Astral Tide
Otherborn #2
by Anna Silver
Published: February 28, 2014
Length: approx 280 pages
London and her friends are fugitives in a reprocessed world where anything New is illegal. But as Otherborn, they’re different. They can dream and create, which hasn’t gone unnoticed. After fleeing Capital City with an assassin on their heels, the Otherborn found nothing went according to plan. Now, they are down by two and on the run in the Outroads, but the Tycoons keep mysteriously gaining on them. And seven months later, London is no closer to her promise to go back for Rye, if there is anything left to go back for. But Zen is teaching London that there may be more to her heart than the pieces she left behind, and London can’t help but feel guilty about not looking back since they fled New Eden. Should she hold on to hope that Rye is more than just a memory, or embrace a new life and love with Zen?
In their race to outrun their enemies, one thing is becoming increasingly clear: they can only run for so long. Eventually, they’ll have to face what waits when the road runs out. Eventually, their fates will catch up to them.
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When I read Astral Tide, I was sucked right back into the world of London and her companions Zen, Kim, & Tora. The story of OTHERBORN was still strong in my mind even a year later, so I had no need to re-read book one to pick up this one. It picks up basically where we left off and continues the adventures of London and the other Otherborn.
In the beginning of this book, Rye is still missing, possibly dead, and Zen believes Avery is also. They are constantly on the move, not welcome by any Outroader camp as they seem to keep bringing death and destruction wherever they go.
The pace is gripping, the outlook bleak yet hopeful, and as London and the Otherborn develop "powers", it is a wild ride watching them grow, manage their teenage/new adult emotions, deal with betrayal, and learn who they can and cannot trust...and even if they trust themselves. I like where it is going with the Otherborn and London, Kim, etc., learning to accept one another, too. The dynamics of relationships, the confusing emotions, and kids trying to change the world makes for a kindle-bruising read.
My poor Kindle is especially bruised because...it was ANOTHER cliffhanger! Not even one of those lead up kinds of cliffhangers, but practically mid-conversation/mid-action! I groaned. This book could have been another 200 pages or more and I would have eagerly sat there, ignoring the world, to keep reading and find out what happens next!
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Following the edge of camp, London ran towards the dreamers’ tent. Thinking she heard a shout behind her, she looked back over one shoulder without slowing down. She hit Clark full on before she ever even realized he’d stepped out into her path.
“Where do you think you’re going, freak?” he snarled as his grubby hands clamped around her upper arms.
“We should have killed you when we had the chance,” London replied. Tora had begged for the tracker’s life in the woods outside Capital City. London was beginning to resent the Seer’s bleeding heart.
Clark leered. “Your mistake. As it turns out, I’ll be doing the honors of killing you. You’re the reason for all this trouble, whatever you are. You cost us dozens of lives outside of Capital City, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to let you cost one more.”
London just needed a moment’s distraction to get loose. She mustered all the energy and saliva she could and spat in the scout’s face. He let go of one of her arms to wipe his mug as she’d expected, but before she could free the other, the flat of his palm landed against her cheek with a deafening crack.
London swooned to the right, her eyes blurred with the tears that came unbidden from the force of the blow and a red wave washed over everything in sight. For a moment, she could barely see. It was only the small click of the pistol as Eric cocked it that alerted London to his presence. Thank god for puppy crushes.
“Let her go,” he said in his deepest, most commanding voice, which was tough for a thirteen-year-old, but Clark relented.
London darted behind Eric just in time to catch him as Clark knocked the weapon out of his hands and punched him, sending both of them sprawling to the ground.
Clark scrabbled for the gun as Eric turned over quickly to try and do the same, kicking up a whorl of dirt. But London reached into the space between her calf and her boot instead, an eerie calm collecting inside her. By the time Clark was on her again, she was prepared. She let him grab her by an arm and pull her close as he put the black barrel of Eric’s pistol to her head.
She knew, unlike the scout, that Bayou Camp Four hadn’t had an ammo delivery in more than a year. Eric had been carrying that empty pistol since they came to his camp.
“It’s time to send you back to wherever you came from,” Clark growled into her face.
London made her move. With a swift flourish she dug eight inches of sharp, scrapped stainless steel into the Scout’s neck. Blood showered from the wound across her light gray sleeve as Clark screamed and clutched at the knife. Even if he found the strength to pull it out, he was far too late to save himself. The damage was done.
There was no time for her to consider the impact of her actions—that she’d taken a life. There wasn’t even time for her to register how swiftly and perfectly she’d made the kill, too well for a girl who’d never hunted a day in her life. There was only time to move.
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