✍ Scribed by Emma Trevayne
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
Ever since he was a young boy, music has coursed through the veins of eighteen-year-old Anthem—the Corp has certainly seen to that. By encoding music with addictive and mind-altering elements, the Corp holds control over all citizens, particularly conduits like Anthem, whose life energy feeds the main power in the Grid.
Anthem finds hope and comfort in the twin siblings he cares for, even as he watches the life drain slowly and painfully from his father. Escape is found in his underground rock band, where music sounds free, clear, and unencoded deep in an abandoned basement. But when a band member dies suspiciously from a tracking overdose, Anthem knows that his time has suddenly become limited. Revolution all but sings in the air, and Anthem cannot help but answer the call with the chords of choice and free will. But will the girl he loves help or hinder him?
Emma Trevayne's dystopian debut novel is a little punk, a little rock, and plenty page-turning.
"Atmospheric and emotionally rich, this intense story practically sings with defiance, swaggering like the rock and punk of old. A strong debut from an author to watch."— Publishers Weekly (starred review)
"The story hums with tension. Plot twists and lots of action make for a riveting read . . . The music seems almost alive, as if it were itself a character."— School Library Journal (starred review)
"Anthem's personal connections to the richly written cast make the character-driven plot sing. Trevayne's debut showcases a creative concept, skillful dialogue and vivid characters."— Kirkus Reviews
Emma Trevayne is a full-time writer. She is an avid music collector, a lover of computer code languages, and a photographer. She has lived in Canada, England, and America. Follow her on Twitter @EMentior.
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