SLAY
(Sprache: Englisch)
"The YA debut we're most excited for this year." -Entertainment Weekly
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"The YA debut we're most excited for this year." -Entertainment Weekly"A book that knocks you off your feet while dropping the kind of knowledge that'll keep you down for the count. Prepare to BE slain." -Nic Stone, New York Times bestselling author of Dear Martin and Odd One Out
Ready Player One meets The Hate U Give in this dynamite debut novel that follows a fierce teen game developer as she battles a real-life troll intent on ruining the Black Panther-inspired video game she created and the safe community it represents for Black gamers.
By day, seventeen-year-old Kiera Johnson is an honors student, a math tutor, and one of the only Black kids at Jefferson Academy. But at home, she joins hundreds of thousands of Black gamers who duel worldwide as Nubian personas in the secret multiplayer online role-playing card game, SLAY. No one knows Kiera is the game developer, not her friends, her family, not even her boyfriend, Malcolm, who believes video games are partially responsible for the "downfall of the Black man."
But when a teen in Kansas City is murdered over a dispute in the SLAY world, news of the game reaches mainstream media, and SLAY is labeled a racist, exclusionist, violent hub for thugs and criminals. Even worse, an anonymous troll infiltrates the game, threatening to sue Kiera for "anti-white discrimination."
Driven to save the only world in which she can be herself, Kiera must preserve her secret identity and harness what it means to be unapologetically Black in a world intimidated by Blackness. But can she protect her game without losing herself in the process?
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Chapter 1: Playing the Game 1. PLAYING THE GAME By day, I'm an honors student at Jefferson Academy. At night, I turn into the Nubian goddess most people know as Emerald.
The second the bell rings, I'm out of my desk seat and bolting through the classroom door. There's a battle tonight between PrestoBox, a master wizard from the Tundra, and Zama, a Voodoo queen from the same region. I absolutely can't miss it. Once safely in the hallway, I pull out my phone and open WhatsApp to find a new text from the game mod, Cicada.
Cicada: You watching the tundra semifinals tonight?
I smile, glancing up for a second to watch where I'm going as throngs of students pour from classrooms and navigate around me.
Me: Wouldn't miss it.
"Hey, Kix!" comes Harper's voice, startling me from my thoughts. I look up to see her and my sister, Steph, walking toward me in their matching pink T-shirts with the Greek letters for Beta Beta Psi, a collective of the eight most outspoken, unapologetic, woke feminists at Jefferson Academy. Leave it to my parents to transfer us to a high school that prepares its students for college so thoroughly, they claim to have the most robust high school Greek life program in the country.
"Hey, Harp. Hey, Steph," I say, trying not to sound disappointed that I won't get out of here for another ten minutes. I slip my phone into my back pocket and put on my best happy to see you face.
"Hey, Kiera," Steph says with a grin, brushing her bangs out of the way of her lime-green glasses. Steph has a new pair of cheap plastic glasses for each day of the week, and her hair is always pressed straight and cut neatly at her shoulders. She insists keeping her hair straight saves time in the morning, but until she can prove it, I'll keep my five-minute wake-up-and-shake-out-my-twist-out routine.
"I'm heading home early today to get started on our Beta Beta posters for the game next week," she says. "Each one is going to have an inspirational word
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at the top in huge bubble letters-like 'endurance' and 'perseverance.' We're going to have the players sign them and put them up in the halls around school afterward. Plus, Mom said she'll take me out later tonight to get more permit hours. Wanna walk with me?"
I thought endurance and perseverance were kind of the same thing, but if I start in on that conversation, I really won't get out of this hallway before the duel starts. Harper chimes in before I can answer.
"Actually, Steph," says Harper, "I wanted to talk to Kix for a second. Need to ask her advice about something."
That's what she calls me. Kix. Like the cereal. Or like the shoes. I can't tell and never bothered to ask. Steph and I look at each other. We both know what's coming. Harper is about to ask me an impossible question, because she knows Steph isn't going to give her a straight answer.
"Well, now I'm curious," says Steph. "What is it?"
Harper glances over her shoulder as if she's watching for someone, and she folds her arms across her chest and shrugs.
"It feels kind of weird to even be asking this question, but I'm asking because I genuinely don't know the answer."
I sigh and nod at her to just ask the question already. She always prefaces these with a disclaimer if it's going to be one of those questions with two wrong answers. She didn't used to be like this. When we were kids, Harper used to come over our house for Mario Kart, Legacy of Planets, and snacks. We used to talk about Usher and Fresh Prince, and boys in our class, and babysit her little brother, Wyatt. But now Steph is president of Beta Beta, and Harper is VP, and as royalt
I thought endurance and perseverance were kind of the same thing, but if I start in on that conversation, I really won't get out of this hallway before the duel starts. Harper chimes in before I can answer.
"Actually, Steph," says Harper, "I wanted to talk to Kix for a second. Need to ask her advice about something."
That's what she calls me. Kix. Like the cereal. Or like the shoes. I can't tell and never bothered to ask. Steph and I look at each other. We both know what's coming. Harper is about to ask me an impossible question, because she knows Steph isn't going to give her a straight answer.
"Well, now I'm curious," says Steph. "What is it?"
Harper glances over her shoulder as if she's watching for someone, and she folds her arms across her chest and shrugs.
"It feels kind of weird to even be asking this question, but I'm asking because I genuinely don't know the answer."
I sigh and nod at her to just ask the question already. She always prefaces these with a disclaimer if it's going to be one of those questions with two wrong answers. She didn't used to be like this. When we were kids, Harper used to come over our house for Mario Kart, Legacy of Planets, and snacks. We used to talk about Usher and Fresh Prince, and boys in our class, and babysit her little brother, Wyatt. But now Steph is president of Beta Beta, and Harper is VP, and as royalt
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Autoren-Porträt von Brittney Morris
Brittney Morris is the author of SLAY, The Cost of Knowing, and The Jump, and has written video game narrative for Insomniac Games's Marvel's Spider-Man 2 for PlayStation 5, Unknown Worlds's Subnautica: Below Zero, and Soma Games's The Lost Legends of Redwall. She is the founder and former president of the Boston University Creative Writing Club. She holds a BA in economics. You can find her online at AuthorBrittneyMorris.com and on Twitter or Instagram @BrittneyMMorris.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Brittney Morris
- Altersempfehlung: Ab 12 Jahre
- 2019, 336 Seiten, Maße: 13,7 x 23 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Simon & Schuster US
- ISBN-10: 1534455248
- ISBN-13: 9781534455245
- Erscheinungsdatum: 11.10.2019
Sprache:
Englisch
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