Marie Lu has been “touring” online, giving excerpts from the upcoming sequel to Legend, Prodigy. I’ve collected the excerpts that have been out, and I will continue to do so until the tour is over.
Obviously, there will be spoilers, as excerpts are directly from the book.
Here is the official synopsis for Prodigy:
June and Day arrive in Vegas just as the unthinkable happens: the Elector Primo dies, and his son Anden takes his place. With the Republic edging closer to chaos, the two join a group of Patriot rebels eager to help Day rescue his brother and offer passage to the Colonies. They have only one request—June and Day must assassinate the new Elector.
It’s their chance to change the nation, to give voice to a people silenced for too long.
But as June realizes this Elector is nothing like his father, she’s haunted by the choice ahead. What if Anden is a new beginning? What if revolution must be more than loss and vengeance, anger and blood—what if the Patriots are wrong?
In this highly-anticipated sequel, Lu delivers a breathtaking thriller with high stakes and cinematic action.
Excerpt #15 – the final stop
“You want our help, Day, but I seem to remember you declining our invitations to join us. Several times.”
I realize that Razor is waiting again for me to respond. “I wasn’t entirely comfortable with your organization’s body count,” I offer.
“But now apparently you are,” Razor says. – Day, page 27
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“You’re not a random girl on the street,” I snap. “You’re Tess.”
Her eyes flash at me and she takes her frustration out on her lip, biting it so hard that she draws blood. “ I don’t understand you, Day.” Each word hits me with measured force. “I don’t understand you at all, but I’m going to try to help you anyway. Can you really not see how your precious June has changed your life?” – Day, page 229
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Now’s as good a time as any, I think. I reach up and pull my cap off, letting my white-blond hair tumble loose. One of the soldiers turns his head up fast enough to see me dart out of the window crevice and turn the corner from the second-floor ledge. “Did you see that?” someone shouts incredulously. “Was that Day?” As I jam my feet into the spaces of old bricks and pull myself up to the third floor, the soldiers’ tones go from confused to angry. – Day, page 197
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I try to imagine what it must’ve once been like, a time when there wasn’t a Republic or Colonies and a single country covered North America. “And no one knows they’re here?”Kaede snorts. “You think we’d be using these if the Republic knew about them? Not even the Colonies know. But they’re great for Patriot missions.” – Day, page 113
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I look around in surprise. I’ve never been inside a real Republic barrack before, but this one must be reserved for officers – there’s no way they’d use this to house regular soldiers. First off, it’s not a long room with rows of bunk beds. It could be an upscale apartment for one or two officials. There are electric lights on the ceiling and in the lamps. Marble tiles of silver and cream cover the floor, the walls are painted in alternating shades of off-white and a deep wine color, and the couches and tables have thick red rugs cushioning their legs. A small monitor sits flush against one of the walls, mutely showing the same newsreel that’s playing on the JumboTrons outside. – Day, page 23
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“Is Day alive?” a boy calls out. He’s probably older than I am, barely out of his teens, but so skinny and short that he could pass for my age if one didn’t pay attention to his face.
I lift my head and smile. – June, page 130
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But then I think of June. If June knows a reason s why we should protect him from the Patriots, and believes it enough to risk her life – and mine – then I’m going to trust her. If I refused, I’d be breaking ties with her forever. Can I live with that? The thought of that chills me to the bone. I point down the street toward the explosion, and do something I never thought I’d do in my whole life. – Day, page unlisted
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Stretching out before us, peeking through the gaps between the military buildings, is a city: tall, shining skyscrapers reaching up through the low clouds and delicate snow, and each building illuminated by beautiful blue lights that pour from almost every window and every floor. Fighter jets line the skyscrapers’ rooftops. The entire landscape is aglow. – Day, page 282
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Excerpt #7 – Release Day!
My guards lead me into my own private railcar, a car so luxurious that I know I’m in here only because Anden insisted on it. It’s twice as long as the standard railcars (a good nine hundred square feet, with six velvet curtains and Anden’s ever present portrait hanging against the right wall). The guards lead me to the center table of the car, then pull out a seat for me. I feel a strange detachment from it all, like none of it is quite real – it’s as if I were exactly where I used to be, a wealthy girl taking her rightful place amongst the Republic’s elite. – June, page 209
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I just sit and think about Commander Jameson’s expression. Of all the Republic officers I’ve come across, except maybe for Chian, only Commander Jameson’s eyes can freeze me to my core. I fight down the memory of how she’d ordered my mother’s death – and John’s execution. If Thomas has June under arrest, what will Commander Jameson do to her? – Day, page 87
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Day scoots the blanket aside. Underneath, there are plates of smooth metal (steel and titanium) where his wound used to be. The Medic also replaced his bad knee with an artificial one, and now a good third of his leg is metallic. He reminds me of the soldiers who come back from the warfront, with their synthetic hands and arms and legs, metal where skin used to be. – June, page 66
“You brought my family into this!” he yells. “Into all of this! You and your beloved Republic!” Day spreads his arms out. “How dare you defend them, how dare you try to reason with yourself over why they are the way they are. It’s so easy for you to say that, isn’t it, when you’ve lived your entire life in one of their high-rise palaces? I bet you wouldn’t be so quick to logic it all out if you’d spent your life digging up trash to eat in the slums. Would you?” – Day, page 266
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Unlike Los Angeles, Vegas runs the national pledge five times a day – all the JumboTrons will pause in whatever ads or news they’re showing, replace them with enormous images of Elector Primo, and then play the following on the city’s speaker systems: I pledge allegiance to the flag of the great Republic of America, to our Elector Primo, to our glorious states, to unity against the Colonies, to our impending victory!
Not long ago, I used to recite that pledge every morning and afternoon with the same enthusiasm as anyone else, determined to keep the east coast Colonies from taking control of our precious west coast land. – June, page 11
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My heart flips in excitement at the desire in his voice – but at the same time, the technical part of my brain instantly flares up. Highly improbable, it scoffs. A month ago, he didn’t even know I existed. So I blurt out, “No you don’t. Not yet.”
Day furrows his eyebrows, as if I’d hurt him. “I mean it,” he says against my lips. – June, p 37
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Then I picture the new Elector’s portrait and an older June standing beside him as the future Princeps of the Senate. On the arm of the wealthiest man in the Republic. And what am I, some dirty street con with two Notes in his pocket, thinking I’ll actually be able to hand on to this girl after spending a few weeks with her? Besides, have I already forgotten that June once belonged to an elite family – that she was mingling with people like the young Elector at fancy dinner parties and banquets back when I was still hunting for food in Lake’s trash bins? – Day, page 51
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