The 100: Day 21 (The 100, Book 2)
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It's been 21 days since the hundred landed on Earth. They're the only humans to set foot on the planet in centuries...or so they thought. Facing an unknown enemy, the hundred struggle to survive the only way they can--together, as secrets are revealed, beliefs are challenged, and relationships are tested.
and Dmitri’s shoulders. “We could’ve used those this afternoon, you know.” Graham raised an eyebrow as he surveyed the newest cabin. They were finally getting the hang of it; there were no gaps in the roof this time, which meant it would be much warmer and drier at night. None of the structures had windows, though. They were too time-consuming to cut, and without access to glass or plastic, they would be little more than gaping holes in the walls. “Trust me, this is more important,” Graham
annoyed. It would be great to have help hunting; he just wished it could’ve come from anyone besides Graham. “Look what I have,” he crowed, letting his kill fall to the ground with a thud. “Graham, it’s still alive,” Priya said, stepping forward while the others backed away in fear and disgust. She was right. The creature was twitching. It was larger than the rabbits Bellamy had brought back, but smaller than a deer. It had a long snout, slightly rounded ears, and a bushy, striped tail. He
between Graham and the girl. “Clarke, take Sasha back to the infirmary and keep an eye on her until we figure out what to do.” “I know what to do,” Bellamy interrupted, anger and frustration beginning to boil dangerously in his blood. “We grab our weapons and go after the bastards who took Octavia.” “Don’t!” Sasha said, her voice suddenly shaky. “They’ll kill you. There are a lot more of us than there are of you.” “So we’ll bring you with us, as leverage.” Graham pushed past Wells and grabbed
inspiration, wisdom, and bookish mirth. Above all, I’m grateful to my family. Every word I write is shaped by the stories you gave me, stories tucked into piles of books, shining out from late night movies, and swirled into choruses of raucous laughter. I love you more than all the stars in the galaxy. Contents COVER TITLE PAGE WELCOME DEDICATION CHAPTER 1: Wells CHAPTER 2: Clarke CHAPTER 3: Glass CHAPTER 4: Wells CHAPTER 5: Bellamy CHAPTER 6: Clarke CHAPTER 7: Glass CHAPTER 8: Wells CHAPTER
confident as soldier-Luke, but he held himself differently. More relaxed. “I’m underdressed,” Glass said, tugging at the sleeve of her slightly dingy shirt. Luke tilted his head to the side and surveyed her for a long moment. “You look perfect.” There was a note of admiration in his voice that made Glass grateful for the candles, for the flickering light that obscured her old clothes and her sudden blush. She took a few steps forward and ran her finger along Luke’s sleeve. “Where did you get