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suddenly immobile, as if her veins had solidified within her As if, were she tipped over, she would fall to the floor and shatter May I enter, Mrs Terranova The visitors tone of voice gave him away Resonant and inevitable, like the dull toll of an iron bell, confident in the ability of its peal to reach all those who needed reaching Citra knew before she even saw him that it was a scythe My god A scythe has come to our home Yes, yes of course, come in Citras mother stepped aside to allow him entryas if she were the visitor and not the other way around He stepped over the threshold, his soft slipper like shoes making no sound on the parquet floor His multilayered robe was smooth ivory linen, and although it reached so low as to dust the floor, there was not a spot of dirt on it anywhere A scythe, Citra knew, could choose the color of his or her robeevery color except for black, for it was considered inappropriate for their job Black was an absence of light, and scythes were the opposite Luminous and enlightened, they were acknowledged as the very best of humanitywhich is why they were chosen for the job Some scythe robes were bright, some muted They looked like the rich, flowing robes of Renaissance angels, both heavy yet lighter than air The unique style of scythes robes, regardless of the fabric and color, made them easy to spot in public, which made them easy to avoidif avoidance was what a person wanted Just as many were drawn to them The color of the robe often said a lot about a scythes personality This scythes ivory robe was pleasant, and far enough from true white not to assault the eye with its brightness But none of this changed the fact of who and what he was He pulled off his hood to reveal neatly cut gray hair, a mournful face red cheeked from the chilly day, and dark eyes that seemed themselves almost to be weapons Citra stood Not out of respect, but out of fear Shock She tried not to hyperventilate She tried not to let her knees buckle beneath her They were betraying her by wobbling, so she forced fortitude to her legs, tightening her muscles Whatever the scythes purpose here, he would not see her crumble You may close the door, he said to Citras mother, who did so, although Citra could see how difficult it was for her A scythe in the foyer could still turn around if the door was open The moment that door was closed, he was truly, truly inside ones home He looked around, spotting Citra immediately He offered a smile Hello, Citra, he said The fact that he knew her name froze her just as solidly as his appearance had frozen her mother Dont be rude, her mother said, too quickly Say hello to our guest Good day, Your Honor Hi, said her younger brother, Ben, who had just come to his bedroom door, having heard the deep peal of the scythes voice Ben was barely able to squeak out the one word greeting He looked to Citra and to their mother, thinking the same thing they were all thinking Who has he come for Will it be me Or will I be left to suffer the loss I smelled something inviting in the hallway, the scythe said, breathing in the aroma Now I see I was right in thinking it came from this apartment Just baked ziti, Your Honor Nothing special Until this moment, Citra had never known her mother to be so timid Thats good, said the scythe, because I require nothing special Then he sat on the sofa and waited patiently for dinner Was it too much to believe that the man was here for a meal and nothing After all, scythes had to eat somewhere Customarily, restaurants never charged them for food, but that didnt mean a home cooked meal was not desirable There were rumors of scythes who required their victims to prepare them a meal before being gleaned Is that what was happening here Whatever his intentions, he kept them to himself, and they had no choice but to give him whatever he wanted Will he spare a life here today if the food is to his taste, Citra wondered No surprise that people bent over backwards to please scythes in every possible way Hope in the shadow of fear is the worlds most powerful motivator Citras mother brought him something to drink at his request, and now labored to make sure tonights dinner was the finest she had ever served Cooking was not her specialty Usually she would return home from work just in time to throw something quick together for them Tonight their lives might just rest on her questionable culinary skills And their father Would he be home in time, or would a gleaning in his family take place in his absence As terrified as Citra was, she did not want to leave the scythe alone with his own thoughts, so she went into the living room with him Ben, who was clearly as fascinated as he was fearful, sat with her The man finally introduced himself as Honorable Scythe Faraday I uh did a report on Faraday for school once, Ben said, his voice cracking only once You picked a pretty cool scientist to name yourself after Scythe Faraday smiled I like to think I chose an appropriate Patron Historic Like many scientists, Michael Faraday was underappreciated in his life, yet our world would not be what it is without him I think I have you in my scythe card collection, Ben went on I have almost all the MidMerican scythesbut you were younger in the picture The man seemed perhaps sixty, and although his hair had gone gray, his goatee was still salt and pepper It was rare for a person to let themselves reach such an age before resetting back to a youthful self Citra wondered how old he truly was How long had he been charged with ending lives Do you look your true age, or are you at the far end of time by choice Citra asked Citra Her mother nearly dropped the casserole she had just taken out of the oven What a question to ask I like direct questions, the scythe said They show an honesty of spirit, so I will give an honest answer I admit to having turned the corner four times My natural age is somewhere near one hundred eighty, although I forget the exact number Of late Ive chosen this venerable appearance because I find that those I glean take comfort from it Then he laughed They think me wise Is that why youre here Ben blurted To glean one of us Scythe Faraday offered an unreadable smile Im here for dinner Citras father arrived just as dinner was about to be served Her mom had apparently informed him of the situation, so he was much emotionally prepared than the rest of them had been As soon as he entered, he went straight over to Scythe Faraday to shake his hand, and pretended to be far jovial and inviting than he truly must have been The meal was awkwardmostly silence punctuated by the occasional comment by the scythe You have a lovely home What flavorful lemonade This may be the best baked ziti in all of MidMerica Even though everything he said was complimentary, his voice registered like a seismic shock down everyones spine I havent seen you in the neighborhood, Citras father finally said I dont suppose you would have, he answered I am not the public figure that some other scythes choose to be Some scythes prefer the spotlight, but to truly do the job right, it requires a level of anonymity Right Citra bristled at the very idea Theres a right way to glean Well, he answered, there are certainly wrong ways, and said nothing about it He just ate his ziti As the meal neared its close, he said, Tell me about yourselves It wasnt a question or a request It could only be read as a demand Citra wasnt sure whether this was part of his little dance of death, or if he was genuinely interested He knew their names before he entered the apartment, so he probably already knew all the things they could tell him Then why ask I work in historical research, her father said Im a food synthesis engineer, said her mother The scythe raised his eyebrows And yet you cooked this from scratch She put down her fork All from synthesized ingredients Yes, but if we can synthesize anything, he offered, why do we still need food synthesis engineers Citra could practically see the blood drain from her mothers face It was her father who rose to defend his wifes existence Theres always room for improvement Yeahand Dads work is important, too Ben said What, historical research The scythe waved his fork dismissing the notion The past never changesand from what I can see, neither does the future While her parents and brother were perplexed and troubled by his comments, Citra understood the point he was making The growth of civilization was complete Everyone knew it When it came to the human race, there was no left to learn Nothing about our own existence to decipher Which meant that no one person was important than any other In fact, in the grand scheme of things, everyone was equally useless Thats what he was saying, and it infuriated Citra, because on a certain level, she knew he was right Citra was well known for her temper It often arrived before reason, and left only after the damage was done Tonight would be no exception Why are you doing this If youre here to glean one of us, just get it over with and stop torturing us Her mother gasped, and her father pushed back his chair as if ready to get up and physically remove her from the room Citra, what are you doing Now her mothers voice was quivering Show respect No Hes here, hes going to do it, so let him do it Its not like he hasnt decided Ive heard that scythes always make up their mind before they enter a home, isnt that right The scythe was unperturbed by her outburst Some do, some dont, he said gently We each have our own way of doing things By now Ben was crying Dad put his arm around him, but the boy was inconsolable Yes, scythes must glean, Faraday said, but we also must eat, and sleep, and have simple conversation Citra grabbed his empty plate away from him Well, the meals done, so you can leave Then her father approached him He fell to his knees Her father was actually on his knees to this man Please, Your Honor, forgive her I take full responsibility for her behavior The scythe stood An apology isnt necessary Its refreshing to be challenged You have no idea how tedious it gets the pandering, the obsequious flattery, the endless parade of sycophants A slap in the face is bracing It reminds me that Im human Then he went to the kitchen and grabbed the largest, sharpest knife he could find He swished it back and forth, getting a feel for how it cut through the air Bens wails grew, and his fathers grip tightened on him The scythe approached their mother Citra was ready to hurl herself in front of her to block the blade, but instead of swinging the knife, the man held out his other hand Kiss my ring No one was expecting this, least of all Citra Citras mother stared at him, shaking her head, not willing to believe Youre youre granting me immunity For your kindness and the meal you served, I grant you one year immunity from gleaning No scythe may touch you But she hesitated Grant it to my children instead Still the scythe held out his ring to her It was a diamond the size of his knuckle with a dark core It was the same ring all scythes wore I am offering it to you, not them But Jenny, just do it insisted their father And so she did She knelt, kissed his ring, her DNA was read and was transmitted to the Scythedoms immunity database In an instant the world knew that Jenny Terranova was safe from gleaning for the next twelve months The scythe looked to his ring, which now glowed faintly red, indicating that the person before him had immunity from gleaning He grinned, satisfied And finally he told them the truth Im here to glean your neighbor, Bridget Chadwell, Scythe Faraday informed them But she was not yet home And I was hungry He gently touched Ben on the head, as if delivering some sort of benediction It seemed to calm him Then the scythe moved to the door, the knife still in his hand, leaving no question as to the method of their neighbors gleaning But before he left, he turned to Citra You see through the facades of the world, Citra Terranova Youd make a good scythe Citra recoiled Id never want to be one That, he said, is the first requirement Then he left to kill their neighbor They didnt speak of it that night No one spoke of gleaningsas if speaking about it might bring it upon them There were no sounds from next door No screams, no pleading wailsor perhaps the Terranovas TV was turned up too loud to hear it That was the first thing Citras father did once the scythe leftturn on the TV and blast it to drown out the gleaning on the other side of the wall But it was unnecessary, because however the scythe accomplished his task, it was done quietly Citra found herself straining to hear somethinganything Both she and Ben discovered in themselves a morbid curiosity that made them both secretly ashamed An hour later, Honorable Scythe Faraday returned It was Citra who opened the door His ivory robe held not a single splatter of blood Perhaps he had a spare one Perhaps he had used the neighbors washing machine after her gleaning The knife was clean, too, and he handed it to Citra We dont want it, Citra told him, feeling pretty sure she could speak for her parents on the matter Well never use it again But you must use it, he insisted, so that it might remind you Remind us of what That a scythe is merely the instrument of death, but it is your hand that swings me You and your parents, and everyone else in this world are the wielders of scythes Then he gently put the knife in her hands We are all accomplices You must share the responsibility That may have been true, but after he was gone Citra still dropped the knife into the trash.Elegant and elegiac, brooding but imbued with gallows humor, Shustermans dark tale thrusts realistic, likeable teens into a surreal situation and raises deep philosophic questions A thoughtful and thrilling story of life, death, and meaning Kirkus Reviews Shusterman is no stranger to pushing boundaries Scythe owes an obvious debt to Unwind 2007 and its sequels, and this succeeds as a sort of shadow companion to Patrick Ness Chaos Walking trilogy instead of exploring the ways in which men are monsters, this deals in what happens to men when there are no monsters When our reach does not exceed our grasp, when comfort is easily obtained than struggle, when our essential humanity doesnt burn out but becomes slowly irrelevant, what becomes of us Readers will find many things in these pages Answers to such unsettling questions will not be among them Maggie Reagan Booklist, STARRED REVIEW Scythe Arc of a Scythe, by Neal Shusterman Scythe has , ratings and reviews Emily May said I struggled with rating because initially liked the concept A post mortality socie Shusterman is New York Times bestselling author than thirty award winning books for children, teens, adults, including The Unwind Dystology, Skinjacker trilogy, Downsiders, Challenger Deep, which won National Book AwardScythe, first book in his newest series Michael L Printz Honor BookHe also writes screenplays motion pictures eBook Gr Up In world humanity conquered death no aging, disease, poverty, war ruled Thunderhead, an omniscient evolution today s cloud, Scythes are only ones who allowed to take human life The Library Corporation LS PAC Log either your Card Number or EZ Login Greetings salutations Your PIN last digits library account phone number Home About Award grew up Brooklyn, York, where he began writing at early age After spending junior senior years high school American School Mexico City, went on UC Irvine, made mark UCI swim team, wrote successful humor column Books Here authors Kass Morgan, Victor Dixen, me famous Caf de Flore, Hemingway old hangout Deep authorHe winner, Boston Globe Horn Book, recipient six starred Bruiser, was Cooperative Children Center CCBC Choice, YALSA Popular Paperbacks Young Adults pick, twelve state lists Thunderhead BN Exclusive Edition Scythe


    • Scythe
    • 2.2
    • 137
    • Format Kindle
    • 449 pages
    • Neal Shusterman
    • Anglais
    • 13 December 2017

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