When Villains Rise

by Rebecca Schaeffer

Dexter meets Victoria Schwab in this dark and compelling fantasy about a girl who is determined to take down the black market once and for all in the conclusion to the trilogy that started with the critically acclaimed Not Even Bones.

  • Format: Hardcover
  • ISBN-13/EAN: 9781328863560
  • ISBN-10: 1328863565
  • Pages: 384
  • Publication Date: 09/08/2020
  • Carton Quantity: 24

About the book

Dexter meets Victoria Schwab in this dark and compelling fantasy about a girl who is determined to take down the black market once and for all in the conclusion to the trilogy that started with the critically acclaimed Not Even Bones. 


Nita finally has Fabricio, the boy who betrayed her to the black market, within her grasp. But when proof that Kovit’s a zannie—a monster who eats pain in order to survive—is leaked to the world, Nita must reevalute her plans. 


With enemies closing in on all sides, the only way out is for Nita and Kovit to take on the most dangerous man in the world: Fabricio’s father. He protects the secrets of the monsters who run the black market. Stealing those secrets could be the one thing that stands between Nita and Kovit and certain death in the thrilling conclusion to the trilogy that began with the critically acclaimed Not Even Bones.

About the author
Rebecca Schaeffer

Rebecca Schaeffer was born and raised in the Canadian prairies. Her itchy feet took her far from home. You can find her sitting in a cafe on the other side of the world, writing about villains, antiheroes, and morally ambiguous characters. She is the author of Not Even Bones, the first in a dark YA fantasy trilogy. rschaefferbooks.com Twitter: @rrschaeffer. Instagram: @rebecca_schaeffer



Nita stared at the cell phone screen, her eyes wide and her mind still trying to process what she was reading. 

      It was eerily silent all around her. Normally, she never noticed the sounds of Toronto, the roar of cars, the hum of air-conditioning units, the honks and shouts and creaks of life. But she certainly noticed their absence when the soundproofing blocked them out. It made her uneasy. 

      Her breathing was short and fast as she reread the email. But the words didn’t change, and the truth they told her didn’t either. 

      Henry, Kovit’s surrogate father and former employer, had sold Kovit’s information to the International Non-Human Police. 

      Henry had sent them videos of Kovit as a child torturing people to eat their pain, which would be plenty of evidence to convince INHUP that Kovit was a zannie. As a species on the Dangerous Unnaturals List, he could be killed, and it would be considered preemptive self-defense. He would get no trial. No jury would convict him. No judge would sentence him to prison or community service. 

      He would just be murdered. 

      Once the paperwork went through, in one week’s time, his face, his name, his life would go up on an international wanted poster that would be spread across media outlets worldwide. He’d be hunted down, and when he was caught, he would be brutally slaughtered. 

      In one week’s time, Kovit, Nita’s best friend and only ally, was going to die. 

      Nita clenched the phone in her sweaty palm, and then angrily shoved it in her pocket, as if pushing the phone and its incriminating emails out of sight would somehow make the terrible truth go away. 

      Across from her, lying on a cot on the floor, was Kovit’s internet friend and former colleague in the Family, Gold. Her bleached-blond hair was short and pressed flat against her scalp like a helmet, and half a dozen earrings danced up one ear. Her face had a bandage on one side from where Nita had burned her with acid, one arm was in a sling, and a crutch lay beside her cot, from when Kovit had dislocated her knee and shoulder. 

      “Did you know?” Nita asked, her voice tight and angry. 

      “Know what?” Gold rasped, still hoarse from screaming earlier. 

      “Did you know Henry was going to give INHUP evidence that Kovit was a zannie?” Nita snapped. 

      Gold was quiet a long moment, and then shook her head and looked away. “No.” 

      Nita’s shoulders slumped, and her fingers curled into her palms. She wanted to hurt Henry for what he’d done. But Henry was dead now, and there was nothing Nita could do to punish him, nothing she could do to vent her rage at this final betrayal. 

      No, now they had to deal with the fallout. 

      She turned around slowly, knowing the next step was to tell Kovit. He needed to know what had happened. 

      She thought of his face, the moment after he’d killed Henry. The absolute devastation in his eyes as he realized he’d broken his own rules, he’d killed someone who was like a parent to him. The rage as he made Gold scream, as something inside him broke, and he began to spiral downward into a dangerous place. 

      But she’d stopped him. Or he’d stopped himself. Or they’d stopped him together. For now, he was okay. Picking up the pieces of his shattered soul and forgetting his pain by causing pain to someone else. 

      Nita looked down the white hall at the pastel blue door at the end. Beyond that baby blue barrier, Kovit was doing what zannies did best. Hurting people and enjoying it. 

      Because Nita had asked him to. 

      She couldn’t hear the screams—the soundproofing was excellent. So she couldn’t hear what horrors he was committing to make himself feel better. Comfort food, he’d called it once, but she tried not to think too hard about the fact that he gained the same comfort from skinning people alive that others got from eating ice cream. 

      Her steps were silent as she approached the innocuous blue door. She hesitated in front of it. Maybe she should just wait for Kovit to be finished. He’d had a hard day. He deserved some downtime. Surely this news could wait until he’d had a good meal. 

      She closed her eyes. Did she really want to wait for Kovit’s sake, or because she didn’t want to see the grisly results of her decision? She hadn’t done well seeing Kovit torture an INHUP agent—the memory of his gurgling, tongueless screams was far too fresh. 

      Taking a deep breath, Nita knocked on the door. Then, remembering it was soundproofed and Kovit definitely couldn’t hear her, she pushed it open. 

      The screams hit her first. 

      Fabricio generally had a soft, unassuming voice. It was the kind of voice that you trusted. It was the kind of voice that belonged on a gentle soul, not on a traitorous jerk who sold the person who saved him to the black market. 

      His screaming was high-pitched and sharp, serrated and coated in something angry. It was a scream of pain and rage, not a scream of pain and fear. Nita wasn’t sure how she could tell the difference, but she could. 

      Fabricio slumped in his chair, wrists and ankles bound by silver duct tape. His tousled brown hair fell over his face, and the skin around his eyes was bright red from crying, the tear streaks mixing with the blood from his broken nose and painting pink lines down his cheeks. 

      Kovit stood in front of Fabricio, a twisted smile curling his mouth into something obscene, even as his body shivered in ecstasy from Fabricio’s pain. His hands were sticky with dark red blood, though from her angle, she couldn’t actually see the source of it. His black hair was glossy as a shampoo commercial, his skin almost glowing with health, his black eyes bright and hungry. The more pain he ate, the more beautiful he became, and as his body trembled with pleasure as Fabricio’s pain slid through him, Nita could see the subtle changes the pain made on his appearance. 

      He lowered the scalpel when he saw Nita, and his smile fell a little, concern replacing the manic glee that had been there moments before. In front of him, Fabricio choke-sobbed, his shoulders heaving for breath. 

      Nita spoke without looking directly at either of them, her words a rush, because she wanted to get them out. “Kovit, can we talk outside for a moment? It’s important. Something’s happened.” 

      Kovit’s frown deepened, but he nodded slowly. &ldquo...


"Schaeffer’s finale to her compellingly dark Market of Monsters trilogy is everything fans could hope for: violent, philosophical, suspenseful, and satisfying....Schaeffer has a lot of plot lines to settle in this volume, yet she keeps the story tight and doesn’t sacrifice her characters’ emotional growth....While this is a fitting conclusion, more books in this world would be welcome." —Booklist 


"Villains rise and shine in this final entry in the Market of Monsters trilogy....Although the novel never crosses a line into sugarcoating their inexcusable choices, it does show sympathy for its devils as it sails into a grand finale full of twists and turns...A dark, compelling ending to an uncomfortable, morally gray series." Kirkus 


Praise for Only Ashes Remain: 


"A gory, thought-provoking sequel mixing Dexter and John Wick and not for the faint-hearted." —Kirkus 


"[A]n unapologetically dark, morally messy thriller of survival, with an ambitious plot....A fascinating addition to a thought-provoking series." —Booklist