This book is dedicated with love to my husband, Neil,. And to our have written this book .. 'There's more to life than just us noughts and you Crosses.'. Synopsis: Callum is a Nought--a second-class citizen in a world run by the ruling Crosses Sephy is a Cross, daughter of one of the most powerful men in the. Noughts and Crosses by Malorie Blackman - extract. Document. Pages. Notes. Text. Zoom. CLOSE. Previous for “” Next. p. 1. Loading Loading. p. 2. Loading.

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Noughts & Crosses Series, Book 1 · Noughts & Crosses Callum is a nought: pale-skinned and poor, he's considered to be less than nothing – a blanker, there . [PDF] Download Noughts & Crosses: Book 1 (Part1 of Noughts & Crosses Trilogy ) New Release. Full text of "Noughts and Crosses by Malorie Blackman - extract" . 'Can we just get on with the Maths in my book and forget about chatting with aliens for a.

He puts a great deal of money in Byron Sweet, one of McAuley's minions, to frame him as a traitor. He goes to the warehouse and successfully executes his plan. However, he is almost killed by two more of McAuley's minions. Luckily, Dan appears from nowhere and kills the two minions outside and McAuley, saving Tobey's life. Dan ends up on the run. Jasmine, in her will, gives both houses, including the beach, to Sephy.

Callie then points out that Jasmine and Jude died because of her. They eventually resume their relationship and admit their love. In the epilogue, it is revealed that both Callie and Tobey go to university to study law and that Tobey has set up and helps fund the Meadowview Shelter to help those with drug and alcohol addictions. Crossfire[ edit ] The fifth book in the series, Crossfire, is due to be published on 8 August Callum decides to let Sephy flee from the other kidnappers while they are out.

While he shows her the way back to town, Sephy badly injures her foot. He talks her into spending the night with her in an abandoned shack for her to recover. There, they argue but then realise their mutual love. They decide to run away together. They fall asleep after making love. The two are surprised by the rest of the gang.

Jude and Callum point their guns at each other. Sephy takes advantage of the confusion to flee. Jude and Callum point their guns at each other, and the story ends as a cliffhanger.

Minerva offers to patch up things with Jasmine, but Sephy tries to get Minerva to leave. As Sephy had feared after being followed by Jude for a few days, he arrives, planning to murder Sephy. Jude, Callum's older brother, watches Sephy enter her apartment building, and he plans to kill her. However, he does not know that Minerva is also in Sephy's apartment. Sephy tells Jude that she knew that he intended to kill her just before midnight since it was Callum's birthday that day.

Jude feels that Sephy is responsible for Callum's death and wants to make sure that Sephy will not see Callum's next birthday since Callum had not seen his next birthday.

Sephy is not alarmed and does not protest, but Minerva panics. Sephy tells Jude that he would be doing her a favour by killing her and wants to die because she misses Callum. When Minerva tries to change her mind, Sephy declares that she hates the baby because it was alive and that Callum should be alive instead.

That is a lie, and Sephy later threatens to kill Jude if he ever hurts her child. Sephy begins to provoke Jude by saying that she and Callum loved each other and Kamal offered her a choice of keeping the baby and letting Callum be hanged or getting an abortion and saving his life.

Jude loses his temper and tries to shoot Sephy, but his gun jams. Minerva, in an attempt to save Sephy and herself, runs towards the front door and screams to attract attention. That fails, and Jude shoots her in the shoulder. Jude realises that Sephy wants to die. Not a day less and certainly not a day more.

I didn't want things to change between us - ever. But at that moment I felt as if I might as well stand on the beach and command the sea never to move again. I shook my head, telling myself not to be so silly.

Nothing would ever come between me and Callum. I wouldn't let it. Neither would Callum. He needed our friendship just as much as I did. That was a strange way to put it.

As a friendship both of us needed? That didn't make any sense at all. I had friends at school. And a huge, extended family with cousins and aunts and uncles, and plenty of great whatevers and great- great whatevers to send Christmas and birthday cards to. But it wasn't the same as Callum and me. Callum glanced up impatiently. I smiled at him. After a brief puzzled look, he smiled back.

Then I had a brilliant idea. I haven't been to your house in ages and I could always phone up Mother once I'm there and. He'd started shaking his head the moment the suggestion had left my mouth. He picked up my bag and slung it over his shoulder. I frowned at Callum. Let's leave it for a while - OK? Aren't I welcome?

But the beach is better,' Callum shrugged and set off. I immediately shut up. I seemed to have an acute case of foot-in-mouth disease today.

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We walked back in silence. Up the stone steps, worn to satin smoothness by the procession of centuries of feet and along the cliff side, heading further and further inland, away from the sea. I looked across the open grassland towards the house which dominated the view for kilometres around.

My parents' country house.

Seven bedrooms and five reception rooms for four people. What a waste. Four people in such a vast house - four lonely peas rolling about in a can. We were still some distance from it but it rose like an all-seeing giant above us. I pretended I didn't see Callum flinch at the sight of it. Is it any wonder I preferred the laughter of his house to the dignified silence of my own?

We walked on for wordless minutes until Callum's steps slowed and stopped altogether.

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What's wrong? Give me a hug? After a moment's hesitation, I decided not to ask. Callum looked different. What I'd thought of as a permanent teasing sparkle in his eyes when he looked at me was gone without a trace.

His eyes were storm-grey and just as troubled. He ran his fingers over his short-cut, chestnut brown hair in a gesture that seemed almost nervous. I opened my arms and stepped towards Callum. He was holding me, squeezing me too tightly but I didn't say a word. I held my breath so it wouldn't hurt so much. Just when I thought I'd have to gasp or protest, Callum suddenly let me go.

In our usual place? He was already walking away.

What's the ma. I watched my best friend tear away from me, his hands over his ears. What was going on? I carried on walking up to the house, my head bent as I tried to figure it out. Mother came hurtling down the steps, her ex- pression dour and fierce — as always. She'd obviously not had as many glasses of wine today as she normally did, otherwise she wouldn't be in such a bad mood. I turned back to where Callum had been, but he was already out of sight - which was just as well.

Mother grabbed my arm with bony fingers that bit like pincers. I was down on the beach.

I told you not to wander off today. I tried to bend to rub my bruised skin but Mother was still dragging me. Stop pulling me. I'm not luggage. I had no choice but to follow. To her, my dirty looks were water off a duck's feathers.

The warm, wonderful afternoon was excluded from our house with the closing of the front door. Mother was one of those 'refined' women who could make the quiet closing of a door as forceful as a slam.

Every time Mother looked at me, I could feel her wishing that I was more ladylike, like my scabby big sister, Minerva. I called her Minnie for short when I wanted to annoy her, because she hated it so much. I called her Minnie all the time. She loved our house as much as I hated it. She called it 'grand'.

To me it was like a bad museum - all cold floors and marble pillars and carved stonework which glossy maga- zines loved to photograph but which no-one with half a gram of sense would ever want to live in. Thank God for Callum. Callum had kissed me. Callum had actually kissed me! My smile slowly faded as a unbidden thought crept into my head. There was just one thing that stopped my day from being entirely perfect.

If only Callum and I didn't have to sneak and creep around. If only Callum wasn't a nought. Callum 'I live in a palace with golden walls and silver turrets and marble floors. My heart sank. I closed my eyes again. It still hadn't worked. It never worked. I hesitated outside my house - if you could call it that.

Every time I came back from Scphy's, I flinched at the sight of the shack that was meant to be my home. Why couldn't my family live in a house like Sephy's? Why didn't any nought I knew of live in a house like Sephy's? My stomach tightened, my eyes began to narrow So I forced myself to look away.

Forced myself to look around at the oak and beech and chestnut trees that lined our street, lifting their branches up to the sky. I watched a solitary cloud slowdance above me, watched a swallow dart and soar without a care in the world.

Steeling myself, I pushed open the front door and walked inside. I was worried sick. There was no hall or passageway with rooms leading off it like in Sephy's house.

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As soon as you opened our front door, there was our living room with its fifth- hand threadbare nylon carpet and its seventh-hand cloth sofa. The only thing in the room that was worth a damn was the oaken table. Years before, Dad had cut it and shaped it and carved the dragon's leaf pattern into it, put it together and polished it himself.

A lot of love and work had gone into that table. Sephy's mother had once tried to download it but Mum and Dad wouldn't part with it. I'm waiting, Callum. Where were you? I sat down at my place around the table and looked away from Mum. Dad wasn't bothered about me - or anything else, for that matter. He was totally focused on his food.

Jude, my seventeen-year-old brother, grinned knowingly at me. He's a really irritating toad. I looked away from him as well. If you don't know what you're talking about you should shut your mouth. Say that again and I'll knock you fiat. Jude could see what I was thinking because his smirk broadened.

Your dagger what? They were always daggers. Why don't you go and get stuffed?! I went for a walk, that's all. Pasta sloshed over the sides and onto the table. Seconds later, Jude had whipped up the overspill and it was in his mouth! Astounded seconds ticked past as everyone at the table stared at Jude. He even had Lynette's attention — and that was saying something. Not much brought my sister out of her mysterious world. Amusement won. Mum started to laugh.

Already Lyncttc was turning away, her head bowed as always, her attention on her lap — as always. She looked up and gave me the briefest of smiles before returning her gaze to her lap. My sister looks like me - the same brown hair, eyes the same shade of grey.

Jude's got black hair and brown eyes and looks like Mum. Lynny and I don't look like Mum or Dad particularly. Maybe that's part of the reason why we've always been close. Closer than Jude and I. She was the one who looked after me when Mum had to work and couldn't take me with her. But now she can't even look after herself. She's a bit simple.

She looks her age, twenty, but her mind is outside time. She's away with the fairies as my grandma used to say. She wasn't always that way. Three years ago something happened which changed her.

An accident. And just like that the sister I knew was gone. Now she doesn't go out, doesn't talk much, doesn't think much as far as I can tell. She just is. She stays lost in the middle of her own world somewhere. We can't get in and she doesn't come out. Not often anyway, and certainly not for any length of time.

But her mind takes her to somewhere kind, I think, to judge by the peaceful, serene look on her face most of the time. Sometimes I wondered if it was worth losing your marbles to find that kind of peace. Sometimes I envied her. And I'd thought I'd got away with it. I should' ve guessed that Mum wouldn't let the matter rest. I breathed an outward sigh of relief. Mum was obviously tired because for once she'd chosen to believe me. Lynette gave me one of her secret smiles. She turned to spoon pasta onto her plate as Mum returned with the pan of mince.

My son is going to Heathcroft High School.

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Imagine that! We noughts should have our own schools with the same opportunities that the Crosses enjoy,' Mum retorted. I opened my mouth to speak but the words wouldn't come. They were just a jumble in my head. If a Cross had said that to me, I'd be accusing them of all sorts. It seemed to me we'd practised segregation for centuries now and that hadn't worked either.

What would satisfy all the noughts and the Crosses who felt the same as Mum? Separate countries? Separate planets? How far away was far enough? What was it about the differences in others that scared some people so much?

He just has to be better at it, that's all. If you think. Don't worry,' I interrupted. Mum clamped her lips together, her expression thunderous.There was just one thing that stopped my day from being entirely perfect. We walked back in silence. I stared at my best friend. But her mind takes her to somewhere kind, I think, to judge by the peaceful, serene look on her face most of the time.

He spent every waking moment trying to goad me into hitting out at him. I frowned at Callum. Where were you? I called her Minnie for short when I wanted to annoy her, because she hated it so much.