When seventeen-year-old Amity Hager unwillingly becomes host
to an alien known as the Watcher, the Government tells her she’s the only one
on Earth who can kill the infamously bloodthirsty, immortal pirate captain
Damien Faust. Faust killed Dirt, the boy she loved, and she would gladly return
the favor if it weren’t for the fact that in looks, Faust and Dirt are nearly
Damien’s immortality comes from his own alien weapon, the
Scarecrow. The Scarecrow and the Watcher are anti-matter twins--polar
opposites--and because of this, Amity and Damien cannot be harmed by anything
but each other. The Government offers her Dirt, who may still be alive, in
exchange for Damien’s death. A simple task, Amity thinks: Damien’s looks don’t
negate her stockpile of hatred for him. But Damien isn’t the murderer the
Government made him out to be. He does everything in his power to keep her
safe, even though she’s the one obstacle in his path to defeating the
Government once and for all.
Amity must choose who to trust in the oncoming war--the
Government that promises her the past, or the pirates that promise everyone a
future. Damien has to decide if protecting her is worth risking everything he’s
ever worked for. And the Scarecrow and the Watcher will do whatever it takes to
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If they give awards for
raging paranoia, I should win them all.
Amity forced the thought to the back of her mind and focused
on where she was putting her feet. Indulging her paranoia wasn’t worth a
twisted ankle. The ruptured flagstones flew beneath her. Running like this, one
dark-haired boy in front of her, one behind her, she almost felt free of the
feeling of being watched. The dilapidated houses on either side of the street
shrank away from the stark orange glow of the midday sun at Amity’s back. The thick
cables strung across the rooftops glowed as if on fire.
“You guys still there?” Dirt called over his shoulder to
“Unfortunately,” said Splash, behind her.
Amity laughed breathlessly as she narrowly dodged a wide
hole in the street.
“C’mon, Splashy, you know you like the hunt,” Dirt said playfully. As he said it, he spun around and began
running backwards, a maneuver that always set Amity on edge. But Dirt never got
hurt, never fell through the street. Even with his rusty sawblade-sword strapped
to his back, he kept his balance and his pace, and had enough time to flash
Amity a smile before he spun around again and ducked behind a mountain of
supply crates stacked on the side of the street. Amity and Splash huddled
“Almost there,” Dirt said. The sun’s dull light washed
out his already white-blue eyes. His whole face lit up with exhilaration.