Table of Contents
Praise for CHECKMATE
By the Same Author
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Epigraph
Prologue
Part Three months later . . . Chapter one. Callie Rose
Jude versus Jasmine Chapter two. Jasmine
Chapter three. Rose is 7¼
Chapter four. Sephy
Chapter five. Rose is 7¼
Chapter six. Sephy
Chapter seven. Meggie
Chapter eight. Sephy
Chapter nine. Meggie
Chapter ten. Sephy
Chapter eleven. Rose is 8½
Chapter twelve. Sephy
Chapter thirteen. Rose is 8½
Chapter fourteen. Sephy
Chapter fifteen. Rose is 9
Chapter sixteen. Rose is 9
Chapter seventeen. Sephy
Chapter eighteen. Rose is 9
Chapter nineteen. Rose is 9
Chapter twenty. Sephy
Chapter twenty-one. Rose is 10
Chapter twenty-two. Jasmine
Chapter twenty-three. Sephy
Chapter twenty-four. Rose is 10
Chapter twenty-five. Jude
Chapter twenty-six. Rose is 10
Chapter twenty-seven. Sephy
Chapter twenty-eight. Rose is 10
Chapter twenty-nine. Rose is 10
Jude versus Jasmine Chapter thirty. Jude
Chapter thirty-one. Jasmine
Chapter thirty-two. Jude
Sephy versus Callie Rose Chapter thirty-three. Sephy
Chapter thirty-four. Callie Rose
Chapter thirty-five. Sephy
Chapter thirty-six. Callie Rose
Chapter thirty-seven. Sephy
Chapter thirty-eight. Callie Rose is 11
Chapter thirty-nine. Sephy
Chapter forty. Rose is 11
Chapter forty-one. Meggie
Chapter forty-two. Sephy
Chapter forty-three. Rose is 11
Chapter forty-four. Sephy
Chapter forty-five. Rose is 11
Chapter forty-six. Jude
Chapter forty-seven. Callie Rose is 11
Chapter forty-eight. Meggie
Chapter forty-nine. Sephy
Chapter fifty. Jasmine
Chapter fifty-one. Callie Rose is 12
Chapter fifty-two. Sephy
Chapter fifty-three. Callie Rose is 12
Chapter fifty-four. Jasmine
Chapter fifty-five. Sephy
Chapter fifty-six. Callie Rose is 12
Chapter fifty-seven. Sephy
Chapter fifty-eight. Jude
Chapter fifty-nine. Sephy
Chapter sixty. Callie Rose is 12
Chapter sixty-two. Jude
Jude versus Jasmine Chapter sixty-three. Jasmine
Chapter sixty-four. Jude
Chapter sixty-five. Callie Rose is 13
Chapter sixty-six. Sephy
Chapter sixty-seven. Jasmine
Chapter sixty-eight. Callie Rose is 13
Chapter sixty-nine. Callie Rose is 13
Chapter seventy. Jude
Chapter seventy-one. Callie Rose is 13
Chapter seventy-two. Callie Rose is 13
Chpater seventy-three. Meggie
Sephy versus Callie Rose Chapter seventy-four. Callie Rose
Chapter seventy-five. Callie Rose is 13
Chapter seventy-six. Sephy
Chapter seventy-seven. Meggie
Chapter seventy-eight. Sephy
Chapter seventy-nine. Callie is 14
Chapter eighty. Sephy
Chapter eighty-one. Callie is 14
Chapter eighty-two. Sephy
Chapter eighty-three. Callie is 14
Chapter eighty-four. Sephy
Callum's letters Chapter eighty-five. Sephy
Chapter eighty-six. Callie Rose
Chapter eighty-seven. Callie is 14
Chapter eighty-eight. Jasmine
Chapter eighty-nine. Callie is 15
Chapter ninety. Jude
Chapter ninety-one. Callie is 15
Chapter ninety-two. Sephy
Sephy versus Callie Rose Chapter ninety-three. Callie Rose
Chapter ninety-four. Callum
Chapter ninety-five. Callie Rose
Chapter ninety-six. Callie is 15
Chapter ninety-seven. Sephy
Chapter ninety-eight. Callie is 15
Chapter ninety-nine. Meggie
Chapter one hundred. Sephy
Chapter one hundred and one. Callie is 15
Chapter one hundred and two. Meggie
Chapter one hundred and three. Callie is 15
Chapter one hundred and four. Jude
Chapter one hundred and five. Sephy
Chapter one hundred and six. Jude
Chapter one hundred and seven. Callie is 15
Chapter one hundred and eight. Sephy
Chapter one hundred and nine. Callie is 15
Chapter one hundred and ten. Jude
Chapter one hundred and eleven. Callie is 15
Chapter one hundred and twelve. Jasmine
Chapter one hundred and thirteen. Callie is 15
Chapter one hundred and fourteen. Jude
Chapter one hundred and fifteen. Callie is 15
Chapter one hundred and sixteen. Callie is 15
Chapter one hundred and seventeen. Sephy
Chapter one hundred and eighteen. Callie is 15
Chapter one hundred and nineteen. Jasmine
Chapter one hundred and twenty. Callie is 15
Jude versus Jasmine Chapter one hundred and twenty-one. Jasmine
Chapter one hundred and twenty-two. Jude
Chapter one hundred and twenty-three. Meggie
Callie Rose and Sephy Chapter one hundred and twenty-four. Callie Rose
Chapter one hundred and twenty-five. Sephy
Chapter one hundred and twenty-six. Callie Rose
About the Author
Praise for CHECKMATE:
'A gripping read from the first page' Writeaway!
'Checkmate once again explores the lasting impact of
prejudice, discrimination and the legacy of traumatic family
history on the next generation in the author's brilliantly
imagined world. Readers will not be disappointed'
Publishing News
'A perfect end to an important and thought-provoking trilogy'
The Bookseller
'Complex but beautifully crafted . . . dramatic, intensely
moving . . . it truly ensares the reader and is well worth
the wait' Carousel
'Thought-provoking brilliance' Funday Times
'Another emotional hard-hitter, the bluntly told and ineniously
constructed story of Callie Rose' Sunday Times
'There's no mistaking the genuine grassroots passion with
which Checkmate, the final part of Malorie Blackman's
trilogy, has been anticipated among young teen
readers . . . Blackman is a terrific thriller writer, driving her
plots forward with skill and tenacity' Evening Standard
'This will be extremely popular among teenage girls'
The Guardian
'Blackman is an expert plotter, spinning her narrative
with great skill' TES
'Taut and brilliantly paced . . . destined to become a classic'
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The Noughts & Crosses trilogy
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CHECKMATE
A.N.T.I.D.O.T.E.
DANGEROUS REALITY
DEAD GORGEOUS
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PIG-HEART BOY
THIEF!
THE DEADLY DARE MYSTERIES
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CLOUD BUSTING
OPERATION GADGETMAN!
WHIZZIWIG and WHIZZIWIG RETURNS
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MALORIE
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Checkmate
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This book is dedicated to
Neil and Lizzy
As always.
I love you. As always.
And I'd like to say a big thank-you to the
following people, without whom the Noughts &
Crosses series would've taken at least twice as long!
Mum and Wendy
Hilary – my agent, for her never-failing
humour and patience
Sue Cook and Annie Eaton
Roma and Eddie
Sean and Gill
Lesley
Minerva
Hilary, Heather, Amrit, Merris, Roxanne, Nadine, Verna,
Catherine, Sandra, Millie, Via, Elizabeth, Jill and Mary –
friends who constantly inspire awe and admiration
And all the other people who sent me emails
and letters to wish me well and spur me on.
And last but not least, this book is also dedicated to my
mother-in-law, Molly, who never showed me anything but
great love and kindness.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all.
EMILY DICKINSON
A man's character is his fate.
HERACLITUS
prologue
The General watched as his Liberation Militia commanders took their places around the imposing mahogany dining table. He studied each of them in turn. Years of self-discipline honed from childhood made it easy for him to keep his expression neutral. Six men and three women finally settled and looked at him in respectful anticipation. Most of those around the table were older than the General who, though in his late thirties, was the youngest leader the L.M. had ever had.
'The room's clean?' the General turned to ask Morgan Green, his personal assistant and right-hand man, who sat, not at the table, but just behind him. Next to Morgan sat Tanya, Morgan's assistant. They were the General's retinue and he was hardly ever seen without one or both of them in tow.
'Yes, sir. I've had the place swept for bugs and other surveillance devices twice. We're clean.'
The General's searching gaze lasered slowly but steadily around the room. They were meeting in the country mansion of a Liberation Militia sympathizer who was also a prominent Nought businessman. There were one or two 'prominent' Noughts in most areas of society now. One or two. A promising Nought ballerina or successful Nought stockbroker or Nought assistant to the assistant of the Chief of Police was always trotted out and put on show for the nation's media. How clever of the dark-skinned Crosses to 'allow' the occasional pale-skinned Nought to 'make it'. Successful Noughts were a safety valve. A sop for the Crosses to point to and say, 'See! He's made it. And if he can and you can't, then that's your fault, not ours.'
Not only was the meeting top secret, it also required the highest level of discretion. The commanders had arrived at the house over the course of the previous few nights, each under cover of darkness, in blacked-out cars and only after the surrounding area had been scanned and checked to ensure they weren't being observed. It was late winter and the sky was hauntingly dark. The damask curtains with blackout lining had been firmly drawn since mid-afternoon. Two crystal chandeliers above the vast table twinkled and glittered around the candle-shaped electric bulbs, like fairy lights on a tree at Crossmas time. Each of the walls around them was decorated with oak-wood panelling. An ornate and understatedly expensive silk rug had been placed under the table, covering the hardwood floor. Portraits and landscape paintings reflecting the owner's very conservative tastes had been hung at regular intervals over the panelling.
'Brothers and sisters,' the General began in a practised tone. 'The General Election date has been set. In just over twelve weeks, the country will go to the polls. It's time for all of us Noughts in the Liberation Militia to make our voices heard like never before. Make no mistake, we are being watched. We're being watched by our L.M. brothers and sisters who have given up their freedom or, in too many cases, their lives, in the quest for true equality between Noughts and Crosses. Failure is not an option. In front of each of you is a folder containing your objectives. Each of you has a target which is to be eliminated before the forthcoming election. Some of the targets are strategic buildings, some are our enemies in prominent positions. As regional commanders, you will be in charge of the planning and details.' The General paused to give himself time to fix each commander with his piercing brown-eyed stare. 'I know you won't let me down. None of us in the L.M. can afford to give up this fight until we have social justice and political equality for all Noughts.'
Murmurs and nods of assent quickly stilled as t
he General tapped impatient fingers on the mahogany table.
'Failsafe rules apply. None of you will know about the work of the other commanders. You will each ensure that the assignments you give your lieutenants remain the province of those lieutenants and no one else. I hope that's understood.'
'Yes, General.'
'Of course, General.'
'I'm also personally taking charge of the planning of a major event which will act as a devastating blow to the so-called authorities. It will take place the day before the election. We are all going to play our part in ensuring that this government is toppled.'
'If I may ask, General, what is this major event?'
The General turned to look at the man who'd just spoken – Jonathan Kidd, the regional commander of the South-West. Jonathan, more than any other person at the table, loved to ask questions. Inappropriate questions. Why was that? Why more questions from him than all the others put together?
'Jon, it's not our place to question the General,' Anna Tenski, the regional commander from the Mid-West, reprimanded quietly.
'No, Anna,' said the General evenly. 'This isn't a dictatorship. If Jon or anyone else for that matter has something to say then I encourage them to say it. I hope each of you feels able to express your ideas and voice your concerns to me at any time. I value your input.' The General turned to face Jon directly. 'It's better that you don't know, Jon. You're a valued member of my council and I know you and everyone else here would rather die than betray your brothers and sisters in the L.M., but what I have in mind will make every one of us fugitives for the rest of our lives. The Secret Service will leave no stone unturned in their efforts to hunt us down. Only two people will be involved in the job I have in mind, myself and one other. And it'll be carried out on that basis.'
'Of course, General,' said Jonathan, not once averting his eyes. 'I want you to know that you can count on me and all I have in any venture you propose.'
'Thank you, Jon,' said the General before turning back to face the other commanders. 'You have ten minutes to look through your folders, then I'll see each of you privately in the study to hear your initial thoughts. Analyse and memorize the contents of your folders – you will not be allowed to take them away with you.'