Under the Surface - Couverture souple

Urban, Diana

Couverture souple

ISBN 10 : 0593857232 ISBN 13 : 9780593857236

Editeur : Penguin Young Readers Group, 2024

Synopsis

A twisty survival-thriller set in the catacombs of Paris from rising YA star, Diana Urban, perfect for fans of Natalie D. Richards, Stephanie Perkins, and Jessica Goodman.


Ruby has always dreamed of her senior class trip to Paris and is dead set on capturing original content for her travel YouTube channel while abroad. Bonus? It means she will get to spend more time with her crush/video editor Sean.

After a calm first night, Ruby’s best friend Val convinces Ruby and two other girls—including Ruby’s ex best friend and current nemesis—to sneak out of the hotel and attend a once-in-a-lifetime party with a sexy new Parisian friend, within the catacombs, the dark uncharted maze of bones beneath the streets of the City of Light.

As the group travels the miles of twisted tunnels, the eternal resting place to countless, anonymous souls, it becomes clear: they’re hopelessly lost. The deeper they venture, the darker the secrets revealed about the catacombs become. But Ruby’s biggest problem may not be the strange noises coming from those dark narrow halls or the bones of the dead fortifying the walls but instead the people she thought she could trust the most.

A propos du livre

À propos de l'auteur

Diana Urban is an award-winning author of dark, twisty thrillers, including All Your Twisted Secrets, These Deadly Games, and Lying in the Deep. When she’s not torturing her fictional characters, she freelances in video game narrative writing. She lives with her husband and cat in Boston and enjoys reading, playing video games, fawning over cute animals, and looking at the beach from a safe distance. Visit her online at dianaurban.com.

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I never thought I’d die alone in the dark under the City of Light.
That’s what they call Paris. The City of Light. Makes sense when you think of the Eiffel Tower glinting in the sun or sparkling at night over the Seine. Or the vibrant paintings bedecking the palatial Louvre Museum. Or the glittering fashionistas strolling the ­Champs-​­Élysées. Or the dazzling boulevards with whitewashed buildings gleaming like pearls against the blue sky.
God, I’d kill for some of that light right now.
As I hurtle through the dark, cramped corridor deep underground, my phone’s flashlight makes elongated shadows bounce and bob across the craggy walls like a chaotic, ghostly dance, and I have to stoop to keep my skull from slamming into the low, jagged ceiling.
There’s no sign of the others.
Terror claws up my chest, and I try not to think of the crunching noises under my boots, try not to think how it’s only a matter of time until my phone runs out of power, until my mouth parches, my stomach shrivels, and my legs give out beneath me. Then there’ll be nothing to do but curl into a ball and wait for the darkness to become infinite.
Unless they get to me first.
No. That can’t happen. I won’t let it.
I turn a corner and slam my back against the wall, then toggle off my flashlight, plunging the corridor into pitch blackness. But hiding in the dark means my friends won’t find me, either. I breathe hard, feeling like I could choke on the dank, humid air, and a sob scrapes my throat. I’m screwed. Undeniably, irrevocably screwed. But I can’t spiral. Panicking got me into this mess to begin with.
Keeping my spirits up among six million corpses isn’t exactly an easy feat. That’s how many are entombed down here in the catacombs, their skeletal remains intricately arranged throughout this ancient labyrinth that stretches under the bustling streets of Paris like layers of rotted casserole squished under a decadent crust. My chest constricts, and it’s like I can feel the crushing weight of all six million dead.
And that number’s high enough, thank you very much.
A low, rasping growl echoes through the passageway. My heart jolts, and I clamp a shaking hand over my mouth to mask my heavy breathing.
But it’s too late.
They found me.
Maybe there are worse things than dying alone.

Détails de l'édition

• Éditeur: Penguin Young Readers Group
• Date d'édition: 2024
• Langue: anglais
• ISBN 10: 0593857232
• ISBN 13: 9780593857236
• Reliure: Broché
• Nombre de pages: 368
• Coordonnées du fabricant: Penguin Random House Verlagsgruppe GmbH; kundenservice@penguinrandomhouse.de; ; Neumarkter Straße 28; München; Bayern; 81673; Allemagne