"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 In the Nyxia Triad series finale, Emmett and the Genesis team must join forces with a surprising set of allies if they're ever to make it home alive. The Genesis team may have been brought to Eden as Babel's unsuspecting pawns, but they refuse to be sacrificed in this winner-take-all game. Thanks to their secret alliance with Eden's indigenous population, they know something Babel doesn't. This world is coming to an end. But Emmett and the Genesis team lost their secret advantage when their escape route was destroyed, leaving them stranded on the dying planet with their adversary. They must find a way to win one final battle for control of the Genesis ships--or they'll lose Babel's twisted game once and for all. This is their last chance to rise. Praise for 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 "File this book under A for Amazing." --JAY KRISTOFF, New York Times bestselling co-author of Aurora Rising Praise for 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 "The  diverse characters are a refreshing aspec t of this tale." — Kirkus "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 a teacher of English and creative writing 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 hopes that his former students see themselves, vibrant and on the page, in characters like Emmett. You can follow him on Facebook, on Instagram, and on Twitter at @Scott_Thought. Longwei Yu     18 days 12 hours 11 minutes     Babel’s king bleeds.   For a moment, I think I’ve lost the trail. But I double back and find his blood painted across moonlit leaves. A great streak of scarlet marks the body of a swollen trunk. If I squinted any longer, I might have been able to convince myself the mark looked like the Chinese characters for dying.   I need this king alive.   Moonlight dominates the clearing. A creek angles west. It forks, and just there, I see where Defoe must have gone. There are no footprints, not in this ghostly place, but it’s the most reasonable decision. A massive tree has been exposed at the roots. They curl above and around a hollow. It’s the kind of burrow a deer might sleep in. I watch the shadows for several minutes.   No movement.   I follow the creek forward. The trees sway, their branches and leaves grasping at the light of the nearest moon. It almost feels as if the entire forest is flinching away from where Defoe is hidden. Fifty meters. I lift both hands innocently into the air. My eyes trace over the landscape, through the shadows. I’m not eager to die just because some creature has picked up our scent.   Twenty-five meters. I pause, hands still raised, awaiting an invitation. The shadows are too deep to see anything. Breathing. I can hear breathing. One shallow breath after another.   Reaching up, I tap the light on my shoulder. A beam flashes out--like a third moon--and highlights the makeshift cavern. Defoe is there. His eyes take in the sight of me before closing in pain. I can feel him grasping, the subtle trace of nyxia in the air. Clearly, he’s far too weak to do much with the substance. I have a choice to make. The consequences will echo.   The first choice ends here and now. How painfully simple it would be to finish him. One of Babel’s greatest threats, erased. It would eliminate any opportunity for him to hurt the others.   It would also eliminate any opportunity to infiltrate Babel. Show up on their doorstep without him and I become a prisoner. The other choice: Save him. Rescue. Subvert. Wait.   When I strike, I want to make sure I hit an artery. My two choices and their consequences play out in less than a breath. “Mr. Defoe.” I make my voice calm. “I came to help you.”   He wheezes. It’s almost a laugh. It is clear what he thinks of me.   “Longwei--of course you did. . . .”   I watch as he leans his head back. Hidden at his hip, an explosive. Identical to the one he used on th