She has no name.
She has her knives. Her training. Her halo.
The first and second give her the ability to defeat the opponents she is pitted against each month. The third frees her from pain and fear. From any kind of emotion at all. Everything is as it should be. Everything is as it should be, until…
Fear… Pain… Anger… Happiness… Desire… Guilt…
Love.
When a newly named Kit escapes the Sanctuary after killing her best friend, the last thing she needs is another knife in her hand. Or Ryka, the damaged, beautiful blond boy, whom she refuses to let save her. The sights and sounds of Freetown are new, yet one thing is familiar: the matches. The only difference? Where the blood in the Sanctuary landed only on the Colosseum floor, Kit will quickly learn that a river of red runs through Freetown’s very streets.
Without her halo, the inhabitants of Kit’s new home consider her saved, but is that really the case? The reality of her old life is paralyzing. Would she be better off free of the guilt associated with all the blood on her hands, or is the love of one boy worth living through all the pain?
Raksha is the call of the dead. It is the rumbling chant for fresh blood from the other side, the demand for sacrifice. The Colosseum is behind Kit. The fighting pits await.
Warning: due to graphic content, Raksha is suitable for readers 16 yrs and up.
She has her knives. Her training. Her halo.
The first and second give her the ability to defeat the opponents she is pitted against each month. The third frees her from pain and fear. From any kind of emotion at all. Everything is as it should be. Everything is as it should be, until…
Fear… Pain… Anger… Happiness… Desire… Guilt…
Love.
When a newly named Kit escapes the Sanctuary after killing her best friend, the last thing she needs is another knife in her hand. Or Ryka, the damaged, beautiful blond boy, whom she refuses to let save her. The sights and sounds of Freetown are new, yet one thing is familiar: the matches. The only difference? Where the blood in the Sanctuary landed only on the Colosseum floor, Kit will quickly learn that a river of red runs through Freetown’s very streets.
Without her halo, the inhabitants of Kit’s new home consider her saved, but is that really the case? The reality of her old life is paralyzing. Would she be better off free of the guilt associated with all the blood on her hands, or is the love of one boy worth living through all the pain?
Raksha is the call of the dead. It is the rumbling chant for fresh blood from the other side, the demand for sacrifice. The Colosseum is behind Kit. The fighting pits await.
Warning: due to graphic content, Raksha is suitable for readers 16 yrs and up.
Cu's Thoughts
NOTE: This book was originally released with the title "Raksha"
First things first.. This book is amazing. It puts me in mind of the movie Gladiator, except our hero is a female instead of a male. The way the people live reminds me of a cross between the districts from the Hunger Games and the Soul Society from the anime Bleach. The fact I can see either in my head is a testament to this author's writing ability.
The only problem I found was that I not bothered to read the blurb for the book, it would have been two chapters before it was made known that our main character is a girl and not a boy. This story was well thought out and and written beautifully.
Ryka is the type of person you can't help but want to beat the crap out in the beginning. Again this author's style is so fluid you can feel the ire bubbling just below Kit's surface as he deliberately taunts her.
This book will keep your heart pounding and keep you up well past bedtime. I found it impossible to put down and I eagerly await the release of Radicals.
First things first.. This book is amazing. It puts me in mind of the movie Gladiator, except our hero is a female instead of a male. The way the people live reminds me of a cross between the districts from the Hunger Games and the Soul Society from the anime Bleach. The fact I can see either in my head is a testament to this author's writing ability.
The only problem I found was that I not bothered to read the blurb for the book, it would have been two chapters before it was made known that our main character is a girl and not a boy. This story was well thought out and and written beautifully.
Ryka is the type of person you can't help but want to beat the crap out in the beginning. Again this author's style is so fluid you can feel the ire bubbling just below Kit's surface as he deliberately taunts her.
This book will keep your heart pounding and keep you up well past bedtime. I found it impossible to put down and I eagerly await the release of Radicals.