Ally Condie - Reached

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Condie, Allyson Braithwaite

Reached / Ally Condie.First edition.

pages cm

Sequel to: Crossed.

Summary: In search of a better life, Cassia joins a widespread rebellion against Society, where she is tasked with finding a cure to the threat of survival and must choose between Xander and KyProvided by publisher.

ISBN 978-0-525-42366-9 (hardcover)

[1. Government, Resistance toFiction. 2. Fantasy.] I. Title.

PZ7.C7586Rd 2012

[Fic]dc23 2012031916

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CONTENTS

THE STORY OF THE PILOT

A man pushed a rock up the hill. When he reached the top, the stone rolled down to the bottom of the hill and he began again. In the village nearby, the people took note. A judgment, they said. They never joined him or tried to help because they feared those who issued the punishment. He pushed. They watched.

Years later, a new generation noticed that the man and his stone were sinking into the hill, like the setting of the sun and moon. They could only see part of the rock and part of the man as he rolled the stone along to the top of the hill.

One of the children became curious. So, one day, the child walked up the hill. As she drew closer, she was surprised to see that the stone was carved with names and dates and places.

What are all these words? the child asked.

The sorrows of the world, the man told her. I pilot them up the hill over and over again.

You are using them to wear out the hill, the child said, noticing the long deep groove worn where the stone had turned.

I am making something, the man said. When I am finished, it will be your turn to take my place.

The child was not afraid. What are you making?

A river, the man said.

The child went back down the hill, puzzling at how one could make a river. But not long after, when the rains came and the flood flashed through the long trough and washed the man somewhere far away, the child saw that the man had been right, and she took her place pushing the stone and piloting the sorrows of the world.

This is how the Pilot came to be.

The Pilot is a man who pushed a stone and washed away in the water. It is a woman who crossed the river and looked to the sky. The Pilot is old and young and has eyes of every color and hair of every shade; lives in deserts, islands, forests, mountains, and plains.

The Pilot leads the Risingthe rebellion against the Societyand the Pilot never dies. When one Pilots time has finished, another comes to lead.

And so it goes on, over and over like a stone rolling.

In a place past the edge of the Societys map, the Pilot will always live and move.

PART ONE

PILOT

CHAPTER 1

XANDER

Every morning, the sun comes up and turns the earth red, and I think: This could be the day when everything changes. Maybe today the Society will fall. Then night comes again and were all still waiting. But I know the Pilots real.

Three Officials walk up to the door of a little house at sunset. The house looks like all of the others on the street: two shutters on each of its three forward-facing windows, five steps up to the door, and one small, spiky bush planted to the right of the path.

The oldest of the Officials, a man with gray hair, raises his hand to knock.

One. Two. Three.

The Officials stand close enough to the glass that I can see the circle-shaped insignia sewn on the right pocket of the youngest Officials uniform. The circle is bright red and looks like a drop of blood.

I smile and he does, too. Because the Official: is me.

In the past, the Official Ceremony was a big occasion at City Hall. The Society held a formal dinner and you could bring your parents and your Match with you. But the Official Ceremony isnt one of the three big ceremoniesWelcoming Day, the Match Banquet, and the Final Celebrationand so its not what it used to be. The Society has started to cut corners where they can, and they assume Officials are loyal enough not to complain about their ceremony losing some of its trimmings.