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Nexus Kindle Edition
About the Author
Margo Lanagan has been publishing stories for children, young adults and adult readers for twenty-five years. She has won numerous awards, including four World Fantasy Awards. Two of her books have been Michael L. Printz Honor books and she has been shortlisted for the Hugo and Nebula awards and for the Los Angeles Times Book Prize in the young adult division. Visit Margo at her blog, AmongAmidWhile.Blogspot.com, or follow her on Twitter at @MargoLanagan.
Deborah Biancotti has written two short story collections, Bad Power and A Book of Endings. She’s been nominated for the Shirley Jackson Award and the William L. Crawford Award for Best First Fantasy Book. You can find her online at DeborahBiancotti.com or on Twitter at @Deborah_B. --This text refers to an alternate kindle_edition edition.
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
“DON’T GO ANYWHERE WITHOUT ME,” the guard said with a laugh.
The door slammed shut, and Nate was alone in the interrogation room.
He sat at the long table, staring at his shackled wrists—the handcuffs looked different today. The metal was a duller shade of gray than usual, the mechanism of the lock a little larger. A scrap of change in the dark ocean of sameness that was Dungeness Federal Prison.
Nate sighed, let his hands clank back to the table.
The worst part of interrogations was waiting for them to start.
They always brought him here an hour early and left him alone. To his right was a one-way mirror, but he felt no attention leaking through. Not yet. There was no clock, only the patterns of the prison stretching away in all directions, a shimmering grid of desperation felt through concrete walls.
This place was designed to enforce isolation. No common eating area, and the inmates were brought to the exercise yard one at a time. At first Nate was worried the Feds had learned how to starve crowd powers, until his lawyer told him that all supermax prisons were built this way.
They couldn’t let Nataniel Saldana form a gang, after all. He was a terrorist as well as a murderer.
Some days it felt like his power was withering. His tendrils of charisma, hungry for obedience, attention, worship, spent the long days seeking a crowd to influence, and found nothing but stray wisps of connection. The supermax was a concrete-and-steel labyrinth, with locked doors at every junction, but in Nate’s mind it was a desert dotted with broken souls.
Sometimes he thought about flipping his power inside out and disappearing completely. But the cameras would still see him. The doors would still be secured by implacable machines. Even in this locked room, Nate was shackled to the table.
Invisibility was no escape. He needed to charm his way out, in front of a judge and jury. Which meant keeping the Bellwether half of his power alive.
He waited, hoping for an audience.
At last the door opened.
“You always look so happy to see us,” Special Agent Solon said.
Nate couldn’t hide his relief—his interrogators had brought a crowd. Along with Agents Solon and Murphy, a new guy took up a position in the corner, a briefcase at his side. And of course Nate’s defense lawyer was always here.
As a bonus, four people were filing in on the other side of the one-way mirror. Nine altogether. More than enough to hit the Curve—a rainstorm on thirsty ground.
He felt his power rejoice.
But what did all these extra people mean? Had something happened out in the real world?
Had his friends been caught?
“I’d like to start by pointing out—again—that my client is a minor, and that no parent is present.” Nate’s lawyer, Cynthia Rodriguez, always led with this.
Agent Solon offered his usual response, pulling a card from his wallet to read an excerpt from the Crowd Psychosis Emergency Act. “May detain such persons, regardless of age . . .”
Nate ignored the familiar words, flexing his hungry power, coaxing in the shafts of attention beaming through the one-way mirror. With his hands chained to the long metal table, he couldn’t use his usual gestures. But those had all been empty bombast, he realized now, suited to the politician he could no longer be. He’d learned to adapt, guiding the crowd with twitches of his fingers, the movements of his eyes.
He drew the room’s energy to himself, waiting for whatever the interrogators’ questions would reveal.
Solon finally got to it. “Let’s talk about the Faraday shielding in your nightclub.”
“What about it?” Nate said mildly. “It’s for blocking radio waves.”
The new guy at the end of the table smiled at this, but didn’t say anything. He was older, Asian, with a lively gray mane that made Nate think of Albert Einstein on a good-hair day.
“In a nightclub?” Solon said. “Why did you feel that was necessary?”
Nate felt a stir from the observation room. Maybe the Feds had run into another Zero like Chizara. Someone who needed protection from the stings of technology.
But then Murphy leaned forward. “Did you think that you were being watched by the government? Or some unknown force?”
Nate sighed inwardly. They were going for the paranoia angle again.
So often, his interrogators seemed to be arriving at the truth of the Zeroes. But every time they grew close to grasping crowd powers, the specifics seemed to overload their brains, and they fell back on theories about crazy kids. This blind spot kept Nate’s secrets safe, but also made it hard to extract any news about the outside world.
Sometimes Nate was tempted to tell them everything, just to stir them up. Maybe that would get a few more people in here.
But it was too soon to play that card.
“We wanted people to enjoy the music,” Nate said. “Instead of staring at their phones. Teenagers, you know?”
Cynthia Rodriguez looked up from her own phone and raised an eyebrow at him. The new guy didn’t move, but the glittering line of his attention sharpened in the air.
He knew something about signal blocking.
“You wanted people to listen to the music,” Solon said. “So was this at the request of your club’s DJ, Kelsie Laszlo?”
“I can’t remember.” Nate smiled—they didn’t even have the right Zero. “And Faraday cages aren’t illegal.”
“No, but killing cops is,” Agent Solon said, and slid a photograph across the table.
It was surveillance footage, a hospital corridor. It showed Kelsie in a hoodie, her face plain even in the grainy resolution.
“Not sure who that is,” Nate said.
“Witnesses confirm it was Kelsie Laszlo,” Agent Murphy said. “She was visiting one Frederick ‘Fig’ Larson, who was present at the crowd-psychosis killing of Officer Marcus Delgado.”
It wasn’t a question, so Nate didn’t answer.
“Witnesses also place this person at that murder,” Murphy said, sliding over a police composite sketch—Kelsie again, or close enough. “She was the instigator.”
Nate shrugged, but his mind was racing. The interrogators hadn’t asked him much about Kelsie before, and he’d hoped they thought of her as peripheral to the group. She’d only known the rest of them since summer.
But now she was connected to the murder of a policeman.
Fig must have kept quiet about her being there the night Swarm had killed Delgado, or they wouldn’t be bothering with sketches, would they? The criminal code of silence.
The question was, had they caught her yet?
Nate twitched a finger, drawing the agents’ attention taut, making it brittle and anxious to please.
“I never liked Kelsie,” he lied. “She wasn’t really part of the group. If there’s anything I can do to help you catch her, I will.”
Cynthia Rodriguez spread her hands. “As always, my client is ready to cooperate.”
“Do you have any information about her whereabouts?” Agent Solon asked.
Nate leaned back and said nothing, satisfied. He’d won already, and he’d hardly had to use his power at all.
“Let’s talk about something else,” he said.
Agent Solon frowned. “But you just—”
“He got what he wanted,” the new guy cut in. When the other agents looked at him, their attention fraying with confusion, he went on, “He’s not going to help you find the suspect. He just wanted to know if she’d been apprehended yet, and you just confirmed that she’s still at large.”
Nate didn’t argue. He was happy to take credit, even if the man had figured him out.
This new guy was smart. He spoke with a relaxed assurance and an accent Nate couldn’t place, a southern lilt.
Nate had to be careful here.
“It’s just that I can’t help you,” he said. “I never knew her very well.”
“Maybe I should take over,” the new agent said.
Solon and Murphy glanced at each other, as if they had a choice in the matter. But the attention coming through the one-way mirror had swung to the new guy, and his dominance filled the room.
“Be my guest, Agent Phan,” said Murphy, putting his pictures of Kelsie back into a folder. “Might as well try the hocus-pocus. Nothing else ever works with this kid.”
“Hocus-pocus?” Nate said, looking at his lawyer.
She straightened in her chair. “If you’re thinking of employing any nonstandard interrogation techniques, I will remind you again that—”
“Nothing unusual,” Agent Phan said, reached into his briefcase and dropped a photocopy on the table.
When Nate saw what it was, his hands jerked in the shackles with a clink. A page from his notes on the Zeroes, the folders filled with their powers, their personalities, the results of his experiments—everything Nate had learned over the years. All in the Feds’ hands now.
He’d thought keeping the notes on paper, out of his computer, was safe.
Idiot. The Feds must have pulled his entire house apart.
Phan was smiling. “Very meticulous work.”
“Notes for a story,” Nate said with a shrug. What a nightmare for his mother, having federal agents rummaging through her home.
His mother. The guilt of what he’d done to both his parents threatened to drag his power down. It took a force of will to draw himself back from despair.
“A story?” Phan nodded at the door, and the other agents got up and left. “We’ll see about that.”
Nate glanced at the one-way mirror, for a moment worried that Phan knew enough to empty the room. To rip away the Curve now, when he needed it most.
But then he felt something from the other side of the glass—a growing weight of attention on him, new bright beams pushing through.
A crowd was forming back there, a big one.
Maybe this new guy wasn’t so smart after all. Nate’s power was building again, hard and bright inside him. He was going to crush this Agent Phan.
Then the door opened, and someone else came in.
Nate could only stare. It was a white girl, pale, with dark hair, wearing ratty jeans and an FBI raid jacket over a T-shirt.
Her attention glittered at Nate, wary and contemptuous. Then she glanced at the one-way mirror, as if waiting for the growing crowd to settle. That, and the fact that she was Nate’s age, could only mean one thing.
She was a Zero. --This text refers to an alternate kindle_edition edition.
- ASIN : B072334DSX
- Publisher : Simon & Schuster Children's UK (22 February 2018)
- Language : English
- File size : 4287 KB
- Text-to-Speech : Enabled
- Screen Reader : Supported
- Enhanced typesetting : Enabled
- X-Ray : Not Enabled
- Word Wise : Enabled
- Print length : 497 pages
- Page numbers source ISBN : 1481443429
- Best Sellers Rank: #807,953 in Kindle Store (See Top 100 in Kindle Store)
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it was an emotional roller coaster ride that bought a tear to my eye .this needs to be turned into a film so I can watch it again and again
That was until I found out there was a third book, I took some initiative and reread the first 2, it turns out I actually loved Swarm, I just forgot a lot about what happened, and apparently never even properly read the end
Once I got Nexus, I was very excited, new powers, new goals, and more adventures with the Zeroes
The book takes some very interesting takes on powers. Including more powers, powers levelling up, turning inside out, and meeting more powered people in general. Including mysterious plans a very special Zero has in New Orleans that could change the world.
Overall I rate the book 5/5, and the series as a whole 5/5, the details were spectacular as always, uses of powers interesting, unique, and always done well. And most importantly, it ends the story in a very unexpected, but satisfying way. In particular it helped wrapping up a mysterious question about one of my favorite characters.