In Deuce’s world, people earn the right to a name only if they survive their first fifteen years. By that point, each unnamed ‘brat’ has trained into one of three groups–Breeders, Builders, or Hunters, identifiable by the number of scars they bear on their arms. Deuce has wanted to be a Huntress for as long as she can remember.
As a Huntress, her purpose is clear—to brave the dangerous tunnels outside the enclave and bring back meat to feed the group while evading ferocious monsters known as Freaks. She’s worked toward this goal her whole life, and nothing’s going to stop her, not even a beautiful, brooding Hunter named Fade. When the mysterious boy becomes her partner, Deuce’s troubles are just beginning.
Down below, deviation from the rules is punished swiftly and harshly, and Fade doesn’t like following orders. At first she thinks he’s crazy, but as death stalks their sanctuary, and it becomes clear the elders don’t always know best, Deuce wonders if Fade might be telling the truth. Her partner confuses her; she’s never known a boy like him before, as prone to touching her gently as using his knives with feral grace.
As Deuce’s perception shifts, so does the balance in the constant battle for survival. The mindless Freaks, once considered a threat only due to their sheer numbers, show signs of cunning and strategy… but the elders refuse to heed any warnings. Despite imminent disaster, the enclave puts their faith in strictures and sacrifice instead. No matter how she tries, Deuce cannot stem the dark tide that carries her far from the only world she’s ever known.
My body was a machine, plain and simple. I worked it to stay strong; I feed it to keep it running.
This is surely a must-read for dystopian lovers like me.
I am so, so bloodthirsty for more. First page reeled me in – hook, line and sinker. This is why i love Dystopian novels, they entices you, enthralls you, grips you, and makes you stay wide awake to say, ‘i am so darn glad i’m not living in that world!’
People in the world before seemed obsessed with objects that existed simply to look pretty. I couldn’t imagine such a thing.
Deuce is a very confident girl/huntress, too confident at times during her stay at the Enclave. I was irked of this overconfidence because it might get her killed, but Fade said something (before coming to Topside, i think) that explained this, and so I understood Deuce.
She is strong, determined, and resilient. I love her efficiency with knives (just like Elena from The Guild Hunter series) but i love her more when she relishes violence. In a world such as theirs, only the strong survives. She’s one tough heroine, but their Topside journey showed that even a skilled and trained Huntress like her breaks down in weakness.
I have your back. I didn’t mean only when it’s easy. ALL the time.
Fade is just as strong as she is. He is such a dangerous and lethal opponent because he fights for real, for life. The author could’ve capitalized on Fade’s already daunting demeanor, especially when they are on the Topside - that would’ve made me gush for Fade more. Nevertheless, I want more of him! more more more!
Stalker is one of those guys who i intend to hate but end up getting confused (do i like him or not?). I don’t trust him, that’s all. and he did gave those additional marks to Fade (Stalker, you b*stard.) But if there is a love triangle brewing here, i’m all for Team Fade! I think he is much stronger and formidable than Stalker, and that makes him perfect for Deuce.
I never belonged anywhere until I met you.
The romance between Fade and Deuce is a cliffhanger on its own. They should’ve hooked up before the book was done! Alas, there are only few heart-thumping moments between them. and when i say few, i meant two: FIRST KISS and SECOND KISS scenes. it was quick but sweet just the same.
The post-apocalyptic scenario made up for the so-called romance. FREAKS are certainly nightmarish (did you see the freaky hand on the cover? yikes!) as they are, but to think that they can think and strategize for hunting meat? Part-mutant/part-zombies. Crap, they give me the creeps.
I enjoyed the Naming ritual in the Enclave.
Definitely i will read Enclave again! and i will wait impatiently for book two. Who wouldn’t?!! The ending came as quickly as the rotting smell of the Freaks!
There were different kinds of strength. I knew that now. It didn’t always come from a knife or a willingness to fight. Sometimes it came from endurance, where the well ran deep and quiet. Sometimes it came from compassion and forgiveness.
.: maria :.
“giving up is the ultimate tragedy.”