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The old life is dead. But the old Lena is dead too. I buried her. I left her beyond a fence, behind a wall of smoke and flame. In this electrifying follow-up to her. The second book in Lauren Oliver's New York Times bestselling trilogy about forbidden love, revolution, and the power to choose. In this electrifying follow-up to. pandemonium by Lauren Oliver (delirium#2) pdf free download.


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The new multiple targets ability is good though. The Eldritch Tome ability has great flavor but it replaces any proficiency the character may have with a flat rate. It feels like you're stepping off to the side to play a mini game where your character's stats don't matter. It's just not my kind of ability. The Analysis ability returns, largely unchanged. It's not a bad ability, but it continues to perpetuate the style of investigation that Pandemoniom has always used which is that you roll to see if you find clues.

There's nothing inherently wrong with that but I personally have always preferred the Gumshoe philosophy of give them the clues if they have the skill for it, don't make it a chance. Other than that, I have always felt like Analysis was more complicated than it needs to be. It just seems silly that it takes up, like, 6 times the amount of space as the other two abilities. Surely there must be a way to shorten it.

The new version of drives is pretty cool. Civilians are probably better than how contacts worked. Decay is a neat idea and I think it'll either be great or terrible. It's hard to say without actually trying it out in play. The new stunts are pretty much the same as the old but still good, even if there are fewer. The barren gear section is depressing. But the new point method for weapons is interesting and might make up for it.

The advancement section makes me sad. Is that his real name? Originally comes from one of the homesteads farther south, close to Delaware. Someone down there must have named him. By the time he got up here, he was Roach. I make it through the whole first pancake without feeling queasy, then set the plate on the floor next to the bed.

Raven hesitates for just a fraction of a second. She points to her hair. In the Wilds? For a second she looks almost angry. Then she turns around. She is holding the lantern low so her face is in darkness. Her eyes are two bare reflections, glittering, like black stones in the moonlight.

There is only now, and what comes next. The next morning, I wake up starving. The plate is still there with the second pancake, and I half tumble out of bed reaching for it, banging onto my knees on the cold stone floor. A beetle 21Pandemonium txt ed6.

I flick the insect away, watch it scurry into a corner, and eat the pancake greedily with both hands, sucking on my fin- gers. It saws off only the barest corner of my hunger.

I climb slowly to my feet, leaning on the bed for support. Crouching in the dark, head down, thighs shaking, I am an animal, not even human anymore. I feel like one of the gray herons—with their swollen beaks and bellies, and tiny spindly legs—I used to see sometimes at the cove in Portland, totally out of proportion, lopsided.

My room opens into a long, dark hallway, also windowless, also stone. I can hear people talking and laughing, the sounds of chairs scraping and water sloshing: Food sounds. The hallway is narrow, and I run my hands along the walls as I move forward, getting a sense of my legs and body again. A doorway on my left, missing its door, opens into a large room, stacked, on one side, with medical and cleaning supplies—gauze, tubes and tubes of bacitracin, hundreds of boxes of soap, bandages—and, on the other, with four narrow mattresses laid directly on the floor, heaped with an assortment of clothes and blankets.

A little farther I see another room that 22Pandemonium txt ed6. This one has mattresses laid from wall to wall, covering almost every inch of the floor, so the room looks like an enormous patchwork quilt.

I feel a pang of guilt. It still amazes me to think how wrong I was all those years, when I trusted in rumors and lies. I thought the Invalids were beasts; I thought they would rip me apart. The animals are on the other side of the fence: The hallway takes a sharp left and the voices swell.

I can smell meat cooking now, and my stomach growls loudly. I pass more rooms, some for sleeping, one mostly empty and lined with shelves: Another right and the hallway ends abruptly in a large room, much brighter than the others. A stone basin, similar to the one in my room, runs along one whole wall.

Above it, a long shelf holds a half-dozen battery-operated lanterns, which fill the space with a warm light. In the center of the room are two large, narrow wooden tables, packed with people. As I enter, the conversation stops abruptly: I am wearing nothing more than a large, dirty T-shirt that reaches just to mid-thigh. There are men in the room too, sitting elbow-to-elbow with women—people of all ages, everyone uncured—and it is so strange and upside down, it nearly takes my breath away.

I open my mouth to speak, but nothing emerges. I feel the weight of silence, the heavy burn of all those eyes. Raven comes to my rescue. Another crazy nickname.

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I hug my arms around my waist. Lena needs a place to sit. Make yourself useful. Go check the nests for messages. A girl pops up eagerly, like a jack-in-the-box. She has enor- mous eyes, and a body as tight as a wire. Everyone in the room is skinny, actually—all I see are elbows and shoulders everywhere, edges and angles. Next to it, mismatched plates and platters—and some cutting boards—are stacked haphazardly.

This means actually entering the room, walking past both tables. I stay as close as possible to the sink—just in case I do stumble, I want to be able to reach out and steady myself quickly. The faces in the room are mostly a blur, a wash of color, but a few stand out: I see Blue watching me, wide-eyed; a boy, probably my age, with a crazy thatch of blond hair, who looks like he might start laughing any second; another boy, a little older, scowling; a woman with long auburn hair hanging 25Pandemonium txt ed6.

For a moment our eyes meet and my heart stutters: I think, Mom. Oatmeal, rice, sometimes some bread—whatever grains we have left.

Boil the shit out of it, and there you go. Behind me, at the tables, people have started talking again. The room fills with the low buzz of conversation, and I start to feel slightly better; at least that means some of the attention is off me.

Roach brought home a present last night. Inside is golden-brown meat, seared, crispy: Anything would be better than hav- ing to sit down among all those strangers. Sarah must sense my anxiety. This, too, is surprising. In Portland, in bordered communities, everyone is very careful about touching. Even Hana and I hardly ever hugged or put our arms around each other, and she was my best friend. A cramp runs through me, and I double over, almost drop- ping my plate.

I notice that he, like Raven, has a proce- dural mark behind his left ear, and like hers, it must be fake. Only uncureds live in the Wilds; only people who have cho- sen, or been forced, to flee the bordered cities. A whole lifetime of fears and warn- ings beat through me, and words flash rapidly in my mind: I take a deep breath, try to ignore the bad feeling. Those are Portland words, old words; they, like the old me, have been left behind the fence.

The boy smirks again. Sarah slides onto the bench and pats the empty space next to her, which Squirrel has just vacated. I sit down, keeping my eyes on my plate.

I can feel everyone watching me again. At least the conversation continues, a comforting blanket of noise. The blond guy does laugh then, loud and long. So does Sarah. No nothing. Just eat. One of them, a grizzled, gray-haired man who must be at least seventy, nods at me, and I drop my eyes quickly. My whole body is hot with embar- rassment. I take the piece of rabbit with my hands, tear a tiny bit of flesh from the bone.

And then I think I really might cry: Never in my whole life has anything tasted this good. Suddenly I forget about the roomful of strangers and all the people watching me.

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I tear at the rabbit like an animal. I shovel up a bit of slop with my fingers, suck them into my mouth. Even that tastes good to me. Aunt Carol would absolutely flip if she could see me. All too soon the plate is clean, except for a few bones. I drag the back of my hand across my mouth. I feel a surge of nausea and I close my eyes, willing it away.

I can feel their bodies, and smell them, too: I keep my eyes closed, and as the room empties, the nausea subsides somewhat. Sarah is still sitting next to me. She has brought one leg to her chest, on the bench, and is hugging her knee. In this pose, she actually looks her age.

And afterward, Sarah, you can take her up. You might as well get a feel for the homestead, Lena. I wonder how old she is. She speaks with such easy command, even though she must be younger than half the Invalids here. I think, Hana would like her, and the pain returns, knifing just below my ribs.

Raven catches me and laughs. But washing dishes in the Wilds is another story. Sarah leads me back through the hall, to one of the rooms I passed on my way to the kitchen.

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I feel a twist of anxiety—for her, for Blue, for everyone here, all that bone and thinness. She hefts one up by its handle with both hands, grunting. I find, to my embarrassment, that I can barely lift one of the smallest buckets.

I heave the bucket in the air again, advance forward a few halting steps, place it on the ground, rest. Heave, shuffle, ground, rest. A mile, a mile and a half, tops.

The Cocheco crosses into Rochester and then out again. Then she stands up, nodding once. Before I can offer to help, Sarah hefts herself onto the basin— balancing carefully on its rim, like a gymnast—and stands, removing the pot from the shelf. Then she hops off the sink, landing soundlessly.

Everything takes time. While we wait for the water 32Pandemonium txt ed6. Grandpa, the oldest; Lu, short for Lucky, who lost a finger to a bad infection but man- aged to keep her life, and the rest of her limbs, intact; Bram, short for Bramble, who appeared miraculously in the Wilds one day, in the middle of a tangle of brambles and thorns, as though deposited there by wolves. When she first came to the Wilds seven years ago with her older sister, she begged the homesteaders to give her a cool new name.

I think briefly of my sis- ter, Rachel—not the Rachel I left behind, the cured one, all blank and curtained off, but the Rachel I can still remember from my childhood—and then let the image skitter away.

She left the homestead earlier in the summer; joined the R. More names: She is worrying the fabric of her T-shirt, which is worn so thin it is practically translucent. She giggles. I was closer to Alex then. He was just on the other side of that long, black tunnel. I could have walked through its blackness; I could have found him again.

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Process, agonizingly slow: We fill up one of the basins with the hot water, and Sarah measures soap into the sink slowly, not wasting a drop. Everything gets used, reused, rationed, measured. She loves Raven, I can tell. Where did she come from before? We wash the dishes without speaking. She leads me to a small room I mistook for one of the bed- rooms before.

There are clothes strewn everywhere, masses of them, all over the floor and shelves. Every inch of floor space is covered in fabric. The zombies lied, just like they lie about everything else. Raven says they might as well be zombies. She says the cure turns people stupid.

Free from love is close to God. The cure was supposed to free us from extreme emo- tions, bring us clarity of thought and feeling. Sarah shrugs. And if you care, you love. But finally she shrugs and swivels to face the wall. The T-shirt is soft and comfortable.

Most people in the Wilds go without dur- ing the summer, and Sarah proudly shows me the bottoms of her feet, which are brown and hardened with calluses. When I kneel down to lace up the sneakers, another pang goes through me. Even the act of undressing and redressing has exhausted me. We go back through the kitchen and up the narrow stone stairs beyond the stove.

Sarah darts ahead of me, disappear- ing as the stairs make a sharp turn. A final serpentine twist, and suddenly the stairs are no more: I step into a blazing brightness, and soft ground under- neath my shoes. I stumble, confused and temporarily blinded.

Sarah is standing a few feet away from me, laughing. She lifts her arms, which are bathed in sunshine. Where there should be a house, an over-structure, there is just a large expanse of grass cov- ered in charred wood and enormous fragments of stone. Now without all those regulations and boundaries, Lena was able to unleash her inner survivalist, which wasn't a very easy thing to do, after all that she's been through.

She even is deemed strong enough by her fellow rebels to be part of the resistance. I definitely saw more of Lena in action scenes and winning in this book than in the previous. So I definitely think of her as part of the "kick-ass heroine" club now. I also know that a lot of you didn't really like the fact that Lena is "allegedly" going to fall in love with someone other than Alex, and I'm sorry to tell you guys, but that fact is true. If that is enough for you to run away screaming from this book, by all means, do, but let me just tell you now, you are missing out on a hell of a lot of goodies if you do that.

I have to admit though, I did kind of dislike Lena's new love interest.

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It might be because he, for me, was a little naive or it could be plainly just because he wasn't Alex. Also, at times, I felt that their relationship was a little forced. The love interest, Julian, would say weird things like, "your hair smells like roses" or "your waist is so small" yes , that not only creeped Lena out, but creeped me out too.

I don't know if it was just lack of being around females that made him act this way and trust me; I go to an all girls school and whenever a person of the opposite walks by, my beloved classmates throw themselves at him or what, but I was pretty skeptical of him at first.