Riders. A new fantasy adventure from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Veronica Rossi.
For eighteen-year-old Gideon Blake, nothing but death can keep him from achieving his goal of becoming a U.S. Army Ranger. As it turns out, it does.
Recovering from the accident that most definitely killed him, Gideon finds himself with strange new powers and a bizarre cuff he can't remove. His death has brought to life his real destiny. He has become War, one of the legendary four horsemen of the apocalypse
About the Author
Veronica Rossi is a New York Times bestselling author of fiction for young adults. Her books include Under the Never Sky, Through the Ever Night, Into the Still Blue. She completed undergraduate studies at UCLA and then went on to study fine art at the California College of the Arts in San Francisco. She lives in Northern California with her husband and two sons. When not writing, she enjoys reading, painting, and counting down the minutes until she can get back to making up stories about imaginary people.
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By Veronica Rossi
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When I open my eyes, all I see is darkness.
Can't move ... can't speak ... can't think through this jaw-grinding headache. I hold still, waiting for some clarity on where I am or how long I've been out, but nothing comes. What I know for sure: I'm tied to a chair, gagged, and my head is covered with a hood that reeks of sweat and vomit.
Not what I expected from a rescue.
My neck creaks like a rusty hinge as I straighten, and the darkness comes loose and starts to spin. It spins and spins and my stomach throws in the towel, and it's spinning, too. Hot spit floods into my mouth. I know what's coming next, so I pull deep breaths, in and out, until the urge passes and I'm okay again. Just sitting here sweating bullets in this chair and this hood.
I can't believe this. They drugged me. Gave me some kind of sedative, because I am way too calm right now. Probably painkillers, too. I can't feel my shoulder and that cut was deep. My deltoid looked like raw steak. Even I should still feel a gash that bad.
Nice. Well done, US government. The whole world is going to hell, pretty much. I'm one of the few people who can help — and this is what they do?
I turn my focus to listening. Every so often I hear feet shuffling or a throat clearing. I pay attention to the sounds, trying to figure out how many men are guarding me. Two is my guess.
A radiator clicks on behind me and keeps clicking, like someone's tapping a wrench against metal. Heat builds on my back like sunshine. Strange in all this darkness. After a few minutes it shuts off and the quiet stretches out. My back is just starting to cool when a door whines open. Footsteps come toward me and stop. Then a chair scrapes across the floor.
It's game time. Answer time.
"Take off his hood," says a female voice.
There's a tug, then a rush of cool air against my face, and my eyes slam shut against the brightness. I'm not expecting it when the gag goes next, tearing out a few layers of my tongue with it.
"Take your time," says the woman.
Like I have a choice. For a few seconds, all I can do is try to get some moisture back in my mouth. I pull against my arm restraints, riding out the urge to rub my stinging eyes. It takes forever for the figure in front of me to come into focus.
A woman — in her forties, I think — sits behind a small wooden desk. She has olive skin and dark hair, eyes as black and shiny as wine bottles. Her navy-blue suit looks expensive and she has a PhD kind of vibe, like she knows everything about something. And wrote a book about it. A civilian. I'd bet anything.
"Hello, Gideon. I'm Natalie Cordero," she says. "I'm going to be asking you some questions."
She folds her hands in front of her and pauses, letting me know she's in control, that she talks to guys like me every day, but I know for a fact that's impossible. No one else in the world is like me. No one.
A whiff of her perfume reaches me — a floral-citrus-musk combo that's strong, a scent bullhorn, but better than the stench from the hood.
Two men stand behind her. The guy wearing a Texas Rangers baseball cap is massive, the size of the door he's guarding. The other guy's more compact, has a dark complexion and wrestler ear. He rests a hand on the Beretta in his belt holster and gives me a look like, Just give me an excuse to use this.
Both have full beards, wind-chapped faces, and are dressed in jeans, hiking boots, and Patagonia jackets, but they're special ops. Delta or SEALs. You don't get that kind of stance, relaxed but totally alert, without earning it.
I recognize them. They were part of the unit that busted me out of Norway today. Or yesterday ... or whenever that happened.
Natalie Cordero assesses my shirt and cargos, the dried blood, the burnt patches, the crusted mud, the top layer of fine ash. I've looked better, I'll admit. Then I follow her eyes to my shoulder. Through a tear in my shirt I see that my captors — who are supposed to be my allies — put a compression bandage on my cut. That was cool of them.
"Water?" Cordero asks.
It takes a couple of tries but I manage to scrape out some words in reply. "Yes. Yes, please."
The bigger guard in the Rangers cap brings over a plastic bottle with a flexible straw. His face is ruddy and square, brickish. Graying beard, blue eyes. He's the guy who knocked me out in Jotunheimen. But I didn't really give him an option. I lost it when Daryn stayed behind. I didn't expect her to do that. Never saw it coming and totally lost it. That can't happen again. I can't lose control of this situation, so I focus on getting my bearings as I suck down water, replenishing my dehydrated body.
I'm in a small room with pine walls and floorboards. Even the trim is pine, so. Either I was eaten by a tree or I'm in a cabin. There's a window to my left with checkered blue curtains. No light or sounds bleed through, so either it's nighttime or the window's been blacked out. I'm going to go with both. The only illumination in the room comes from an iron lamp in the corner with no shade, just a bare bulb that's either a trillion watts or my eyes are extra sensitive from the drugs.
A cool draft seeps through the two-inch gap beneath the door. It's not easy smelling anything beyond Cordero's perfume but I catch stale carpet smell and woodsmoke. As prison cells go, it's pretty cozy.
"I should've asked before," Cordero says when my water break is over, "would you prefer that I call you Gideon or Mr. Blake?"
I was right. She's not military or she'd have called me "Private Blake."
I swallow again, my throat feeling better. "Ma'am, I'd prefer you untied me and told me where I am." I instantly want to punch myself for the ma'am thing. She's detaining me. Screw manners.
She doesn't answer, so I try another question. "Are we still in Norway?" Nothing again. I look to the guys at the door. "Are we back in the States?"
"I can't give you that information at this time, Gideon," Cordero says, deciding for herself what to call me. I'm eighteen, probably half her age, so I can see why she didn't go with "Mr. Blake."
"Why can't I know where I am? Why all this?" I nod to myself. "I'm not going to run. I called you guys, remember? For help? How about cutting me free?"
"When I'm done questioning you, you'll be released."
"Released?" It's so messed up, I have to laugh. "I haven't done anything wrong."
"No?" She leans forward, her gaze narrowing. "You inflicted millions of dollars of damage on Jotunheimen National Park. You don't think that's wrong? American taxpayers are paying for that damage. The American public paid to bail you and your friends out of that mess. You're lucky the media hasn't caught on yet. You almost caused an international incident. You do realize that? Until I know exactly what you were doing in Norway and why you chose to destroy acres of pristine parkland, you aren't leaving this room. I mean that, Gideon. You might as well get comfortable."
"You think this is about damaged land? About money?"
"If I thought that was all this was, you wouldn't be here."
I'm not sitting here and playing this game. "You really want to know what this is about? I'll tell you. Pure evil is out there. We're in trouble — and I don't mean American taxpayers. I mean humanity. I mean everyone. And you're looking at one of the only people who can do anything about it. So what do you say you untie me?"
"Not happening, Gideon," she says, disregarding everything I just said. "And before you become belligerent again, let me tell you. Losing your temper won't help anything."
This is a huge waste of time. I need to get out of here. Find the guys. Get the key back. "Where's Colonel Nellis?" I trust my commanding officer. I want to talk to him, not a stranger.
"This incident has gone above the jurisdiction of the US Army," she says.
"Who are you with? The Defense Department? CIA?"
"Let me spell this out for you. I ask questions, you answer them. That's how this works."
There actually wasn't any spelling in that, but whatever. I'm done with this. Time to bring the wrath.
I reach for my anger, for my sword, for Riot.
I get nothing. I'm powerless. The drugs have neutralized everything. I'm completely zeroed.
It makes no sense, none, so I start yelling. She's making a huge mistake. I'm one of the good guys. She has no idea who she's talking to. Everything I say sounds scripted and insane but it's true. It's the truth.
Cordero checks her watch. "Seems it's about that time again." She looks over her shoulder at the guy with the Beretta. "Get him under control."
Beretta slides a small black pouch from a cargo pocket. He pulls on latex gloves and takes out a hypodermic needle as I keep yelling and thrashing against the bindings, getting absolutely nowhere.
The bigger guy, Texas, comes around my chair and puts me in a rear chokehold. "Relax," he says. "Relax."
Which is the last thing I'm going to do, but then stars flicker against the pine walls and the room dims, then I dim. I'm not yelling anymore, I'm passing out.
Beretta sticks the needle into my forearm and depresses the plunger. A slow burn spreads through me. My face goes numb. My muscles relax. I relax.
I don't want to relax, but I relax.
Texas releases me and I suck in air. Gulp it down. Oxygen is the best damn thing ever created.
Beretta shines a penlight into my eyes.
Doesn't feel good.
I'm vaguely aware that I reacted too slowly. Reactions shouldn't happen in steps. Unless it's only one step. A single, self-contained step.
Yeah ... that seems right.
"The kid's cooked," Beretta says as he peels off the gloves. He and Texas step back, posting up by the door again.
Keeping my head up becomes my new goal. It's not easy. Reminds me of balancing a basketball on my finger. While trying to process information through it. Except my head isn't actually a basketball, it just feels like one.
Yep. The kid's cooked.
Cordero unfolds her hands. She drums her fingers on the table, watching me. "Ready to talk now?"
"You have no idea how big this is ... what's happening. You have no idea who I am."
It takes me a second to realize that the words hanging in the room are mine.
Cordero's fingers stop drumming. "Why don't you tell me?"
I come so close to blurting it out, blurting everything out, I almost feel like I did it. Something's not right. A prison break is happening in my mind. All my thoughts want out. My story wants out. Images of the past few weeks crash around in my head demanding freedom. Holding them back's a full-body effort. I'm tied to a chair but my heart's doing a triathlon. My face goes hot and the back of my throat starts to burn. What the hell did they just give me?
Cordero waits. "Okay, Gideon. We'll try again in half an hour." She pauses at the door. "I can do this all day. Can you?"
After she leaves, I let my head fall forward where it wants to be.
Breathe, Blake. Breathe.
I could've handled that better. But was I supposed to tell a stranger what's going on? Who I am? What I am?
No way. Cordero would've panicked. She'd have lost her mind. But the words are still on my tongue. They're right there.
I'm War, I want to say.
I am War.CHAPTER 2
It takes me less than a minute to realize that I have to answer Cordero's questions. The drugs have wiped out my entire arsenal of abilities. I'm stuck in this chair until I give her what she wants. There's no other way. I have to talk.
The taller guard, Texas, leaves to get her but she waits the full half hour before coming back, like a parent making a point. Don't test me, Gideon Blake. I mean what I say and I say what I mean.
She brings a black file with her that makes a slap when she drops it on the desk. My military record. It's pretty thick considering I only shipped off to Basic a couple of months ago after high school, but I've already had a notable run in the Army.
Cordero tucks herself under the desk. "I'm glad you came around." She flips open the file, then waits like she wants me to say thank you.
"You should've covered the electrical outlets," I say instead.
Her dark eyebrows go up. "Excuse me?"
"If you didn't want me to know I'm back in the States. Just a tip for the next time you unlawfully detain someone."
"Noted. Any other suggestions on how I can do my job better?"
"Yes. As soon as we're done, Nat, the second we're done, you untie me and get Colonel Nellis."
Cordero's mouth lifts at the corners. Not a smile, exactly. More like a close cousin to a smile. "Stop calling me 'Nat' and we have a deal."
I nod, but I'm actually not sure it's going to work. Everything I said sort of just slipped out. My thoughts are still up in arms, tired of being stuck in my head. I have to keep consciously beating them back and hoping they stay there.
A muffled voice in the hallway draws my attention to the door. Sebastian, Marcus, and Jode left Norway with me. Only Daryn didn't. The guys must be here. Probably in adjacent rooms being interro-questioned by their own Corderos. I bet Marcus hasn't said a word, but I can just imagine the verbal diarrhea Bastian and Jode are slinging. Neither of those guys needs drugs to spill.
Thinking about them reminds me of Daryn again. This time I really sink into the memory and she's twisting her long hair over one shoulder and smiling at me.
What are you looking at, Gideon?
You. I'm looking at you.
How am I looking?
Perfect, I should've said. But I didn't.
"Gideon? Are you with me?"
Whoa. Not at all. How long did I just zone out? Priority one: Get these drugs out of my system. They're slowing me down too much. I won't stand a chance against the Kindred doped up like this. I need to get this debriefing done, find the guys, and get back in the fight.
"Yes," I say. "I'm with you."
"Good. Let's start with the accident at Fort Benning." Cordero reads from the folder. "The last record we have of your whereabouts is dated six weeks ago. You suffered extensive injuries during a training incident. The report states that you fractured your femur, radius, and ulna ... cracked ribs ... severe concussion. It says here you were unresponsive for over two minutes. You had just been declared dead when you resuscitated." She looks up from the file. "Tell me what happened during that exercise. You were parachuting?"
I nod. "But it didn't go right and ... I bounced."
Behind her Texas and Beretta exchange a look. Dumb boot, I bet they're thinking. Incompetent little turd.
"Bounced?" Cordero asks.
"Hit the dirt at a very high velocity."
"Yes. I have that here, but I'd like to hear the full account in your own words."
Right. My own words. But now I can't seem to start. Going through this from the beginning will use up precious time. How can I sit here, talking, when the Kindred are out there hurting innocent people? On the other hand, if I tell Cordero the situation without any lead-up, she'll either panic and make hasty decisions, or think I'm crazy and refuse to believe me — neither of which I want, so. The fastest way out of this room really is to tell the whole story, and that jump was definitely square one. The beginning. Or the end, depending on your perspective. Death usually is the end.
"Walk me through it, Gideon. Moment to moment," Cordero says, like she's sensed I'm finally ready.
"Okay. The accident."CHAPTER 3
You have my military record, Cordero, so you know the lead-up: how I'd literally boarded a plane for Fort Benning, Georgia the day after I got my diploma in May. It'd been a long senior year, not a lot of fun for me, and I couldn't wait to put high school behind me and start doing something I actually cared about.
I spent the summer going through Basic Training, then Advanced Infantry Training, then Airborne School, finally ending up where I really wanted to be — the Ranger Assessment and Selection Program. RASP is the gateway for becoming a Ranger, a soldier in the 75th Ranger Regiment. My dad had been part of this elite combat unit once and I was determined to become part of it too, even if it killed me — which is actually what happened, but I'll get to that.
RASP, in a nutshell, is eight weeks of pure punishment meant to weed out anyone who's not supposed to be there. The program puts you through constant physical and mental tests on almost no food and even less sleep. Intense. But my Ranger buddy and I were both in it for the long haul. Cory was from Houston, a couple of years older than me, and relentless. He'd face a twelve-mile run in full combat kit with a grin and his personal motto: Nobody ever drowned in their own sweat.
Four weeks in, our class had been reduced by around half, to fifty guys. We were pulled away from the steady stream of road marches and weapons drills for a parachute jump. Most of us had just gotten our jump wings in Airborne School, and they wanted to keep our training fresh in our minds.
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I absolutely love this book! You will not regret it if you add Riders to your reading list! I'm really looking forward to Seeker!
Really amazing book! This book was recommended to me by a student and has been sitting on my "To-be Read" for several months. I picked it up on Friday and was immediately engaged. The book is written in 1st person from Gabriel (War) Blake's perspective. He talks about how he became who he is by explaining the process to a government official where he's being held prisoner. The story moves quick! There is just enough background given on our narrator to understand who he is and what drives his anger. The romance element was underplayed and well-done as well. One big thumb up for how well-drawn the characters are and believable! They have a strong background and unique, individual stories but it all melds together so well as they seek to protect the world from "kindred" who are trying to control an item that will allow them to rule an entire realm of misery. The four horsemen of the apocalypse and a secretive "seeker" are the only things in their way. Unfortunately, the embodiment of the horsemen (Gabe and others) have just become that and have no clear idea of what they're doing. I loved this book and would highly recommend it to anyone looking for a good, fantasy-based action story. The teen aspect is there, but not overdone, so I doubt anyone would pin this as just a YA novel. I'm looking forward to the next one!
2.5 good (enough) I wanted to read riders because I like Rossi previous book series a whole lot the romance and action and pretty much does everything about it so I definitely wanted to give her new series a try. I liked the fact we have male narrator because that is pretty rare, and I also had a lot of respect for the fact that he was following in his father's footsteps and not just joining the Army, but training for the elite unit. First chapter starts after getting in had died and I guess already done some of the apocalypse horse rider stuff because he was being interrogated and he was frantic to get out and do something about the chaos outside of those walls. And I think again to tell the story to the people questioning him we go back in time a little bit and get to see him as he's just joining the Army and trying to get into the elite Rangers unit. But man was this book SLOW for me. There were several times I thought about putting it down because it was a back and forth timeline, there were a LOT of characters, and we start out even more confused than Gideon. But I wanted to love it, and I thought the premise was good. It just wasn't what I expected. One of the most important character development or story arcs I think was when Gideon was really struggling with himself with the question of "am I good?" he was the horseman war and war generally brings about suffering and death and just the name of the four horsemen is death famine and conquest. it really doesn't paint a pretty picture if you think about it. but Gideon had some things in his past already that made him wonder would I have heard this person more if I haven't stopped or wrestling with scenarios like that. Glad I got through this one, but will not continue. Bottom Line: Too slow, but wanted to enjoy.
Have you ever read a book.. and suddenly a full week has passed and you are STILL thinking about that book? Yeah, that was me with RIDERS. I started and finished this sucker in one day. I literally couldn’t stop reading it. It completely consumed me from the very beginning. I mean, I even stayed awake until 3am the night I finished it sorting the characters into Hogwarts houses.. THAT’S HOW GOOD IT IS. The writing in this book was typical Veronica - hilarious, action packed and swoon worthy. The story starts out with Gideon in an interrogation room and continues as he gives recounts the last few weeks of his life. The way Gideon narrates is engaging and hilarious. I found myself being so immersed in the story that I was unaware of anything happening around me. Finishing the book felt like I was coming up for air because I was that invested in the story. The writing was so beautiful that I found myself getting emotional OVER FREAKING HORSES. The bond that was described between the horses and their riders was incredible. I feel like my attachment to the boys and their horses only amplified my fears during the fight scenes. I was literally on pins and needles while reading that part of the story. The action sequences were EPIC. I don’t use that word often but it is the ONLY word that I could think of to accurately describe the battle scenes! I also really appreciated the diversity in characters. I liked seeing an author bring in different cultures and backgrounds into the story. Speaking of diversity, lets talk about the characters. Not only is Gideon a pretty funny dude but SEBASTIAN WAS FREAKING HILARIOUS. Sebastian’s catch phrase mishaps had me crying from laughter. I loved that he was Hispanic and lovable because a lot of times I see this ethnicity written with a chip on their shoulder like the world owes them something, but that was not the case with Bas. Death was the next rider that was found and he was a bit harder to love at first because his anger was amplified by War’s temperament. By the end of the story he had won me over. I wont go into detail because spoilers but I genuinely like him. OH AND JODE OMG. Jode is British and ALSO THE LOVE OF MY LIFE. He was so quirky and smart and just all around charming. I really need more of him in my life. IS IT TIME FOR SEEKERS YET????? **I would also like to mention how Veronica chose to write Riders with reverence for the military and also showing amputees in a heroic light. This struck home with me because so many members of my family are veterans and drawing attention to the camaraderie that soldiers feel with each other and the lasting effect it has on their lives is something that I definitely appreciate.
I went into this story completely blind and after reading the blurb I was intrigued to find out more about Gideon's journey. I got an preview excerpt from NetGalley (around 100 pages) and I have to say I really liked the story. Young adult isn't my favourite book genre but this story reminded me why so many people do read it. It's a fantastic paranormal/action/love story that captivates you till the end. I found Gideon an interesting character, who sacrificed a lot for those he loved and in the end also for himself. He has a noble personality and I'm saying that because those who try to protect their country are exactly that. In the beginning, after his 'death' he was really confused by his new life. There were many things he couldn't explain, like his fast healing and other peoples bahaviour around him. I'm glad he found Daryn or better said she found him. She definitely brought some answers, unfortunately also danger from Kindred. I really liked Daryn and the other horsemen. Daryn is this mysterious badass girl, who has a lot of knowledge but of course can't tell all of her secrets. She refers to herself as the seeker of horsemen and is also being hunted by the Kindred. As for her personality, I like to think of her as The Boss. Since the story is told by Gideon constantly jumping from present to past, I thought that it would bother me but surprisingly it didn't. So, all in all is Riders a really good paranormal book that I absolutely recommend.
***Review posted on The Eater of Books! blog*** Riders by Veronica Rossi Book One of the Riders series Publisher: Tor Teen Publication Date: February 16, 2016 Rating: 4 stars Source: ARC sent by the publsher Summary (from Goodreads): For eighteen-year-old Gideon Blake, nothing but death can keep him from achieving his goal of becoming a U.S. Army Ranger. As it turns out, it does. Recovering from the accident that most definitely killed him, Gideon finds himself with strange new powers and a bizarre cuff he can't remove. His death has brought to life his real destiny. He has become War, one of the legendary four horsemen of the apocalypse. Over the coming weeks, he and the other horsemen--Conquest, Famine, and Death--are brought together by a beautiful but frustratingly secretive girl to help save humanity from an ancient evil on the emergence. They fail. Now--bound, bloodied, and drugged--Gideon is interrogated by the authorities about his role in a battle that has become an international incident. If he stands any chance of saving his friends and the girl he's fallen for--not to mention all of humankind--he needs to convince the skeptical government officials the world is in imminent danger. But will anyone believe him? What I Liked: I'm going to start my review by saying that this is one of those books that you really need to read for yourself, don't necessarily trust the reviews (positive or negative). Obviously my review it going to be positive, but I've seen many negative and DNF reviews for this book. I adored Rossi's Under the Never Sky trilogy, and I thought her New Adult contemporary romance series (under Noelle August) was just okay. I've had Riders for months, but I put off reading it until February, upon the publisher's request. I personally think it was well worth the wait! By now, I've seen a mix of reviews, but I managed to evade the specifics and form my own opinion. I encourage anyone interested in this book to do the same! This book is written backwards - Gideon is telling a federal agent what happened, so the story is being told to us. We know that Gideon is drugged and held in a prison at an unknown location, and that he has been separated from three males and one female that he had been with, in Norway. We know that he is one of the four Horsemen, and that they was protecting something incredibly important, but everything went wrong. Gideon must tell his story in hopes of the agent believing him and letting him go - but it's not as simple as all that. I don't usually like books that are written such that the story is being told back to us, in which a character is in the present and telling us the past. However, I think this type of storytelling worked, in this book. I think a lot of people struggled with this, especially in the beginning, but I think Rossi did a really good job of crafting the story with this uncommon way of sharing the story. I adore Gideon. He's got a temper, he's a tough guy, he's a hard worker, he's got a serious case of OCPD, and he's a good person. He has so many layers - I love how thoroughly and deeply Rossi digs into his character. He has so much baggage from his past that is weighing him down, and part of his journey throughout this book is coming to terms with the baggage. Read the rest of my review on my blog, The Eater of Books! - eaterofbooks DOT blogspot DOT com :)
A little rushed but otherwise a good story.