"File this book under A for Amazing." -Jay Kristoff, New York Times bestselling author Discover book two in the sci-fi space trilogy that Bustle described as " The 100 meets Illuminae " and Marie Lu called, "a high-octane thriller." Emmett Atwater thought Babel's game sounded easy. Get points. Get paid. Go home. But it didn't take long for him to learn that Babel's competition was full of broken promises, none darker or more damaging than the last one. Now Emmett and the rest of the Genesis spaceship survivors must rally and forge their own path through a new world. Their mission from Babel is simple: extract nyxia, the most valuable material in the universe, and play nice with the indigenous Adamite population. But Emmett and the others quickly realize they are caught between two powerful forces-Babel and the Adamites-with clashing desires. Will the Genesis team make it out alive before it's too late? Praise for Book 1 in The Nyxia Triad: "A high-octane thriller . . . Nyxia grabs you from the first line and never lets go." -Marie Lu,#1 New York Times bestselling author of the Young Elites series "Brilliant concept meets stellar execution in this fast-paced deep space adventure. I was hooked from page one." -Victoria Schwab, #1 New York Times bestselling author "This is an amazing continuation of a solid first installment." — SLJ "The diverse characters are a refreshing aspect of this tale." — Kirkus "The series offers a great deal to YA science fiction, and readers will be anxiously looking forward to the next installment." — VOYA Praise for Book 1 in The Nyxia Triad: “ The 100  meets  Illuminae  in this high-octane sci-fi thriller.” — Bustle " Fans of the 'Hunger Games' and the 'Maze Runner'  series will enjoy this series opener." — SLJ "Both  curious and suspicious at every turn , [Emmett] is an ideal narrator, and  a sequel can’t come soon enough ." — The Bulletin "Emmett’s self-deprecation, wit, and ability to see the good in others  will keep readers riveted and eager for the next volume in this planned trilogy ." — PW   "Nyxia seems to have a mind of its own, but its mystery will carry over into  the sequel, which cannot come soon enough ." — VOYA Scott Reintgen is the author of the Nyxia Triad series. His former career as an English teacher in diverse urban communities in North Carolina taught him the difficult lesson that inspiration isn't equally accessible to everyone. So he set out to write a novel for the front-row sleepers and back-row dreamers in his classes. He currently lives in North Carolina with his wife, his son, and dog Luna. You can follow him on Facebook, on Instagram, and on Twitter at @Scott_Thought. Emmett Atwater       Fallen angels were cast down to Earth and became demons. When Babel casts us out, it’s in fire and blood and steel. As the descent begins, I hold on to one truth: I am more than what they would make of me.   It takes thirty seconds for the silence of space to give way as I break through Eden’s atmosphere. It sounds like giant fists hammering the sides of the pod. Metal screams, and I start shouting every cuss word I know. The porthole windows dazzle: bright purple slashes and golden hooks against black backdrops. The patterns start to turn my stomach, so I close my eyes.   A snarl and a snap, then I get a nice gut shot as the drags deploy. Flame-resistant chutes explode overhead. My velocity cuts to nothing, but my heart rate’s still spiking when the entire console flashes red. I lean forward and catch a glimpse of dark nothing before the pod drives, hammer-struck, into Eden’s surface.   “Landing sequence complete.”   I groan at the android voice. Grid lights flash from the console. They trace the contours of my body before winking out. My holographic avatar appears in the air. Burns on my lower back. The cut on my shoulder from Roathy’s blade is a thin red slash. There are a few speckled internal stresses, but nothing with exclamation points.   “You require medical attention.”   “You think? Let me out of the pod.”   “Exodus Sequence confirmed.”   The porthole windows are covered in mud, but that doesn’t stop the walls from peeling back like the wings of a great metallic insect. Sweat-soaked, I stagger out beneath the hatches and take my first steps on a foreign planet. Turn and search, turn and search. I’m alone.   My launch pod flashes red beacon lights, but I see no answer on the dark horizon. Behind me are vague, mountain-like rises. Ahead, a strangled valley thick with trees and creeks.   I look up, blink, and look again. Two moons loom in the starless night. Their combined light creates the illusion of a bright, snowy evening. Every branch is pale-painted, every creek a whitewashed echo. I look back up. One moon is bigger and brighter, its surface marred by a series of bloody scars. The other moon is dime-to-quarter of the first. Hanging in the sky, they look like a pair of mismatched eyes set in a dark, endless face.   The