All These Monsters

From New York Times best-selling author Amy Tintera, a high-stakes sci-fi adventure about a teen girl who will do anything to escape her troubled home—even if that means joining a dangerous monster-fighting squad. Perfect for fans of Warcross and Renegades.

Seventeen-year-old Clara is ready to fight back. Fight back against her abusive father, fight back against the only life she’s ever known, and most of all, fight back against scrabs, the earth-dwelling monsters that are currently ravaging the world. So when an opportunity arises for Clara to join an international monster-fighting squad, she jumps at the chance.

When Clara starts training with her teammates, however, she realizes what fighting monsters really means: sore muscles, exhaustion, and worst of all, death. Scrabs are unpredictable, violent, and terrifying. But as Clara gains confidence in her battle skills, she starts to realize scrabs might not be the biggest evil. The true monsters are the ones you least expect.

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  • Format: Paperback

  • ISBN-13/EAN: 9780358447689

  • ISBN-10: 0358447682

  • Pages: 464

  • Price: $9.99

  • Publication Date: 06/15/2021

  • Carton Quantity: 24

  • Age(s): 14,15,16

  • Grade(s): 9-12

Amy Tintera
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Amy Tintera

Amy Tintera is the New York Times bestselling author of the Reboot and Ruined series. She earned degrees in journalism and film and worked in Hollywood before becoming an author. She lives in Austin, Texas, where she can usually be found staring into space, dreaming up ways to make her characters run for their lives.  www.amytintera.com Twitter: @amytintera Instagram: @amytintera
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  • reviews
    "What appears to be a dystopian science-fiction adventure turns out fundamentally to be about a young woman’s emotional path to transcendence over the cycle of abuse. Tintera gracefully balances heart-pounding action with compelling connections between Clara and her teammates, all told through snappy dialogue and prose.... A thrilling and worthy #MeToo story with frightening monsters of all kinds."—Kirkus 

     

    "Tintera (the Ruined trilogy) has created a fully fleshed alternative world in which monsters, both literal and figurative, lurk around every corner. Peppered with explosive fight scenes, this action-packed novel moves at a swift pace, featuring robust, emotionally resonant characters."—Publishers Weekly 

     

    "A sci-fi action dynamo with romantic overtones that screams for a sequel."—School Library Journal 

     

    "[C]haracter and relationship development within the team takes center stage....Clara is a strong character, and many readers will follow her into the concluding volume." —Booklist 

     

    "Amy Tintera is one of my favorite authors, and this is her best book yet. From its badass heroine to its heart-stopping action, from its totally immersive world to the deeply-felt personal story at the heart of this book, All These Monsters is something fresh and new, and it kept me up late into the night." —Amie Kaufman, New York Times bestselling author of Illuminae and Aurora Rising  

     

    All These Monsters has everything you want in a young adult novel—heart-stopping action, big personalities, scary monsters—but Amy Tintera has also created an unforgettable heroine in Clara. Not only is Clara a badass Latina, but readers will root for her as she contends with a family secret that clouds her every decision. Couldn't put it down!” 

    —Lilliam Rivera, author of Dealing in Dreams and The Education of Margot Sanchez. 

     

    "A globe-trotting dystopian novel about thrill seeking teens hunting down monsters plaguing Europe. Fun and action-packed, with characters I really rooted for." —Lauren James, author of The Loneliest Girl in the Universe

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    1

    The bag slammed into my body, and I hit the mat with a grunt. I flipped over, scrambling to my knees as I tried to find the weapon that just flew out of my hand. 

          Four claws appeared at my throat. A loud buzzer sounded. 

          Dead. 

          I flopped back on the mat, letting out an annoyed huff of air. That was embarrassing. I didn’t even make it thirty seconds that round. 

          “You have one more life,” the voice on the intercom said. “Do you want to take a break first?” 

          I got to my feet and turned to where a large, skeptical man named Bubba watched me through the window. I considered telling him to forget about the last life. Surely I’d humiliated myself enough for one day. 

          I shook my head. “No, I’m fine.” 

          Bubba made a face like, wow, she’s an idiot. I was very familiar with this expression. 

          He pressed a button on his computer, and the practice dummy retracted, squeaking as it zipped along the track mounted to the ceiling. 

          I put my hands on my hips as I took a deep breath. Four lives, and I died within two minutes each round. I really was an idiot. Bubba was a good judge of character. 

          “You sure you don’t want the body pads, Clara?” Bubba asked over the intercom. “You took a pretty big hit just now.” 

          “No.” I shook out my shoulders. “I don’t need pads.” Pads were for football players. I’d never had padding to protect me from a hit. 

          “The girls usually take the pads,” he said. “Especially . . .” He didn’t finish his sentence. He didn’t need to. Especially the girls who didn’t look tough. Especially the girls with their dark brown hair in French braid pigtails and breasts that were made to hold up dresses, not jump around fighting monsters. I really shouldn’t have been doing this in a regular bra. Sorry, boobs. 

          “I don’t need pads,” I said again. 

          “All right. Ready?” Bubba asked over the intercom. 

          “Yeah.” 

          “Sword.” Bubba sounded like he’d lost what little faith he had in me. 

          I grabbed my sword from the mat. It wasn’t actually a sword, just a plastic tube that looked like it belonged on a vacuum cleaner. It had a light on the end that glowed green if I hit a weak spot. I’d only seen it light up once, briefly. 

          The buzzer sounded, indicating that I had five seconds to prepare. I tightened my grip on my vacuum attachment. 

          There were four practice dummies hanging from the ceiling, but I’d picked a level one session, so only one jolted away from the wall. It was made out of a large punching bag with plastic arms attached, complete with four-inch claws at the end. 

          It looked cheap, and stupid. Until it started moving. 

          The dummy flew at me, metal screeching as it zoomed forward. It was made to approximate a real scrab, and it moved incredibly fast. 

          Claws sliced through the air. I stumbled backward, the mat squishing beneath my feet. 

          The dummy’s body swung side to side as it raced along the track, claws outstretched. I ducked beneath its arms and darted around it. I’d clearly surprised it, because it took a second for it to swing around. 

          I jumped forward, thrusting the sword at its neck. I saw the green light, but only for a second. I hadn’t put enough force behind the weapon for a kill shot. 

          I barely pulled my hand back in time to miss getting dinged by plastic claws. I spun and ran, ready to swerve and surprise it again— 

          The bag slammed into my back, sending me crashing into the wall. I hit it so hard that I could have sworn the wall shook. That was going to leave a bruise. 

          “Whoa, are you—” 

          Bubba’s voice cut out as I jumped away from the wall and dashed around the dummy. It swung to face me, all ten claws stretching for my face. I launched at it, throwing my sword into its neck as hard as I could. 

          The sword glowed bright green. The dummy’s arms dropped. A pleasant dinging sound echoed through the room. 

          I won. I killed it. 

          “Congrats, darlin’,” Bubba said over the intercom. He didn’t actually sound all that happy for me. “You sure can take a hit. Last guy in here cried after round two.” 

          I blew my bangs out of my eyes. I could definitely take a hit. One of my few talents. 

          And I could kill a dummy pretending to be a scrab one in five times. 

          I watched as the dummy retracted. If I’d had more money, I might have asked Bubba to give me another full set of lives. I wanted to pound the vacuum attachment into that fake scrab until it was thoroughly dead. 

          “Meet me up front,” Bubba said. 

          The dummy took its place at the back of the room, and I dropped my sword into its charger on the wall. 

          I walked out of the simulation room and down the hallway to the front desk. Bubba’s Combat Training and Games wasn’t much to look at, inside or out. It was a squat, windowless building on the side of the highway, the kind of place that might be the last thing you saw before you died. The front room consisted of a few metal chairs, a desk, and walls covered in flyers advertising various services.

    European Vacation Special 

    Buy 5 defense classes for the family and get 2 free!

    Weapons, Armor, and Guns 

    What works, and what doesn’t. Free book with class!

    Florida Beach Tips 

    Learn to spot scrabs in the sand.

    The last one was a couple years old. There hadn’t been a scrab sighting in Florida for a long time. They were rarely spotted anywhere in North America these days. It had been three months since the last one, in South Carolina, and the National Guard had shown up almost immediately to whisk it away. 

          Bubba must never have removed old flyers, because I spotted a bunch of old stuff—the announcement requiring Texas high school students to take combat class instead of gym, a seminar discussing scrab origin theories, even a newspaper article from 2013 about the attack in New Orleans, with

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Related Categories

  • Format: Paperback

  • ISBN-13/EAN: 9780358447689

  • ISBN-10: 0358447682

  • Pages: 464

  • Price: $9.99

  • Publication Date: 06/15/2021

  • Carton Quantity: 24

  • Age(s): 14,15,16

  • Grade(s): 9-12

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