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“Well, I won’t have bridesmaids,”
“I’ll simply have to do it myself. The whole lot of you are worthless. I’m getting new maids tomorrow. This time I mean it.”
“Calluses. They’re from pressing down on violin strings four hours a day.” “I’ve never noticed them before.” “Do they bother you?” I was the lowest caste of the six girls left, and I doubted any of them had hands like mine.
“Promise me that even if I get married to a nobody Eight in an alley somewhere, you’ll be there.”
It was impossible. I had to choose. Aspen or Maxon.
The war in New Asia has been going on for years. I think one or two rounds of inflated drafts would give us the numbers we need to end it.”
“Twos can afford to pay their way out of the draft, so I’m sure Lady Celeste has never seen what it does when families lose their only sons. Taking more would be devastating, particularly for the lowest castes, who tend to have larger families and need every member to work in order to survive.”
why can you pay your way out of a draft . the way this is worded makes it seem like you can legally pay your way out of a draft
The United States was invaded at the beginning of the Third World War after they couldn’t repay their crippling debt to China. Instead of getting money, which the United States didn’t have, the Chinese set up a government here, creating the American State of China and using the Americans as labor. Eventually the United States rebelled—not only against China, but also against the Russians, who were trying to steal the labor force set up by the Chinese—joining with Canada, Mexico, and several other Latin countries to form one country. That was the Fourth World War, and—while we survived it,
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I had hoped Kota might be getting over his caste climbing and learn to be content with the success he had.
Elise’s Asian heritage was being taken full advantage of. Her silken dress was an exaggeration of the demure ones she tended to favor. The draping sleeves were incredibly dramatic, and I was in awe of her ability to walk with the ornate headdress she was wearing. Elise didn’t typically stand out, but tonight she looked lovely, almost regal.
one guard so bold as to put on a lady’s dress.
Though the whole thing should be archaic and wrong, it worked.
“Sounds like you get along well with most everyone. Someone even said that during the last attack you took your maids with you to the hiding place for the royal family. Is that true?” He sounded amazed. At the time, it seemed like a completely normal thing to protect the girls I loved, but to everyone else it came across as daring or strange. “I couldn’t leave them behind,” I explained. He shook his head in awe. “You’re a true lady, miss.” I blushed. “Thank you.”
Fern was a Six, and sometimes we got help from her when Aspen’s mom was too busy to fit us in. Her sixteenth birthday party came about seven months after Aspen and I had started dating. We were both invited, and it wasn’t much of a party. A cake and water, the radio turned on because she didn’t own any music discs, and the lights dimmed in her unfinished basement.
Marlee was forced to kneel in front of the large wooden block as a man ripped the coat from her back. Her wrists were bound down to the loops on either side, palms up.
“Marlee Tames and Carter Woodwork, you are both hereby stripped of your castes. You are the lowest of the low. You are Eights!”
“America?” Maxon said quietly. I didn’t answer. He shut the door and walked across the room to stand by my bed. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t have a choice.”
“America, I know you’re upset, but please? I told you; you’re the only one. Please don’t do this.” “Maxon,” I said slowly, “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can do this. I could never stand by and watch someone get hurt like that, knowing it was my judgment that sent them there. I can’t be a princess.”
What an idiot I’d been. I’d almost given up the one person in the world who really knew me, really loved me. Aspen and I had been building a life together, and the Selection nearly destroyed it. Aspen was home. Aspen was safe.
“One girl came in with her feet bleeding after someone slipped glass in her shoes in the night. We can’t prove it was Celeste, but who else would do something so mean?”