{"product_id":"the-savage-dawn-isbn-9780385744690","title":"The Savage Dawn","description":"\u003cb\u003eThe series that began with the book Danielle Paige, author of \u003ci\u003eDorothy Must Die\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e,\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003e called “inventive, gorgeous, and epic” comes to its thrilling conclusion.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e“\u003cb\u003eCatnip for fans of Cassandra Clare.\u003c\/b\u003e”\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cb\u003e—BookPage.com on \u003ci\u003eThe Girl at Midnight\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e The sides have been chosen and the battle lines drawn. \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Echo awakened the Firebird. Now she is the only one with the power to face the darkness she unwittingly unleashed . . . right into the waiting hands of Tanith, the new Dragon Prince. Tanith has one goal in mind: destroy her enemies, raze their lands, and reign supreme in a new era where the Drakharin are almighty and the Avicen are nothing but a memory.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e The war that has been brewing for centuries is finally imminent. But the scales are tipped. Echo might hold the power to face the darkness within the Dragon Prince, but she has far to go to master its overwhelming force. And now she’s plagued by uncertainty. With Caius no longer by her side, she doesn’t know if she can do it alone. Is she strong enough to save her home and the people she loves? \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Whether Echo is ready to face this evil is not the question. The war has begun, and there is no looking back. There are only two outcomes possible: triumph or death.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e\u003cu\u003ePraise for the Girl at Midnight series:\u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e“Enthralling and pure magic!”\u003c\/b\u003e —\u003ci\u003eRomantic Times\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e“\u003cb\u003eA must-read.\u003c\/b\u003e”\u003c\/b\u003e —\u003ci\u003ePaste \u003c\/i\u003emagazine\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e“\u003cb\u003eYou are going to love Echo.\u003c\/b\u003e”\u003c\/b\u003e —Bustle.com\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “\u003cb\u003eFast-paced,\u003c\/b\u003e action-packed, and full of laughs.” —Nerdist.com\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e★ “Sparks fly. . . . \u003cb\u003eWill please fans of Cassandra Clare and \u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eGame of Thrones\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003e watchers with its remarkable world building; richly developed characters;\u003c\/b\u003e and themes of family, power, loyalty, and romance.” —\u003ci\u003eBooklist,\u003c\/i\u003e Starred Review\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e“An action- and angst-packed installment reminiscent of \u003ci\u003eBuffy\u003c\/i\u003e and Neil Gaiman’s \u003ci\u003eNeverwhere\u003c\/i\u003e.”\u003c\/b\u003e —\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cu\u003ePraise for the Girl at Midnight series:\u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e“Inventive, gorgeous and epic.”\u003c\/b\u003e —Danielle Paige, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eDorothy Must Die\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “A stunning debut. . . . \u003cb\u003eEqual parts atmosphere and adventure,\u003c\/b\u003e Melissa Grey’s \u003ci\u003eThe Girl at Midnight\u003c\/i\u003e is positively divine.” —Victoria Schwab, author of \u003ci\u003eA Darker Shade of Magic\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e“Catnip for fans of Cassandra Clare.”\u003c\/b\u003e —BookPage.com\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e“An action- and angst-packed installment reminiscent of \u003ci\u003eBuffy\u003c\/i\u003e and Neil Gaiman’s \u003ci\u003eNeverwhere\u003c\/i\u003e.”\u003c\/b\u003e —\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e★ “Sparks fly. . . . \u003cb\u003eWill please fans of Cassandra Clare and \u003ci\u003eGame of Thrones\u003c\/i\u003e watchers with its remarkable world building; richly developed characters;\u003c\/b\u003e and themes of family, power, loyalty, and romance.” —\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e, Starred\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e“A must-read.”\u003c\/b\u003e —\u003ci\u003ePaste \u003c\/i\u003emagazine\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e“You are going to love Echo.”\u003c\/b\u003e —Bustle.com\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “\u003cb\u003eA feisty heroine\u003c\/b\u003e, fun supporting characters, a mission to save the world, and some seriously spicy romance.” —\u003ci\u003eSLJ\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Catnip \u003cb\u003efor fans of Cassandra Clare.\u003c\/b\u003e” —BookPage.com \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “\u003cb\u003eFast-paced,\u003c\/b\u003e action-packed, and full of laughs.” —Nerdist.com\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “\u003cb\u003eEnthralling and pure magic,\u003c\/b\u003e Grey’s debut is delightful!” —\u003ci\u003eRomantic Times\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “\u003cb\u003eA page-turner\u003c\/b\u003e—I was hooked from start to finish.” —\u003ci\u003eLatina \u003c\/i\u003emagazineMelissa Grey was born and raised in New York City. She wrote her first short story at the age of twelve and hasn’t stopped writing since. After earning a degree in fine arts at Yale University, she embarked on an adventure of global proportions and discovered a secret talent for navigating subway systems in just about any language. She works as a freelance writer in New York City. She is the author of the Girl at Midnight series: \u003ci\u003eThe Girl at Midnight, The Shadow Hour,\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eThe Savage Dawn\u003c\/i\u003e. To learn more about Melissa, visit melissa-grey.com, follow @meligrey on Twitter, and look for melissagrey_ on Instagram.PROLOGUE\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e It had been so hungry for so long.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Hungry and cold, wandering the abyss, alone and unmoored. A solitary shadow lost in a dark sea.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e No, It had not been hungry. Hungry was too gentle a word for what It had felt. It had been ravenous. There was a great, yawning chasm inside It that ached to be filled.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e But there was nothing with which It could soothe Its hunger, slake Its thirst. There was just the nothing in which It was suspended. Trapped. Caged. It was the only thing that existed, adrift in all that nothing. It, and the bright shining Light of Its seal. The bars of Its cage glowed with a warmth upon which It wanted to burn Itself. But try as It might, It could not reach the light. The light remained, like an end to Its long torment, out of Its grasp.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Until one day, the Light went out.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It did not understand where the Light had gone, but It felt a release the moment the Light disappeared. Like air rushing into a vacuum. The Light had departed and the Darkness inched forward, through the void, waiting to be burned. Waiting for the Light to reappear, casting It back into the solace of the shadows, but there was nothing.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Nothing. Except a door, left ajar in the Light’s wake.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It rushed through the opening left in the absence of the Light and broke free of the cage It had known for so long that It had forgotten there was anything else in the world.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And, oh, what a world it was.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It had forgotten what it felt like to be free, to be able to soar across the skies, as unstoppable as a storm. Like a wild beast It fed on the first thing It found, a village filled with life and love. It devoured that place, shrouding it in darkness, but the meal was a small one, which only served to whet Its appetite for more.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e There were lights and sounds and people. The people It favored so. Their screams were delicious, coating the insides of Its empty belly, easing the growling ache that had taken up permanent residence  there.  It had been so empty, but now . . . now, It could feast. It gorged Itself on the things It found, yet still, It felt a tug.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The Light was not gone. Not truly. Not completely. The Light was there, somewhere, in the world—the great, wide world, with its sumptuous offerings and delectable woes— and It realized now what the Light had been. Not solely a cage—though it had been that—but a complement. A companion. They needed one another to exist. It had despised the Light. Hated it with every particle of Its being, and that hate had sustained It, but without the Light, there was no counterpoint to Its existence. No balance.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And so It sought out the Light. Sniffed out where its presence was strongest. Through this world It floated, drawn to places where that other thing burned brightest. There, It planted Its seeds of sorrow, drank Its fill from the dead and dying. Another feast It had found, this one a familiar taste, so like the little beasts that had locked It away, all those eons ago. It took particular delight in the flavor of the suffering. The pain almost sated the hunger. Almost, but not quite. There was still something missing. Something vital.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e But try as It might, It could not tether Itself to the world. It did not belong. It was other, like the Light. But the Light had found a place to call home. A port at which to anchor. It had nothing. Nothing but a vague sense of self-awareness. Of the things that were It and not It. It wandered the world, as lost as a frightened child, until It heard her calling Its name.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It had forgotten that It even had a name.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Her shout was the roar of a dragon, all fire and smoke and ash. It could smell the blood in which she bathed, and It shivered with anticipation. It fed on death and woe, and that was what she brought with her. Across the unfathomable distance of the void, It felt her cry, her longing, and It strained to find her, to reach for the feast she had prepared for It.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It answered her call with one of Its own: \u003ci\u003eWho are you?\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It sensed the moment she heard Its voice, cutting through the sound of the screams of those she betrayed. She paused, her sword dripping with the blood of sacrifice.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eI am Tanith\u003c\/i\u003e, she said. \u003ci\u003eI am the Dragon Prince.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e That was not the answer It craved. Names were meaningless in the abyss, and titles even more so. Darkness desired no label. It repeated Its query, delivering it with enough force to make her stumble, despite the distance that divided them.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003eWho are you?\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It needed to know. It needed to be sure.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She seemed to understand then.  \u003ci\u003eI am death\u003c\/i\u003e, she said, her voice echoing across the distance. \u003ci\u003eI am destruction. I am yours and you are mine. Come to me, kuçedra. Come to me and give me your strength.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Her want was so fierce. It knew, with stunning clarity, what she yearned for: power for herself, for her people, enough to remake the world in her image, to destroy everything that wasn’t what she wanted. The magnitude of her hunger matched Its own. Her desire was a beacon, and It followed that beacon to shore.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Kuçedra. That was Its name. It was a fine name, a name to be feared. It was this name she called out, allowing herself to find It, for It to find her. Perhaps there was power in names after all.","brand":"Delacorte Press","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46299917975781,"sku":"NP9780385744690","price":17.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780385744690.jpg?v=1767741335","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/the-savage-dawn-isbn-9780385744690","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}