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Actiongeladen und spannend, rasant und voller dunkler Geheimnisse
Jeth Seagraves Eltern sind tot. Das Einzige, das ihm von ihnen geblieben ist, ist ihr Raumschiff, die Avalon – und sein eiserner Wille, diese zurückzuerobern. Bei einer seiner Missionen trifft er auf die überaus hübsche, smarte Sierra, den etwas älteren Vince und ein kleines Mädchen namens Cora, das nicht ganz menschlich zu sein scheint. Je mehr Jeth über die Drei erfährt, umso mehr Geheimnisse kommen ans Tageslicht und umso näher kommt er Sierra – bis er sich letztlich der Frage stellen muss, wie weit er gehen würde, um an die Avalon zu kommen, und wer hier eigentlich wen verraten hat.
403 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 21, 2014


Don’t be stupid, the voice of reason broke in. You don’t need that kind of distraction.And yet he gets distracted anyway. Mal would NEVER get beaten off-track by a beauty, so much that he would irretrievably compromise his mission. Jethro allows a pretty face to affect the way he thinks about his beloved Avalon, his thoughts are altogether too flowery.
No, he didn’t. Girl distractions were the worst kind. Downright dangerous.
She must think Avalon’s a dump. Jeth resisted an insane urge to start defending his ship to this stranger. It wasn’t like him to give a damn about what other people thought, but something about Sierra seemed to challenge this attitude. He decided it was the regal way she carried herself: not stuckup, exactly, but as if she were a princess who’d recently been forced into poverty.Oh, Jeth, grow the fuck up. Mal would never feel...fuzzy...like a kitten.
To his surprise, her annoyed expression made him want to laugh. It reminded him a bit of Viggo when Jeth had accidentally stepped on the cat’s tail—pissed off but incredibly cute in a fearsome, fuzzy sort of way.Celeste = Zoe

"She got so mad when I caught her in the act, she punched me in the face. That’s Celeste.” You had to respect a girl who could hit like that.Lizzie = Kaylee

Lizzie laughed. “Now you’re being retarded. That stuff don’t exist.”She has a soft spot for young children, kittens. She is permanently clumsy.
“Doesn’t exist,” Jeth said.
“Whatever.”
Jeth clenched his jaw. Lizzie hadn’t seen the inside of a classroom since Hammer recruited her for the gang, and it bothered him when she spoke improperly. Someone so smart shouldn’t sound so ignorant.
There was a loud bang, followed by the sound of Lizzie groaning. She scooted out from underneath the station and scowled up at him, one hand rubbing her forehead. “Crap, Jeth. You made me jump and hit my head.”Flynn = Wash

“Crap oh crap oh crap,” said Flynn as he crawled out from underneath the nav station. “We are so screwed. I mean, screwed-screwed. Like, get-into-the-lifeboats-’cause-this-ship-is-going-down-screwed.”Shady = Jayne

Of all the crew, Shady was the only one who’d done time in a juvenile detention center.As for the rest of the characters, I could make comparisons, but I don't want to spoil you guys. Not that there's much spoiling, if you've watched Firefly.
"He’s good with firearms and explosives. That, and he’s brave enough to do anything, no matter how stupid.”

It was known across the galaxy as the Devil’s Boneyard. Lots of ships had disappeared inside of it, never to be seen again. Equipment tended to malfunction within its borders, particularly navigational systems. The ITA had declared it completely off limits; even flying through it was illegal. Some people said the place was haunted or cursed.Jeth's crew is reluctant, but their individual salary is too high for them to resist. They travel into the Belgrave Quadrangle, they find the Donerail there, but something is wrong. The ship is a wreck.
A large hole marred the ship’s lower bow. It wasn’t the kind of hole you’d expect on a ship that’s been in a firefight or suffered a collision. It wasn’t a ragged, chaotic shape but perfectly symmetrical, like it had been carved with a giant hole punch. The sight of it sent ripples of dread skidding over Jeth’s skin. What had made it?It is a floating coffin.
The head, arms, and legs of a man still lay on what remained of the bed, but the torso was missing, cut away from the body with the same precision as the rest of the hole. No blood stained the mattress, as if whatever had done the cutting had cauterized the wounds as it sliced through.But not everyone on board is dead. There are survivors, siblings. A young man, a beautiful girl, a little girl. They hold secrets that a number of powerful people would kill to have. The siblings will endanger Jeth and his crew's life.

He had to. For them. For Lizzie and Celeste and Flynn and Shady. His family. He had to save them from the fate that waited for him. He was all they had.
~Thank you Balzer & Bray for sending me this copy!~





He had to. For them. For Lizzie and Celeste and Flynn and Shady. His family. He had to save them from the fate that waited for him. He was all they had.
The Malleus Shades fall again and again fall for traps that logical people (me! For crying out loud I am so oblivious, but I saw all of those traps from miles away!) would easily spot. The fact that they're teenagers shouldn't be an excuse since they've been doing this shit for years. Their leader, Jeth, reminds me of this guy:








Original Link to the review at my blog Le' Grande Codex - here
"Intriguing and fast-paced. Sci-fi fans will surely love the non-stop action"
["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>“He’d inherited their wanderlust. It was like a constant vibration inside him that refused to be stilled. He wanted to live a life where no one told him what to do and where adventure and new discoveries waited around every turn.”
“For the first time in his life the idea that freedom might not exist at all threatened to overwhelm him. Was the promise of freedom just something the desperate and oppressed clung to because they didn’t have anything else? Had it always been just a dream, a fantasy built up in the mind of a boy forced to grow up too soon? Jeth didn’t know. And as the hours ticked by, he tried to convince himself that he didn’t care.”
“What he’s after isn’t a weapon in the traditional sense. It’s not an explosive or viral or anything like that.”
“Oh yeah? Then what the hell is it?”
“The most dangerous weapon there is: information."
“He didn’t know if it was real, if freedom was something you could earn or win after a long, hard fight, or if it was just an illusion. But he decided it didn’t matter. Only this mattered. This moment right here, surrounded by the people he cared about. And he realized this was the paradise his parents had meant when they named this ship.”