suits you She moves her finger to trace round my hand like I did hers But sometimes it makes me wonder what youre thinking She continues moving her finger round my hand What are you thinking Im thinking I like her doing that It feels nice Is that what I should say I dont know I say, I youreShe ducks her head down to look at me Youre trying to hide your face, she complains Are you blushing No She puts her finger on the end of my chin and turns my head toward her.I feel a bit hot but I wouldnt say I was blushing.She says, Youre so sweet.Sweet I say, I think Im quite badass.She giggles and gets up Youre sweet and youre slow You never catch me.And she runs off and I run after her and that day, for the first time, I catch her.Getting DarkerIt must be past midnight So thats another day gone Another day of thinking positively Another day of thinking about Annalise but not getting any closer to helping her Another day of sitting in a tree, waiting for Gabriel, and him not showing up I should try to sleep but Im not tired Im rarely tired at night Instead I seem to come alive a little , though I know I get a bit darker too.I could do some lists or go back to stuff Celia taught me how to kill with a knife how to kill with my hands Thats cheery Or maybe facts My family tree is a good one Just recite the names over and over Harrow, Titus, Gaunt, Darius, Leo, Castor, Maximilian, Massimo, Axel, Marcus, Nathan Harrow, Titus, Gaunt, DariusOf course the list is a bit on the depressing side and Im not supposed to do depressing but I cant be blamed if they were all killed by Hunters or tortured to death by the Council Though Marcus isnt dead, or at least as far as I know hes still alive and well and living no one knows where And he was with me, and saved my life, and performed my Giving ceremony, but he left, left me on my own, again, like my whole life.You did well enough on your own, hed said Classic cop out Mustnt be negative Got to stay posi bloody tive.Shit, Im in a black mood.I need to try memory tests Yeah, I could recite all the Gifts my father stole, one for each human heart he has eaten And that man, that killer, that PSYCHOPATH, sat opposite me and talked with me and gave me three gifts And I cant hate him and Im not even afraid of him Im awestruck by him Thats positive, isnt it, to admire your father Your father the psycho Is he a psychopath I dont know I dont know what the definition is Dont know how far down the path of eating people you have to go before you officially become a psycho.Im biting my nails again, only theres not much left to bite.And here I am, sitting in a tree, biting my fingersNathan, son of Marcus, the kid whos supposed to kill his father, the kid who tried to prove he wouldnt hurt his father by returning the Fairborn to him but who cocked it up and lost the knife And I know I wouldnt even last a second in a fight against Marcus, but everyone thinks I can kill him everyone wants me to kill him I managed to escape Wallend and those White Witches who want me to do it and I ran to Mercury and guess what She wants me to kill him too.Shit I need to think of something positive.I need to think about Annalise again I used to think about her when I was in the cage I fantasized about her, imagined touching her and having sex and stuff like that Not that Ive actually had any sex or even much stuff like that And the last time I held her hand was when I was sitting next to her on Mercurys roof, and then it all turned to shit and the wind was holding me back as Mercury lured Annalise onto the grass I remember Annalises body lying there, her chest heaving, desperate for air, and that last gasp that looked so slow and so painful before she was still, and I hate it I hate that last gasp.And, while Im thinking about hate, I can make a good list on that subject Theres my sister, of course darling Jessica She has hated me from my birth with venom and I return the feeling in spades Theres her boyfriend, Clay, leader of the Hunters, brutal and arrogant Whats not to hate And the other brute, Kieran OBrien, Annalises oldest brother, who used to be top of my hate list but is now just hovering at number three most days Number two on my hate list is Soul OBrien, Council member He told me he wanted to be the one to give me three gifts, which is, frankly, freakier than keeping me in a cage He might well be some kind of psycho too And, talking of psychos, numero uno on my hate list is Mr Wallend The White Witch who worked on me as if I was a lab rat The man who gave me my tattoos, which are the things I hate than anything.So that was positive Celia isnt on the list I dont hate Celia any, which is a good thing, I guess After all, to not hate someone who kept you locked up in a cage for nearly two years is positive Surely On the other hand maybe it shows that Im totally screwed up by that whole experience I dont know But Celias not on the list.Mercury isnt either Mercury doesnt inspire hate It would be like hating the weather.Mercury said she would free Annalise in exchange for my fathers head or his heart I wont deliver either Somehow I have to find a way to get back to Mercury, find Annalise, break the spell shes under, and escape with her Sounds difficult and dangerous but I have a plan, which is another positive thing Except the plan is crap and stupid and wont ever work And Mercury will kill me for sure.Still, I shouldnt worry about that After all, everyone dies sometime.And at the moment Ive got enough problems with the current plan Ive been here than a month now and Im struggling to imagine a positive scenario a scenario where Gabriel cant get here not because hes dead or captured by Hunters but because hes lying in a luxury king size bed, reading a book and eating croissants.If he had been captured theyd have tortured him and he would have told them everything Everything about me, him, the Fairborn, Annalise, and most definitely where they could find me, about our meeting place here at the cave Id have told them under Retribution and so would he Theres no shame in that Retribution breaks everyone eventually and no one could hold out for a month And yet the Hunters arent here But neither is Gabriel So that means hes dead Shot by Hunters that night when we took the Fairborn Killed trying to save me And here I am, sitting in a tree, trying to be positive.Positive is pretty sick when you think about it.Not WaitingIts getting light by the time I reach Mercurys cottage After my father gave me three gifts I fled from here, chased by Hunters This is the third time Ive been back since then My chance to watch them for a change.The first time I returned was two weeks ago, when I was absolutely sure that no Hunters were on my trail Id killed the fast one and lost the rest I was fairly certain that they wouldnt expect me to return After all, there would be no point in me coming back and it would be stupidly dangerous Given that logic I was expecting there wouldnt be many Hunters at the cottage Wrong There were twelve I think they were using it as a base from which to try to find Mercury There was a magical cut in space that she used to travel to her real home A cut like the one Gabriel and I used to get to the cottage from the apartment in Geneva My father said that Hunters could detect cuts so I guess that by now either Mercury has destroyed the cut to her real home or the Hunters have found the way through and Mercury is dead too And if Mercury is dead then Ive no idea what will have happened to Annalise But Mercury wouldnt be careless, or slow, or weak I think shell have destroyed the cut, covered her tracks well so this valley is a dead end for the Hunters as well as for me.That first time I came back to the cottage Clay was here and in a foul mood, shouting a lot Jessica was with him She has a long scar from her forehead across her nose and cheek where I cut heror rather where the Fairborn cut her Clay didnt seem to mind that, though he and Jessica still seemed to be an item He put his arm round her and kissed the tip of her nose At one point he came close to the forest edge, hands on hips, legs apart He seemed to be staring straight at me I was well hidden and he couldnt see me but it was as if he was waiting for me.I came back to the cottage again a week ago There were only six Hunters left and I expected Clay to be one of them I thought he knew Id come back but he wasnt here Instead I had the pleasure of seeing Kieran And there was a different atmosphere this time The remaining Hunters were sunbathing, laughing, messing around It was almost like a holiday camp, except these are Hunters and theyre never on holiday They definitely didnt look as if they expected the son of you know who to turn up.I studied Kieran he was stripped to the waist, his hair was sun bleached, his face ruddy brown, and his body huge and heavy with muscle Hes almost as big as Clay Theyd set up an obstacle course of logs and climbing frames, ropes and a crawl net Despite his size Kieran was always the fastest and he mocked the others for being slow When it came to the sparring it was clear that the girls were beginners Kierans partner was good Kieran, excellent Still, I reckon I could take him in a straight fight but his Gift makes it much trickier as he can become invisible One of the girls seemed to be able to set things on fire and another could send out bolts of lightning but they were both pretty weak Gifts I couldnt work out what Kierans partner or the other girls could do.Hunters are mainly women but there are a few skilled male witches They only recruit the strongest and fittest, partnering males together and females together Ive never heard of Hunters being anything other than British before now but two of the girls werent They spoke some English, but to each other and sometimes to Kierans partner they spoke in what I think was French As far as I know the White Witch Councils in Europe have never trained Hunters and never hunted Black Witches like they do in Britain Gabriel told me that here in Europe the Whites and the Blacks each kept to their own areas and ignored each other, and Hunters were only used in extreme circumstances to track specific witches, my father being one of them If theyre recruiting local White Witches it seems to be a sign that Hunters are expanding their operations.I watched them all day I knew I shouldnt have I knew I should have been at the cave waiting for Gabriel but I couldnt tear myself away I watched Kieran shout at his partner and remembered the day he and his brothers caught me, cut me, tortured me Im shocked now by what they did than I was at the time I was fourteen, small, a kid Kieran would have been twenty one then, and he made his younger brothers join in, made Connor put the powder on my back, joked about it, joked at their weaknesses as much as mine And he didnt just cut and scar me but branded me too B on the left side of my back and W on the right And thats what I am a Half Code, half Black, half White, not belonging to either side.And now Im back a third time Ive approached the cottage from above, through the forest The sun isnt over the mountain peaks to my left but the sky is light Im not sure why Im here but I wont stay long I just want to check on things one last time.The cottage is built high on the steep valley wall, on the edge of the forest, with an open meadow of grass below Most of the valley is covered in forest, though the high ridges and peaks are above the treeline and the gray rocks hold some snow in sheltered pockets even in summer At the top of the valley there is permanent snow and the glacier, and from that runs the river The river is far below the cottage and cant be seen from there but still it can be heard its roaring is constant.I pad down to the edge of the trees There are no sounds except for the buzzing in my head that their mobile phones set off The buzzing is faint, though Not many phones Not six Two, I guess Both in the cottage So they must have pretty much given up on Mercury and they think Ive gone and am not dumb enough to come back But guess what Here I am.Its properly light now.I really should go.But I cant face sitting at the cave, waiting for Gabriel, when he has to be dead Yet I want to see Gabriel and I promised him Id wait, as he promised me, and I know hed wait than a month andThe latch of the cottage door rattles and a Hunter steps out.I recognize his bulk immediately.Kieran walks round the cottage, stretches, and yawns, rolls his head on his thick neck as if hes about to start a boxing match He goes to the woodpile, selects a large log, and places it end up on the sawn off tree trunk that acts as a chopping block He picks up the ax and steps into position The wood doesnt stand a chance.Hes got his back to me I slide my knife out of its sheath.Praise and accolades for Half Wild Sparks of orginality will keep fans excited for the final chapter USA Today Riveting Features thesame powerful language, well developed characters, fascinating magic, and harrowing action sequences as its predecessor and will leave its readers anxiously awaiting the final volume Publishers Weekly, starred review Once again, Green pushes the boundaries of definition this time What is wild What is human or even civilized The blood and gore, the willingness to endure and survive at any price, and the dichotomies between good and bad, love and hate, wild and civilizedall haunt the reader, climaxing in a tragic ending that portends the horror, violence, and possible relationships in the trilogys final installment Booklist,starred review Green delivers vibrant characters, and Nathan s relationships arc in thrilling highs and lows The climax ushers in a bloody, unforgettable cliffhanger A 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    • 08 June 2016

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