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" À dire vrai, je ne pense pas qu'il reste un seul d'entre nous. À part moi. Voilà ce qui arrive quand on est un mets délicat. Une drogue dure. L'espèce s'éteint. "
Gene est l'un des derniers humains sur Terre. Le seul moyen de survie pour cet adolescent : se faire passer pour l'un de ses prédateurs. Ne pas rire, ne pas transpirer, ne pas montrer qu'il est un humain, un " homiféré ".
Cela fait dix-sept ans qu'il vit secrètement parmi ceux qui n'hésiteraient pas à le tuer s'ils découvraient sa véritable identité. Malgré tout, Gene est parvenu à se fondre parmi ces " autres " et à créer un semblant de vie normale. Mais sa routine est bouleversée, et sa sécurité, menacée, le jour où il est sélectionné pour participer au grand jeu : la Traque. Toutes les décennies, le gouvernement organise une immense chasse où seule une poignée de privilégiés peuvent pister, abattre et dévorer les rares humains survivants gardés en captivité pour l'événement. Formé à l'Institut pour traquer ses semblables, Gene est sur le qui-vive. Car désormais, sa vie s'organise en meute avec les chasseurs, et le moindre faux pas pourrait trahir sa condition et lui être fatal. Parviendra-t-il à maintenir l'illusion, alors que les soupçons sur sa vraie nature s'alourdissent ?
Gene a la rage de vivre... mais vaut-elle le prix de son humanité ?
349 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 8, 2012

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Before she could regain her footing, I shoved my elbow into the socket of her armpit. The way I had read about in books, seen in movies. I had her. Her body tensed in anticipation as my elbow locked into her armpit. And just like that, her body lost all tension and softened. I swiveled my elbow in long, luxurious circles, and her body moved in rhythm. Salivary wetness slivered between and around her snarling teeth. I concentrated hard after that, keeping up with appearances, making sure that the snarls came out in the right fevered pitch, that my body oscillated with enough passion and frenzy.
-Vampires couldn't tell Gene was a heper just because he shaved all his body hair off. Really? He still had hair on his head. Does that somehow smell different than facial, leg and arm hair? If they could smell the hepers in the dome even when they weren't sweaty, then they should have been able to always smell Gene is school.
I'm sure there are a lot of people who will love The Hunt. It's different, interesting, creative and action packed. And while it didn't really work out for me here, I'm tempted to check out book two to see where the story goes. But as I say in the rest of my two star reviews, the next book can hang out on my "You're on Probation" shelf.
"He's testing me. Sizing me up."



"Ah, yes, that yours was a stupendous and prodigious intelligence not fully tapped."
"He might be a bit on the shy, quiet side," Ashley June continues, "but even that's a plus: it's a quietness that's compelling and attractive. Girls love it."


"Her slender arms flow gracefully out if her gown, the gleam of silvery light along her arm like the reflection of moonlight along a river. She gathers her hair from the back and with expert sweep of one hand brushes it over her shoulder, exposing the sinuous nape of her neck."


"Why do you love me, Edward?"
"Because Stephenie Meyer told me to. Oh, and also, spoiler alert: you'll eventually become a vampire."
"Oh YAY! I love you, too!"