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The Dazzling Heights
Katharine McGee
New York City, 2118. A glittering vision of the future, where anything is possible – if you want it enough.The dazzling sequel to The Thousandth Floor.Manhattan is home to a thousand-story supertower, a beacon of futuristic glamour and high-tech luxury… and to millions of people living scandalous, secretive lives.LEDA is haunted by nightmares of what happened on the worst night of her life. She’s afraid the truth will get out – which is why she hires WATT, her very own hacker, to keep an eye on all of the witnesses for her. But what happens when their business relationship turns personal?When RYLIN receives a scholarship to an elite upper-floor school, her life transforms overnight. But being here also means seeing the boy she loves: the one whose heart she broke, and who broke hers in return.AVERY is grappling with the reality of her forbidden romance – is there anywhere in the world that’s safe for them to be together?And then there’s CALLIOPE, the mysterious, bohemian beauty who’s arrived in New York with a devious goal in mind – and too many secrets to count.Here in the Tower, no one is safe – because someone is watching their every move, someone with revenge in mind. After all, in a world of such dazzling heights, you’re always only one step away from a devastating fall….
First published in the USA by HarperCollins Publishers Inc in 2017
First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Children’s Books in 2017
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Source ISBN: 9780008179946
Ebook Edition © 2017 ISBN: 9780008179939
Version: 2017-07-26
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Contents
Cover (#ub3aa5086-f575-52c7-8d00-77e7b60e339f)
Title Page (#u1865f683-0fa5-5913-9082-79471248ba4c)
Copyright (#uba5d2a1c-d1e3-5de1-8709-e30453cf7639)
Dedication (#ua78feda4-dd80-5720-bb40-dcd75be60d07)
Prologue (#ub14ac259-287e-5425-b78a-6677e700b06c)
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PROLOGUE (#ulink_5de7f614-462b-58f7-a1cd-566cef3356d4)
IT WOULD BE several hours before the girl’s body was found.
It was late now; so late that it could once again be called early—that surreal, enchanted, twilight hour between the end of a party and the unfurling of a new day. The hour when reality grows dim and hazy at the edges, when nearly anything seems possible.
The girl floated facedown in the water. Above her stretched a towering city, dotted with light like fireflies, each pinprick an individual person, a fragile speck of life. The moon gazed over it all impassively, like the eye of an ancient god.
There was something deceptively peaceful about the scene. Water flowed around the girl in a serene dark sheet, making it seem that she was merely resting. The tendrils of her hair framed her face in a soft cloud. The folds of her dress clung determinedly to her legs, as if to protect her from the predawn chill. But the girl would never feel cold again.
Her arm was outstretched, as though she were reaching for someone she loved, or maybe to ward off some unspoken danger, or maybe even in regret over something she had done. The girl had certainly made enough mistakes in her too-short lifetime. But she couldn’t have known that they would all come crashing down around her tonight.
After all, no one goes to a party expecting to die.
