The Flame Never Dies (The Stars Never Rise Duology)

The Flame Never Dies (The Stars Never Rise Duology)

For fans of Cassandra Clare and Richelle Mead comes the unputdownable sequel to The Stars Never Rise, a book Rachel Caine, author of the bestselling Morganville Vampires series, called “haunting, unsettling, and eerily beautiful.” ONE SPARK WILL RISE. Nina Kane was born to be an exorcist. And since uncovering the horrifying truth—that the war against demons is far from over—seventeen-year-old Nina and her pregnant younger sister, Mellie, have been on the run, incinerating the remains of the demon horde as they go.   In the badlands, Nina, Mellie, and Finn, the fugitive and rogue exorcist who saved her life, find allies in a group of freedom fighters. They also face a new threat: Pandemonia, a city full of demons. But this fresh new hell is the least of Nina’s worries. The well of souls ran dry more than a century ago, drained by the demons secretly living among humans, and without a donor soul, Mellie’s child will die within hours of its birth.   Nina isn’t about to let that happen . . . even if it means she has to make the ultimate sacrifice.     Praise for THE STARS NEVER RISE “This high-stakes romantic thriller had me hooked from the very first page!” —Kimberly Derting, author of the Taking trilogy “A hugely fun and entertaining read.” — SLJ “Vincent (the Soul Screamers series) carves out an intriguing niche in the post-apocalyptic landscape . . . plenty of reasons for readers to look forward to the next installment.” — Publishers Weekly “Reminiscent of Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale . . . fans of Divergent and the Hunger Games will love the complexity of the setting and characters.” — VOYA PRAISE FOR The Flame Never Dies : "A page-turner."-- Kirkus Reviews   "Such a fantastic sequel to THE STARS NEVER RISE [...] Just like its predecessor, THE FLAME NEVER DIES is fast-paced and so very entertaining. The beautiful truth is, Rachel Vincent is smart. Her twists and turns are creative and unexpected. It’s a pleasure to read this series because I don’t spend my time guessing, I spend it transfixed by the intricate plot." -- Hit or Miss Books (blog) RACHEL VINCENT is the New York Times bestselling author of many books for adults and for teens, including The Stars Never Rise and the Shifters, Unbound, and Soul Screamers series. A resident of Oklahoma, she has two teenagers, two cats, and a BA in English, each of which contributes in some way to every book she writes. When she’s not working, Rachel can be found curled up with a book or watching movies and playing video games with her husband. Visit Rachel online at rachelvincent.com, and follow her on Twitter and Instagram. ONE     I crouched, tense, in the derelict remains of a high school gymnasium, one of the last buildings still standing in the town of Ashland, which had been mostly burned to the ground during the demonic uprising more than a century before. Though standing might be giving the gymnasium too much credit. The walls were upright. The floor was buckled, but intact, and dotted with rotting insulation that had fallen through the ceiling long before I was born. A few weak beams of daylight shone through small holes in the roof, highlighting dust motes in the air, and as I turned slowly, I marveled at how still and quiet the huge room felt.   A footstep whispered behind me and the sound of my pulse swelled in my ears. I spun and drove my heel into my attacker’s solar plexus. He flew backward with a breathless “Oof!” and landed hard on the warped wooden floor, scraping the last flakes of paint from what had once been standard basketball court markings. Or maybe a cartoonish depiction of the school mascot, like the one still clinging to the gray brick wall.   The assailant tried to get up, but I dropped onto him, straddling his hips, and shoved my left palm down on his chest. My right fist was pulled back, ready to punch him in the face, just in case.   Maddock held both hands palms-out between us, his hazel eyes wide as they stared up at me. “Nina, I give!”   I laughed as I climbed off him, wiping sweat from my forehead in spite of the cool spring morning.   “You’re getting good at this.” He pushed himself to his feet for the sixth time in ten minutes, rubbing his flat stomach where my boot had connected with it. “You’re almost ready to take on Devi.”   I turned my back so he couldn’t see me roll my eyes. “I’ll try to contain my joy.”   We’d been sparring for nearly an hour, burning energy we had no way to replenish in order to hone skills we couldn’t survive without on our own in the badlands.   Growing up under the tyrannical thumb of the Unified Church had been no picnic, even before we’d discovered that we were actually being governed by demons, raising human citizens like cattle for the slaughter. But at least food had been easy to swipe from the corner store less than a mile from my house.   Outside the Church’s walled-in cities, survival required much stricter planning. And vigorous self-defe