{"product_id":"monsters-of-men-isbn-9780763676193","title":"Monsters of Men","description":"\u003cb\u003eThe international bestseller and masterpiece of science fiction in a new eye-catching package with sprayed edges\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Harrowing, heartbreaking, and brutally human . . . a masterpiece of speculative fiction and social commentary.” —Neal Shusterman, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e best-selling author of the Arc of a Scythe trilogy\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs a world-ending war surges to life around them, Todd and Viola face unspeakably vast consequences of each action, each word, each monstrous decision. The indigenous Spackle are mobilizing to avenge their murdered kin, ruthless human leaders are defending their factions, and a convoy of new settlers is approaching. All the while, the ceaseless Noise continues laying all thoughts bare—and the projected will of the few threatens to overwhelm the desperate desire of the many.\u003cb\u003eInventive, gut-wrenching, and all-consuming, this is an unforgettable coming-of-age reading experience\u003c\/b\u003e.\u003cbr\u003e—Chloe Gong, #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e best-selling author of \u003ci\u003eColdwire\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eThere is so much to love about the remarkable Patrick Ness\u003c\/b\u003e! Above all, his deep, ferocious respect for young readers.\u003cbr\u003e—#1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e best-selling author Libba Bray\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eAn epic journey through both a sci-fi world of extraordinary imagination and an emotional landscape of gripping intensity\u003c\/b\u003e.\u003cbr\u003e—Adrian Tchaikovsky, author of the Hugo Award–winning \u003ci\u003eChildren of Time\u003c\/i\u003e series\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eIntelligent, compelling, and utterly devastating, Chaos Walking is one of the seminal YA series of this century. No one gets you in the feels like Patrick Ness.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e—Juno Dawson, author of \u003ci\u003eHer Majesty’s Royal Coven\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA triumph\u003c\/b\u003e. —The Times (London)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eReaders shouldn’t expect to get much sleep until they’ve turned the final page\u003c\/b\u003e. —The Wall Street Journal\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA powerful conclusion. . . . Grueling but triumphant\u003c\/b\u003e.\u003cbr\u003e—Publishers Weekly (starred review)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eThis is science fiction at its best\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e—Booklist (starred review)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis is a \u003cb\u003ecomplex and engrossing\u003c\/b\u003e work that series fans will devour.\u003cbr\u003e—School Library Journal\u003cb\u003ePatrick Ness \u003c\/b\u003eis the author of the critically acclaimed and best-selling Chaos Walking trilogy, as well as \u003ci\u003eChronicles of a Lizard Nobody\u003c\/i\u003e and it sequel, \u003ci\u003eChronicles of a Lizard Nobody: The Hat of Great Importance\u003c\/i\u003e. He wrote the #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestseller \u003ci\u003eA Monster Calls \u003c\/i\u003e(inspired by an idea from Siobhan Dowd), which won both the Carnegie Medal and the Kate Greenaway Medal, was a \u003ci\u003eLos Angeles Times\u003c\/i\u003e Book Prize Finalist, and was made into a major motion picture for which he wrote the screenplay. He is also the author of \u003ci\u003eMore Than This\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eRelease\u003c\/i\u003e,\u003ci\u003e Different for Boys\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eThe Rest of Us Just Live Here\u003c\/i\u003e, and \u003ci\u003eBurn\u003c\/i\u003e. His many accolades include two Carnegie Medals, an Olivier Award, the \u003ci\u003eGuardian \u003c\/i\u003eChildren’s Fiction Prize, the BookTrust Teenage Prize, and the Costa Children’s Book Award. Patrick Ness lives in Los Angeles and London.\u003cb\u003e“War,”\u003c\/b\u003e says Mayor Prentiss, his eyes glinting. “At last.”\u003cbr\u003e   “Shut up,” I say. “There ain’t no at \u003ci\u003elast \u003c\/i\u003eabout it. The only one who wants this is you.”\u003cbr\u003e   “Nevertheless,” he says, turning to me with a smile. “Here it comes.”\u003cbr\u003e   And of course I’m already wondering if untying him so he could fight this battle was the worst mistake of my life – \u003cbr\u003e   But no – \u003cbr\u003e   \u003ci\u003eNo\u003c\/i\u003e, it’s gonna keep her safe. It’s what I had to do to \u003ci\u003ekeep her safe.\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e   And I will make him keep her safe if I have to kill him to do it.\u003cbr\u003e   And so with the sun setting, me and the Mayor stand on the rubble of the cathedral and look out across the town square, as the army of Spackle make their way down the zigzag hill in front of us, blowing their battlehorn with a sound that could tear you right in two – \u003cbr\u003e   As Mistress Coyle’s army of the Answer marches into town behind us, bombing everything in its path \u003ci\u003eBoom! Boom! BOOM!\u003c\/i\u003e – \u003cbr\u003e   As the first soldiers of the Mayor’s own army start arriving in quick formayshun from the south, Mr. Hammar at their front, crossing the square toward us to get new orders – \u003cbr\u003e   As the people of New Prentisstown run for their lives in any and every direkshun – \u003cbr\u003e   As the scout ship from the incoming settlers lands on a hill somewhere near Mistress Coyle, the worst possible place for ’em – \u003cbr\u003e   As Davy Prentiss lies dead in the rubble below us, shot by his own father, shot by the man I just set free – \u003cbr\u003e   And as Viola – \u003cbr\u003e   \u003ci\u003eMy \u003c\/i\u003eViola – \u003cbr\u003e   Races out on horseback into the middle of it all, her ankles broken, not even able to stand up on her own – \u003cbr\u003e   \u003ci\u003eYes,\u003c\/i\u003e I think.\u003cbr\u003e   Here it comes.\u003cbr\u003e   The end of everything.\u003cbr\u003e   The end of it all.\u003cbr\u003e   “Oh, yes, Todd,” says the Mayor, rubbing his hands together. “Oh, yes, indeed.”\u003cbr\u003e   And he says the word again, says it like it’s his every last wish come true.\u003cbr\u003e   \u003ci\u003e“War.”\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e[Todd]\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e\"We hit the Spackle head on!”\u003c\/i\u003e the Mayor shouts at the men, aiming his Noise right in the middle of everyone’s heads. \u003cbr\u003e   Even mine.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003ci\u003e “They’ll be gathering at the bottom of the road,” \u003c\/i\u003ehe says,\u003ci\u003e “but that’s as far as they’re going to go!”\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e   I put a hand on Angharrad’s flank beneath me. In under two minutes, the Mayor had us up on horseback, Morpeth and Angharrad coming running from round the back of the ruins of the cathedral, and by the time we’d hopped up, stepping over the still unconshus bodies of the men who tried to help me overthrow the Mayor, there was the army taking messy shape in front of us.\u003cbr\u003e   Not all of it, tho, maybe less than half, the rest still stretched up along the southern road to the hill with the notch on it, the road to where the battle was \u003ci\u003esposed \u003c\/i\u003eto be.\u003cbr\u003e   Angharrad’s thinking and I can feel spikes of nerves all thru her body. She’s scared nearly half to \u003cbr\u003e death.\u003cbr\u003e   So am I.\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e  “BATTALIONS READY!”\u003c\/i\u003e the Mayor shouts and immediately Mr. Hammar and the later-arriving Mr. Tate and Mr. O’Hare and Mr. Morgan snap salutes and the soldiers start lining up in the right formayshuns, twisting thru each other in coils and getting into order so quickly it almost hurts my eyes to watch it.\u003cbr\u003e   “I know,” the Mayor says. “It’s a thing of beauty, isn’t it?”\u003cbr\u003e   I point my rifle at him, the rifle I took from Davy. “You just remember our agreement,” I say. “Yer gonna keep Viola safe and you ain’t gonna control me with yer Noise. You do that and you stay alive. That’s the \u003ci\u003eonly \u003c\/i\u003ereason I let you go.”\u003cbr\u003e   His eyes flash. “You realize that means you can’t let me out of your sight,” he says, “even if you have to follow me into battle. Are you ready for that, Todd?”\u003cbr\u003e   “I’m ready,” I say, even tho I ain’t but I’m trying not to think about it. \u003cbr\u003e   “I have a feeling you’ll do well,” he says.\u003cbr\u003e   “Shut up,” I say. “I beat you once, I’ll beat you again.”\u003cbr\u003e   He grins. “Of that I have no doubt.”\u003cbr\u003e   “THE MEN ARE READY, SIR!” Mr. Hammar shouts from his horse, saluting fiercely.\u003cbr\u003e   The Mayor keeps his eyes on me. “The men are ready, Todd,” he says, his voice teasing. “Are you?”\u003cbr\u003e   “Just get on with it.”\u003cbr\u003e   And his smile gets even wider. He turns to the men. \u003ci\u003e“Two divisions down the western road for the first attack!” \u003c\/i\u003eHis voice snakes thru everyone’s head again, like a sound you can’t ignore. \u003ci\u003e“Captain Hammar’s division at the front, Captain Morgan taking the rear! Captains Tate and O’Hare will round up the rest of the men and armaments yet to arrive and join the fray with the greatest dispatch.”\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e   \u003ci\u003eArmaments?\u003c\/i\u003e I think.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003ci\u003e “If the fight isn’t already over by the time they join us –”\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e   The men laugh at this, a loud, nervous, aggressive kind of laugh.\u003cbr\u003e   \u003ci\u003e“Then as a united army, we will drive the Spackle back up that hill and make them regret the day they were EVER BORN!”\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e   And the men give a roaring cheer.\u003cbr\u003e   “Sir!” Captain Hammar shouts. “What about the army of the Answer, sir?”\u003cbr\u003e   “First we beat the Spackle,” says the Mayor, “then the Answer will be child’s play.”\u003cbr\u003e   He looks across his army of men and back up the hill to the Spackle army, still marching down. Then he raises his fist and gives the loudest Noise shout of all, a shout that bores right down into the very center of every man hearing it.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003ci\u003e “TO BATTLE!”\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e  “TO BATTLE!”\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e the army cries back at him and sets off at a fierce pace outta the square, racing toward the zigzag hill – \u003cbr\u003e   The Mayor looks at me one last time, like he can barely keep from laughing at how much fun he’s having. And without another word, he spurs Morpeth hard in the sides and they gallop into the square after the departing army.\u003cbr\u003e   The army heading off to war.\u003cbr\u003e   Follow? Angharrad asks, fear coming off her like sweat.\u003cbr\u003e   “He’s right,” I say. “We can’t let him out of our sight. He’s got to keep his word. He’s got to win his war. He’s got to save her.”\u003cbr\u003e   For her, Angharrad thinks.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003ci\u003e For her,\u003c\/i\u003e I think back, all my feeling about her behind it.\u003cbr\u003e   And I think her name – \u003cbr\u003e   \u003ci\u003eViola.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e   And Angharrad leaps forward into battle.","brand":"Candlewick","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46305398161637,"sku":"NP9780763676193","price":14.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780763676193.jpg?v=1767732936","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/monsters-of-men-isbn-9780763676193","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}