A freak accident at Chloe's seventeenth birthday party reveals her psychic abilities, and the community responds by condemning her as a witch who must be burned alive. As she attempts to escape across the dystopian, war-ravaged territory of her home...
Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
"THEY'LL CANE US IN PUBLIC if we get caught," Miranda whispered.
"So stay home," Chloe told her friend. "I'm only going to turn seventeen once. I won't let the threat of the rod spoil this day."
Although birthday celebrations had been outlawed, the Commission considered them a minor transgression, so participants were generally spared the harsher punishments such as permanent mutilation. All the same, a caning was nothing to scoff at since the Officer of Public Corrections tended to dispense justice with such a firm hand that offenders weren't able to sit on their backsides for weeks.
"Don't pretend they went to all the effort of putting on this party just for you," Miranda said. "Besides, the real reason you want to go is to make sure that Lillian doesn't get her hands on Wayne."
"If Wayne is stupid enough to fall for Lillian, then she can have him," Chloe countered, annoyed that her friend would hit her with the stinging truth. Miranda was right. The party had been planned to honor Lillian. The fact that she was the mayor's daughter while Wayne was the sheriff's son had given the town's teenagers enough courage to stage the secret event. Because of their parents' influence, everyone assumed that if caught, the authorities would go lightly on all the participants. It was dumb luck that Chloe happened to share a birthday with Lillian. But she wasn't about to let that unfortunate detail interfere with such a rare occasion for amusement, nor with her ability to celebrate tonight's party as though it had been thrown for her own benefit.
