One girl. A corrupt government. A secret that could shatter a country.
★★★★★ “I haven’t been this hooked on a dystopian series since The Hunger Games and Divergent.”
What would you sacrifice to discover the truth?
For twelve years, Aleesha has survived as an illegal citizen in poverty-stricken Area Four. She lives by one rule – trust no one.
When her illegal status is discovered, Aleesha is forced to join a mysterious organisation intent on taking down the corrupt government. Then she’s introduced to Trey, an Insider who’s been brought up with everything she longs for: wealth, privilege, education.
An Insider who, like her, is being hunted by the government’s sinister militia.
Aleesha wants to hate him. But Trey may be the only person who can help her find her father – the man who could be her ticket out of poverty. If she can learn to trust him.
But discovering the truth comes at a terrible price. And too late, Aleesha and Trey realize that they’re just pawns in a much bigger game…
From USA Today Bestselling Author, Alison Ingleby, The Wall Series is an emotional rollercoaster packed with heart-pounding adventure, vivid characters and slow-burn romance. Perfect for fans of Suzanne Collins, Veronica Roth and Marie Lu.
Targeted Age Group:: 15+
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I dream about what the future will be like – good and bad. Having spent four years working as a disaster planner in London, perhaps it was inevitable that I'd write a dystopian series set in that city. Expendables shows a glimpse of a possible future, but the book is more about the resilience and gritty determination of two teenagers fighting for what they believe is right.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
Some of them just came to me or evolved as the stories developed. My two main characters, Aleesha and Trey, were created to be a contrast to each other. Their upbringings, world views and personality often mean they clash. Most of all, they are human, with human strengths and human flaws.
“Let’s just stay away from it, okay?” I scoot back from the edge, but Jay doesn’t move.
“Have you ever heard about tunnels under the Wall?”
“Nope. Who’s been spreading rumours now?”
He shrugs. “I overheard someone on the street talking about it the other week.”
“Maybe there are tunnels,” I start carefully, “but most of them would have been flooded in the Great Flood, and even if they’re dry, they must be hundreds of years old. More than likely they’ve caved in, or are about to.”
Jay smiles wryly, giving me a gentle shove. “Always got an answer for everything, haven’t you?”
I smile back and shove him harder. “Someone’s got to think through your crazy plans before you go off and get yourself killed.”
“Well, how about you use that great brain of yours to figure out a plan to get us into that place.” He pushes me again, but I’m still off balance. I teeter, my limbs flailing dangerously close to the shimmering Wall as I try to stop myself falling.
“Hey!” Jay’s voice carries a trace of alarm and he reaches out to grab me, but he misjudges the movement and knocks me instead, and it’s enough to tip me off my precarious stance. The slick fabric of my top slips through his fingers. There’s a scream, and I realize it’s coming from me, but it sounds so far away. Time slows and it feels as if I’m floating down, not falling. Bright colours dance across my eyes and I see nothing apart from the Wall.
I roll once, twice, three times. Pain shoots through my left shoulder and there’s the iron-tang of blood in my mouth. My breath comes in gasps. Colours still flash across my vision like bolts of lightning. I close my eyes.
What’s happening? Am I dead? Surely, if you’re dead you’re not supposed to feel pain?
I open my eyes. Cobblestones. Clean cobblestones. Almost gleaming. I run a finger over them. Gritty and rough. But no shards of glass, no empty chocco wrappers or old rat bones. No puddles of mud or vomit.
Hardly daring to breathe, I push myself up, ignoring the flash of pain at my elbow and shoulder, and look around. Towering above me is the Wall, the nearest mast visible along the long, narrow street.
In front of me are old-fashioned, brick-built houses. I take a step forward. “I’m alive.” My words ring out in the silence. Somehow, miraculously, I am alive. And what’s more, for the first time in my life, I’m Inside the Wall.
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