When Death himself has given up on life, only eighteen-year-old Xander Atwood can help. But Xander has a secret--one that may be the end of everything.

Contrary to popular belief, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse aren’t just harbingers of doom—they actually keep life in balance. But what happens when their leader and creator, Death, becomes suicidal?

Before the first living thing drew its first gasping breath, he was there. He has watched humanity for millennia. And he has finally decided that humanity is not worth the price he has paid time and again. When Death himself gives up on life, a teenager named Xander Atwood is the world's only hope. But Xander bears a secret, one that may bring about the end of everything.

This heart-pounding final installment of the Riders of the Apocalypse series looks at the value of life, the strength of love, and how a small voice can change everything . . . forever.


A Junior Library Guild Selection

Riders of the Apocalypse Series, Book #4

March 2012
Harcourt Graphia
ISBN-10: 0547712154
ISBN-13: 978-0547712154

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A portion of proceeds will be donated to the organization To Write Love On Her Arms.

Excerpt from Breath




Praise for Breath

"A riveting read."
—Kirkus Reviews

"Kessler has crafted a complex and gritty story that is a fitting end to a series. . . [Breath] will leave readers thinking."

"The series is a strong and unique attempt to encourage troubled teens to consider their options and accept the help they need, while exposing all readers to the pain their friends may be experiencing."

Xander Atwood hated heights. Always had. Ever since he was a kid and chickened out of jumping off the high diving board at the community pool—much to the irritation of the kids behind him who had to make way as he climbed down the ladder, shamefaced—Xander staunchly preferred for the ground to be within easy reach. Going to the top floor of buildings was fine, as long as it wasn’t in one of those funky glass-walled elevators. Driving over bridges gave him fits. Airplanes were right out. Let others soar with the eagles; Xander was perfectly content with an ant’s-eye view.

So the fact that he was leaning over the balcony railing of his parents’ apartment building, thirty floors above the street, was a very big deal.

“So,” he said. “Want to talk about it?”

“Not really,” replied Death.



Copyright © 2013 Jackie Morse Kessler

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