How far would you go to survive? In FIRE & FLOOD, Tella Holloway faced a dangerous trek through the jungle and a terrifying march across the desert, all to remain a Contender in the Brimstone Bleed for a chance at obtaining the Cure for her brother. She can't stop - and in SALT & STONE, Tella will have to face the unseen dangers of the ocean, the breathless cold of a mountain, and twisted new rules in the race.But what if the danger is deeper than that? How do you know who to trust when everyone's keeping secrets? What do you do when the person you'd relied on most suddenly isn't there for support? How do you weigh one life against another? The race is coming to an end, and Tella is running out of time, resources, and strength. At the beginning of the race there were one hundred twenty-two Contenders. As Tella and her remaining friends start the fourth and final part of the race, just forty-one are left . . . and only one can win.Victoria Scott's stunning thriller will leave readers' hearts racing!
About the Author
Victoria Scott is the author of Fire & Flood, Salt & Stone, and the Dante Walker series. She lives in Dallas with her family, and is currently working on her next novel. Victoria adores getting to know her readers. Visit her online at VictoriaScottYA.com.
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Fox tongue against my cheek. A grizzly bear on his feet, roaring a warning. An iguana flat on my stomach. I don't have much time before my thoughts are gone from me. So I fill my lungs, and I think of Caroline. And Dink. And of Ransom and Levi and all the friends who aren't here for one reason or another. I think of Harper, too, of whether she'll make good on her promise to return and help me win.I squeeze my hands into fists. I close my eyes. And I whisper my brother's name inside the folds of my mind: Cody.Cody on the last day I saw him well. He was drinking pickle juice from the jar and wincing from the sourness. Has he always liked pickle juice? I can't remember, but I want to see him drink it again. I want to see him drink anything without the use of a straw and small sips. I want to take back every bad thing I've ever said to him and replace it with this: I look up to you.The woman appears. She says something. She's holding something. She lifts her slender arm into the air to show the men her prize.I narrow and widen my gaze, trying to see past the drug's fog.And then I know exactly what she's holding.It's a life jacket.