Scarlet

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The second book in the #1 New York Times- and USA Today - Bestselling Lunar Chronicles series by Marissa Meyer! Our cyborg heroine teams up with two new characters, Scarlet and Wolf, to defend Earth against a wicked space queen.

"An interesting mash up of fairy tales and sciencefiction . . . a cross between Cinderella, Terminator , and Star Wars."-- Entertainment Weekly on the Lunar Chronicles

"Prince Charming among the cyborgs." -- The Wall Street Journal on the Lunar Chronicles

Cinder is back and trying to break out of prison--even though she'll be the Commonwealth's most wanted fugitive if she does--in this second installment from Marissa Meyer.

Halfway around the world, Scarlet Benoit's grandmother is missing. It turns out there are many things Scarlet doesn't know about her grandmother, or the grave danger she has lived in her whole life. When Scarlet encounters Wolf, a street fighter who may have information as to her grandmother's whereabouts, she is loath to trust this stranger, but is inexplicably drawn to him, and he to her. As Scarlet and Wolf unravel one mystery, they encounter another when they meet Cinder. Now, all of them must stay one step ahead of the vicious Lunar Queen Levana.

The adventure continues in this fresh fairytale retelling that combines elements of Cinderella and Little Red Riding Hood.

An NPR Best Book of 2013

Don't miss these other books from #1 New York Times - and USA Today -Bestselling author Marissa Meyer :

The Lunar Chronicles :
Cinder
Scarlet
Cress
Winter
Stars Above
Fairest

The Lunar Chronicles Coloring Book

Wires and Nerve: Vol. 1
Wires and Nerve: Vol. 2

Renegades :
Renegades: Book One

Heartless

Praise for the Lunar Chronicles :

#1 New York Times -Bestselling Series
USA Today Bestseller
Publishers Weekly Bestseller

"Terrific." -- Los Angeles Times

"Marissa Meyer rocks the fractured fairytalegenre." --The Seattle Times

"Epic awesome." -- Bustle

"A binge-reading treat." --MTV

"Takes the classic to a whole new level." --NPR

" A great choice for all ages, with strong appeal for both girls and boys , these novels will be read and enjoyed--repeatedly." -- VOYA, starred review on Scarlet

"It's another Marissa Meyer roller coaster ride, part science fiction/fantasy, part political machination with a hint of romance ." -- Booklist, starred review on Scarlet

"Returning fans of Meyer's Cinder will gladly sink their teeth into this ambitious, wholly satisfying sequel." -- Publishers Weekly, starred review on Scarlet

"The author has stepped up the intrigue and plot from the first novel, and readers will be eagerly awaiting the next." -- School Library Journal on Scarlet

"The sci-fi elements are stronger than the fairy-tale allusions this time out, but the story remains just as absorbing. . . . Readers will be thrilled to discover that this steampunky fairy-tale/sci-fi mashup promises two more installments." -- BCCB on Scarlet

"Further development of this futuristic world plus plenty of action, surprises, and a fast pace will keep readers invested in their journey." -- The Horn Book on Scarlet

Excerpt provided by Syndetics

One Scarlet was descending toward the alley behind the Rieux Tavern when her portscreen chimed from the passenger seat, followed by an automated voice: " Comm received for Mademoiselle Scarlet Benoit from the Toulouse Law Enforcement Department of Missing Persons. " Heart jumping, she swerved just in time to keep the ship's starboard side from skidding against the stone wall, and threw down the brakes before reaching a complete stop. Scarlet killed the engine, already grabbing for the discarded portscreen. Its pale blue light glinted off the cockpit's controls. They'd found something. The Toulouse police must have found something. "Accept!" she yelled, practically choking the port in her fingers. She expected a vidlink from the detective assigned to her grandmother's case, but all she got was a stream of unembellished text. 28 AUG 126 T.E. RE: CASE ID #AIG00155819, FILED ON 11 AUG 126 T.E. THIS COMMUNICATION IS TO INFORM SCARLET BENOIT OF RIEUX, FRANCE, EF, THAT AS OF 15:42 ON 28 AUG 126 THE CASE OF MISSING PERSON(S) MICHELLE BENOIT OF RIEUX, FRANCE, EF, HAS BEEN DISMISSED DUE TO LACK OF SUFFICIENT EVIDENCE OF VIOLENCE OR NONSPECIFIC FOUL PLAY. CONJECTURE: PERSON(S) LEFT OF OWN FREE WILL AND/OR SUICIDE. CASE CLOSED. WE THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATRONAGE OF OUR DETECTIVE SERVICES. The comm was followed by a video ad from the police, reminding all delivery ship pilots to be safe and wear their harnesses while engines were running. Scarlet stared at the small screen until the words turned into a screaming blur of white and black and the ground seemed to drop out from beneath the ship. The plastic panel on the back of the screen crunched in her tightening grip. "Idiots," she hissed to the empty ship. The words CASE CLOSED laughed back up at her. She released a guttural scream and slammed the port down on the ship's control panel, hoping to shatter it into pieces of plastic and metal and wire. After three solid whaps, the screen only flickered in mild irritation. " You idiots! " She threw the port at the floorboards in front of the passenger seat and slumped back, stringing her curly hair through her fingers. Her harness cut into her chest, suddenly strangling, and she released the buckle and kicked open her door at the same time, half falling into the alley's shadows. The grease and whiskey scent from the tavern nearly choked her as she swallowed her breaths, trying to rationalize her way out of the anger. She would go to the police station. It was too late to go now--tomorrow, then. First thing in the morning. She would be calm and logical and she would explain to them why their assumptions were wrong. She would make them reopen the case. Scarlet swiped her wrist over the scanner beside the ship's hatch and yanked it up harder than the hydraulics wanted to let it go. She would tell the detective that he had to keep searching. She would make him listen. She would make him understand that her grandma hadn't left of her own free will, and that she most certainly had not killed herself. Half a dozen plastic crates filled with garden vegetables were crammed into the back of the ship, but Scarlet hardly saw them. She was miles away, in Toulouse, planning the conversation in her head. Calling on every last persuasion, every ounce of reasoning power she had. Something had happened to her grandmother. Something was wrong and if the police didn't keep looking, Scarlet was going to take it to court and see that every one of their turnip-head detectives was disbarred and would never work again and-- She snatched a gleaming red tomato in each fist, spun on her heels, and pummeled the stone wall with them. The tomatoes splattered, juice and seeds spraying across the piles of garbage that were waiting to go into the compactor. It felt good. Scarlet grabbed another, imagining the detective's doubt when she'd tried to explain to him that up and disappearing was not normal behavior for her grandma. She pictured the tomatoes bursting all over his smug little-- A door swung open just as a fourth tomato was obliterated. Scarlet froze, already reaching for another, as the tavern's owner draped himself against the door frame. Gilles's narrow face was glistening as he took in the slushy orange mess Scarlet had made on the side of his building. "Those better not be my tomatoes." She withdrew her hand from the bin and wiped it down on her dirt-stained jeans. She could feel heat emanating from her face, the erratic thumping of her pulse. Gilles wiped the sweat off his almost-bald head and glared, his default expression. "Well?" "They weren't yours," she muttered. Which was true--they were technically hers until he paid her for them. He grunted. "Then I'll only dock three univs for having to clean off the mess. Now, if you're done with target practice, maybe you could deign to bring some of that in here. I've been serving wilted lettuce for two days." He popped back into the restaurant, leaving the door open. The noise of dishes and laughter spilled out into the alley, bizarre in its normality. Scarlet's world was crashing down around her and nobody noticed. Her grandmother was missing and nobody cared. She turned back to the hatch and gripped the edges of the tomato crate, waiting for her heart to stop hammering behind her sternum. The words from the comm still bombarded her thoughts, but they were beginning to clear. The first wave of aggression was left to rot with the smashed tomatoes. When she could take in a breath without her lungs convulsing, she stacked the crate on top of the russet potatoes and heaved them out of the ship. The line cooks ignored Scarlet as she dodged their spitting skillets, making her way to the cool storage room. She shoved the bins onto the shelves that had been labeled in marker, scratched out, and labeled again a dozen times over the years. " Bonjour , Scarling!" Scarlet turned around, pulling her hair off her clammy neck. Émilie was beaming in the doorway, eyes sparkling with a secret, but she pulled back when she saw Scarlet's expression. "What--" "I don't want to talk about it." Slipping past the waitress, she headed back through the kitchen, but Émilie made a dismissive noise in the back of her throat and trotted after her. "Then don't talk. I'm just glad you're here," she said, latching on to Scarlet's elbow as they ducked back into the alleyway. "Because he's back." Despite the angelic blond curls that surrounded Émilie's face, her grin suggested very devilish thoughts. Scarlet pulled away and grabbed a bin of parsnips and radishes, passing them to the waitress. She didn't respond, incapable of caring who he was and why it mattered that he was back. "That's great," she said, loading a basket with papery red onions. "You don't remember, do you? Come now, Scar, the street fighter I was telling you about the other ... oh, maybe that was Sophia." "The street fighter?" Scarlet squeezed her eyes shut as a headache started to throb against her forehead. " Really, Ém?" "Don't be like that. He's sweet! And he's been here almost every day this week and he keeps sitting in my section, which definitely means something, don't you think?" When Scarlet said nothing, the waitress set the bin down and fished a pack of gum from her apron pocket. "He's always really quiet, not like Roland and his crowd. I think he's shy ... and lonely." She popped a stick into her mouth and offered another to Scarlet. "A street fighter who seems shy?" Scarlet waved the gum away. "Are you listening to yourself?" "You have to see him to understand. He has these eyes that just..." Émilie fanned her fingers against her brow, feigning heatstroke. "Émilie!" Gilles appeared at the door again. "Stop flapping those lips and get in here. Table four wants you." He cast a glare at Scarlet, a silent warning that he'd be docking more univs from her fee if she didn't stop distracting his employees, then pulled back inside without waiting for a response. Émilie stuck her tongue out after him. Settling the basket of onions against her hip, Scarlet shut the hatch and brushed past the waitress. "Is table four him ?" "No, he's at nine," Émilie grumbled, scooping up the load of root vegetables. As they passed back through the steamy kitchen, Émilie gasped. "Oh, I'm so daft! I've been meaning to comm and ask about your grand-mère all week. Have you heard anything new?" Scarlet clenched her jaw, the words of the comm buzzing like hornets in her head. Case closed. "Nothing new," she said, then let their conversation get lost in the chaos of the cooks screaming at each other across the line. Émilie followed her as far as the storeroom and dropped off her load. Scarlet busied herself rearranging the baskets before the waitress could say something optimistic. Émilie attempted the requisite "Try not to worry, Scar. She'll be back" before backing away into the tavern. Scarlet's jaw was starting to ache from gnashing her teeth. Everyone talked about her grandma's disappearance as if she were a stray cat who would meander back home when she got hungry. Don't worry. She'll be back. But she'd been gone for over two weeks. Just disappeared without sending a comm, without a good-bye, without any warning. She'd even missed Scarlet's eighteenth birthday, though she'd bought the ingredients for Scarlet's favorite lemon cake the week before. None of the farmhands had seen her go. None of the worker androids had recorded anything suspicious. Her portscreen had been left behind, though it offered no clues in its stored comms, calendar, or net history. Her leaving without it was suspicious enough. No one went anywhere without their ports. But that wasn't the worst of it. Not the abandoned portscreen or the unmade cake. Scarlet had also found her grandmother's ID chip. Her ID chip. Wrapped in cheesecloth spotted red from her blood and left like a tiny package on the kitchen counter. The detective said that's what people did when they ran away and didn't want to be found--they cut out their ID chips. He'd said it like he'd just solved the mystery, but Scarlet figured most kidnappers probably knew that trick too. Copyright © 2013 by Marissa Meyer Excerpted from Scarlet by Marissa Meyer All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

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Publishers Weekly Review

Returning fans of Meyer's Cinder will gladly sink their teeth into this ambitious, wholly satisfying sequel. Linh Cinder has learned that she is Princess Selene, a Lunar who was supposedly murdered by her treacherous and powerful aunt, Queen Levana, but in fact survived. Meanwhile on Earth, Scarlet Benoit and her former military pilot grandmother, now smalltown farmers in France, have recently become the target of a ruthless pack of wolflike humans who, if they don't get the information they want, will probably kill them. Meyer's plot is intricate and elaborate as she leaps between Cinder's and Scarlet's narratives, leaving readers anticipating their eventual intersection. Scarlet is a headstrong and loyal heroine, determined to save her grandmother (who has gone missing) while reluctantly falling for the protective but bloodthirsty Wolf, who might have been hired to kill her-or might be in love with her. Meyer portrays each scene with precision and rising tension, leaving readers with another mesmerizing journey. The third book in the Lunar Chronicles, Cress, is scheduled for 2014. Ages 12-up. Agent: Jill Grinberg, Jill Grinberg Literary Management. (Feb.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.

School Library Journal Review

Gr 9 Up-In the second title (2013) in Meyer's "The Lunar Chronicles," listeners are introduced to Scarlet Benoit, a teenager in rural France whose grandmother has been missing for over two weeks. She's certain that her grandmother has been kidnapped and will do anything to find her, even place her trust in the mysterious and dangerous street fighter Wolf. Meanwhile, Linh Cinder has escaped prison in New Beijing with the help of a roguish thief named Thorne and is evading authorities in a stolen spaceship while she decides what to do about the revelation that she is really Princess Selene, the true heir to the Lunar crown. Rebecca Soler gives another solid performance of the futuristic fairy tale series. Her youthful voice is well cast to narrate the concurrent stories of the two teenagers, seamlessly navigating between the story lines. She gives Scarlet's dialogue a slight accent, helping to distinguish her from Cinder, and voices supporting characters with their own nuances. Soler's narration succeeds in conveying the plot's building tension. She fully inhabits the passionate, headstrong, and determined Scarlet, while also expressing Cinder's struggles with the tempting powers her Lunar heritage make possible and her hesitancy to lead a revolt against evil Queen Levana. Fans of Cinder (2012, both Feiwel & Friends) will be completely satisfied as action and romance abound and the stakes are even higher in this installment. Listeners will be clamoring for the next two titles in the quartet.-Amanda Raklovits, Champaign Public Library, IL (c) Copyright 2013. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

Booklist Review

*Starred Review* Cinder, the beautiful lunar cyborg mechanic, is back, this time in what initially appears to be parallel story lines with Scarlet, the granddaughter of a former military pilot turned farmer in the small town of Rieux, France. After her midnight fall down the palace steps and her imprisonment, Cinder is a media sensation, escaping the New Beijing prison with Captain Carswell Thorne, a handsome if rather clueless petty thief. Scarlet, on the other hand, is trying desperately to gain the police's attention. Her grandmother has disappeared and is surely in danger; the officers speculate that the eccentric old woman has wandered off. Only when Scarlet meets the violent yet attractive Wolf, an alpha human with animal instincts, is she on the trail of her beloved grand-mere, and a trajectory that intersects with Cinder's attempt to save the earth by foiling Lunar Queen Levana's marriage to Emperor Kai. It's another Marissa Meyer roller-coaster ride, part science fiction/fantasy, part political machinations with a hint of romance. Readers will be pushed into a horrific alternate universe where violence, especially mind manipulation and control, create ethical and life-threatening situations for both teens. With at least one more Lunar Chronicle to come, the suspense continues. And which fairy tale will Meyer morph next? HIGH-DEMAND BACKSTORY: Cinder (2012), the first title in the Lunar Chronicles, was a New York Times best-seller. Even without the major promotional campaign, teens will be waiting for this follow-up.--Bradburn, Frances Copyright 2010 Booklist

Horn Book Review

Meyer adapts "Cinderella" and "Little Red Riding Hood" to create folktale/sci-fi-hybrid stories set on a futuristic Earth. In Cinder, the title character is an orphan cyborg mechanic who discovers she is the key to stopping the evil Lunar queen, Levana. As a fugitive in Scarlet, Cinder searches for answers about her past; this leads her to Scarlet, whose grandmre is being held by Levana's genetically engineered wolf-like army, assembled to destroy Earth's inhabitants. Meyer's retellings feature large casts of characters and chapters told from alternating points of view, making it no easy feat to translate these first two series entries to audio. But Soler's narrations, both confident and well paced, flow effortlessly. She masters major characters' voices: Cinder's is sardonic, with a slightly stilted cyborg tone; trusty and lovable sidekick android Iko gets a high-pitched, robotic modulation; the voice of Cinder's love interest, newly crowned Emperor Kai, exudes both authority and youthful uncertainty; Scarlet's voice has a hint of a French lilt; and Queen Levana's is eerily smooth. Soler is also very effective at quick transitions between accents in dialogue-heavy scenes. The combination of Soler's superb performance and Meyer's captivating storytelling creates a pair of tour-de-force audiobooks. cynthia k. ritter (c) Copyright 2013. The Horn Book, Inc., a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

Kirkus Book Review

Meyer returns with the second installment of the Lunar Chronicles for a futuristic spin on "Little Red Riding Hood." Feisty, red-hoodiewearing Scarlet is beside herself; her beloved grand-mre has been missing from the family farm in the French countryside for two weeks. A mysterious, tattooed street fighter named Wolf may be able to help herand he has these awesome green eyes. Meanwhile, in the Eastern Commonwealth, cyborg Cinderwho learned she was the long-lost Lunar princess, Selene, in the eponymous first book (2012)escapes from jail with the roguish Thorne, a charming petty crook cast in the Han Solo mold. Cinder has a new, jacked-up cyborg hand and her Lunar powers of mental manipulation to help her in her quest to findScarlet's grandmother, who may hold the key to her past. Meyer's story ticks along smartly, showing no sign of second-volume sag. Both fairy-tale and romance elements are blended in to pleasing if predictable effect. Less successful from a plausibility standpoint is a bloody new Lunar plot to take over the world, though it does contribute to tension. Also troubling is Meyer's tendency toward peculiar word usage that in a more stylistically distinguished work would seem fresh but here seems just, well, peculiar and may haul readers out of an otherwise effective story. Readers who can ignore the flaws will find the book goes down easy, and they will be happy to wait in line for the third installment. (Science fiction/fairy tale. 12 up)]] Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.