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Rebel Heart by Moira Young

Rebel Heart by Moira Young

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They call her the Angel of Death. She defeated a tyrant, but victory has come at a cost. The fight to free her kidnapped brother, Lugh, has unleashed a dark power in the Dust Lands, and the restless and enigmatic Jack can no longer be trusted. Haunted by the ghosts of her past, Saba struggles to restore order to her world, and now a formidable new enemy is on the rise.

What is the truth about Jack? And how far will Saba go to get what she wants? Nothing is certain and no one is safe in this breathtaking second volume of the Dust Lands trilogy.
They call her the Angel of Death. She defeated a tyrant, but victory has come at a cost. The fight to free her kidnapped brother, Lugh, has unleashed a dark power in the Dust Lands, and the restless and enigmatic Jack can no longer be trusted. Haunted by the ghosts of her past, Saba struggles to restore order to her world, and now a formidable new enemy is on the rise.

What is the truth about Jack? And how far will Saba go to get what she wants? Nothing is certain and no one is safe in this breathtaking second volume of the Dust Lands trilogy.

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Published by: Random House of Canada on May 14, 2014
Copyright:Traditional Copyright: All rights reserved

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 󰀳I󰁴’󰁳 󰁬󰁡󰁴󰁥 󰁡󰁦󰁴󰁥󰁲󰁮󰁯󰁯󰁮. S󰁩󰁮󰁣󰁥 󰁭󰁯󰁲󰁮󰁩󰁮󰁧, 󰁴󰁨󰁥 󰁴󰁲󰁡󰁩󰁬’󰁳 󰁢󰁥󰁥󰁮 following a line of light towers. That is, the iron remains of what used to be light towers, way back in Wrecker days, time out of mind. It winds through faded, folded hills, burnt grass and prickle bush.The flat heat of high summer beats on his head. His hat’s damp with sweat. The dust of long days coats his skin, his clothes, his boots. He tastes it when he licks his dry lips. It’s  been a parched, mean road all the way. He crests a ridge, the trail dips down into a little valley and it’s suddenly, freshly green. The air is soft. Sharply sweet with the scent of the scrub pine that scatters the slopes. Jack pulls up his horse. He breathes in. A long, deep, grateful breath. He drinks in the view. On the cleared valley floor, a small lake glints in the sun. Beside it stands a junkshack with a bark and sod roof, the rest of it cobbled together from Wrecker trash, stones, dried mud and the odd tree trunk. A man, a woman and a girl are working in the well-tended patches of cultivated land.People. At last. Apart from the white mustang, Atlas, he hasn’t spoken to a soul for days. His aloneness was starting to weigh him down.

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