Read an excerpt for THE ENDS OF THE WORLD by Maggie Hall

Read an excerpt from THE ENDS OF THE WORLD, the final book of The Conspiracy of Us series by Maggie Hall. 

The Ends of the World is the third and final book of The Conspiracy of Us series by Maggie Hall. The book comes out next month, but if you can’t wait to read it, you can read an excerpt of it below!

Book Synopsis:

The Circle is hers.

But Avery West has lost everything else: her mother, the family she’d just found, and the one boy she trusted. In their place are unfathomable power, a staged relationship that makes her question every real feeling she’s ever had, and a mission to find the cure to the virus that’s made her own blood a weapon.

Then disaster strikes, turning Avery, Stellan, Jack, and Elodie into the most wanted people in the world. To clear their names and the growing rift between the families of the Circle before the world dissolves into World War Three, they’ll have to make a desperate, dangerous final race for Alexander the Great’s tomb. What they will find inside will mean the world’s salvation—or destruction.

Avery will have to decide how much she’s willing to sacrifice–for the world, for family, and for love–in this thrilling conclusion to the Conspiracy of Us series.

Read the excerpt:

At night, in the dark, were the only times I couldn’t get it to go away.

The screams, the smirk on Cole Saxon’s face, the sound of my mother’s first cough, when I didn’t understand yet, and the second one, when I did. Her bloodied face. People falling all around me, choking on their own blood because of mine.

In waking hours—like now—my brain took those same memories and did something different with them.

The guy I was watching across the party was short, with dark hair, wearing a tuxedo. I could only see his back as he meandered from the bar to the edge of the property, gazing out over the twinkling lights of Jerusalem.

“Kuklachka,” Stellan said in my ear.

I squinted. Now that he was closer, I could tell the guy’s hair was curlier than I’d thought. Longer. He finally turned around, taking a sip of his champagne. It wasn’t Cole Saxon. None of them ever were. I should be glad. If the Saxons actually showed up here, it would mean nothing good.

I turned to Stellan. “What?”

He rested a hand possessively on my lower back and leaned in close. “I asked if you wanted to go skinny-dipping in the fountain. Liven up this party a little.” I stared up at him blankly. He sighed. “I asked if you’d happened to see the Rajesh family come in while I was talking to Elodie.”

I should have smiled at the joke. That’s what he was trying to do: loosen me up, make me look like a girl in a cocktail dress at a party should. But my brain no longer remembered how to create that feeling on its own. So I rearranged my features in a way that I hoped from the outside looked more pleasant and less robotic than it felt. “No. I don’t think they’re here yet. Maybe we should start with someone else.”

He didn’t even attempt a fake smile back.

A firework burst, loud enough to shake the ground. Nearby, next to the very fountain Stellan had been trying to joke about, Jack and Elodie both glanced up at the sky. Elodie leaned in to whisper to Jack, and she winced almost imperceptibly. She’d been shot and was still healing, which meant she was still at half capacity. She hated it. But she was here tonight, for us. Just like she was every day. For the past month, she and Jack had been with Stellan and me as friends. Tonight, they were here as our Keepers.

This party was a celebration, and we were the guests of honor. Tomorrow, we were to be initiated as the thirteenth family of the Circle of Twelve.

Stellan cleared his throat. I brought my attention back from scanning the crowd to find his hand extended to me. “Dance?” he said.

“Why?” I said through my forced smile.

To read the rest of the excerpt, go here!

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By Molly

Molly is a proud Canadian who is currently attending university in Scotland. She loves to read, write, watch films, and talk about Sarah J. Maas books. If not snuggled up with a book, Molly can usually be found tapping at the dance studio, or writing yet another essay.

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