The Choosing (Paperback)Rachelle Dekker
Will Carrington uncover the truth before it destroys her?
Like all citizens since the Ruining, Carrington Hale knows the importance of this day. But she never expected the moment she’d spent a lifetime preparing for—her Choosing ceremony—to end in disaster. Ripped from her family, she’ll spend her days serving as a Lint, the lowest level of society. She knows it’s her duty to follow the true way of the Authority.
But as Carrington begins this nightmare, rumors of rebellion rattle her beliefs. Though the whispers contradict everything she’s been told, they resonate deep within.
Then Carrington is offered an unprecedented chance at the life she’s always dreamed of, yet she can’t shake the feeling that it may be an illusion. With a killer targeting Lints and corruption threatening the highest levels of the Authority, Carrington must uncover the truth before it destroys her.
About the Author
The oldest daughter of New York Times bestselling author Ted Dekker, Rachelle Dekker was inspired early on to discover truth through storytelling. The Choosing was her critically acclaimed debut novel. Rachelle graduated with a degree in communications and spent several years in marketing and corporate recruiting before making the transition to write full time. She lives in Nashville with her husband, Daniel, and their diva cat Blair.
Size211 x 140 mm
Series - CollectionA Seer Novel
Number of Pages464 pp
PublisherTyndale House Publishers
Carrington felt as though she’d collided with a mov-
The room around her echoed with sweet laughter
and flirtation. Handsome men softly led blushing
young ladies around the dance floor while other girls
looked on from corners, smiling with gleeful exuber-
ance, all of them too consumed with their personal victo-
ries to notice the dread filling Carrington’s face.
She should run. Maybe she could get away before they
came for her. But how many girls had successfully escaped
from the Authority? None.
Her hands trembled at her sides as bits of reality began
to crash against the inside of her skull.
How could things have gone so wrong? This was not
supposed to happen to her.
Panic pricked at her legs, and that voice of self-
preservation shouted at her to stop standing there like
a corpse and move.
Carrington turned toward the massive Capitol
Building doors and saw the horde of CityWatch guards
enter. Silently they spread out across the room and headed
for Carrington and the other girls who stood in fearful
The guards’ black uniforms fit their forms tightly
enough to punctuate how impossible it would be to over-
power them. Their faces were fixed in stern focus on the
task of collecting the Unchosen and escorting them to the
Fear filled Carrington’s chest like a balloon. Sweat
bled through the skin on her forehead. The room felt as
if it were being pumped full of hot air that wilted her
lungs. This wasn’t right; this wasn’t the plan. She should
be looking on others with pity, not feeling it for herself.
All the hours spent; all the learning and dreaming and
wishing. Her entire childhood had been consumed by
one singular thought, preparing for a single moment.
This wasn’t right.