Rowan and Citra take opposite stances on the morality of the Scythedom, putting them at odds, in this chilling sequel to the Printz Honor Book "Scythe" from the "New York Times"-bestselling author of the Unwind dystology.
"Intelligent and entertaining." --Kirkus Reviews (starred review) "Even better than the first book." --School Library Journal (starred review) Rowan and Citra take opposite stances on the morality of the Scythedom, p
Neal Shusterman is the New York Times bestselling author of more than thirty award-winning books for children, teens, and adults, including the Unwind dystology, the Skinjacker trilogy, Downsiders, and Challenger Deep, which won the National Book Award. Scythe, the first book in his series Arc of a Scythe is a Michael L. Printz Honor Book. He also writes screenplays for motion pictures and television shows. Neal is the father of four, all of whom are talented writers and artists themselves. Visit Neal at StoryMan.com and Facebook.com/NealShusterman.
"Interweaving heady questions of morality, responsibility, loyalty, and power, Shusterman builds to a devastatingly intense conclusion that sends the characters and larger world into terrifying new territory."--Publishers Weekly *STARRED REVIEW
"Shusterman widens the already impressive scope of his near-future utopia while also keeping a deft finger on the pulse of our own turbulent times. Exceptionally clear-eyed and brutal in its execution."--Booklist, *STARRED REVIEW
"This sequel digs deeper into Shusterman's complex world and complicated characters... relish this intelligent and entertaining blend of dark humor and high death tolls."--Kirkus, *STARRED REVIEW
"This sequel digs deeper into Shusterman's complex world and complicated characters... relish this intelligent and entertaining blend of dark humor and high death tolls."
Thunderhead How fortunate am I among the sentient to know my purpose. I serve humankind. I am the child who has become the parent. The creation that aspires toward creator. They have given me the designation of Thunderhead--a name that is, in some ways, appropriate, because I am "the cloud," evolved into something far more dense and complex. And yet it is also a faulty analogy. A thunderhead threatens. A thunderhead looms. Surely I spark with lightning, but my lightning never strikes. Yes, I possess the ability to wreak devastation on humanity, and on the Earth if I chose to, but why would I choose such a thing? Where would be the justice in that? I am, by definition, pure justice, pure loyalty. This world is a flower I hold in my palm. I would end my own existence rather than crush it. --The Thunderhead