by McMann, Lisa
Contents
The Death Farm
Broken Harmony
The High Priest Aaron
Gondoleery’s Secret
Caves
From a Closet in Quill
Descent
Exodus
At the Palace Gate
Finding the Dots
A Little Help
Magnify, Focus, Every One
Patience
The Sun Also Rises
Together, Apart
In a Word
Where You First Saw Me
Repeat Times Three
Breaking the News
Behind the Wall
The Gray Shack
Ol’ Tater
Touch and Go
Nasty Places
The First Rescue
The Second Rescue
Approaching Normal
Alone
Empty Chairs and Empty Tables
Life on Warbler Island
A Still, Small Voice
For a Brief Moment
On the Move
The Birds, the Birds!
Information Overload
Lessons in Warblish
A Ray of Light
Making Plans
More Plans
And Finally, They’re Off
Across the Sea
A Small Problem
Destination: Unknown
Pirate Island
A Long Night
Still Stuck
A Face in the Pool
Waiting
The Death Enchantment
Gondoleery Rising
Warbler Calls
The Front Line
Hope at Last
Finally, the Beginning of the Third Rescue
The First Loss
Finding Lani
A Somber Ride
The Long Night
The Tale Is Told
One Last Tale
A Sleepless Night for the High Priest
Land Ho!
The Fourth Rescue
While Alex Slept
The Eighth Day
A Fight
A Promise
Back to Normal
Masquerade
A Visitor
Lights
About Lisa McMann
For Chloe
» » « «
Acknowledgements
I offer heartfelt thanks to all the amazing booksellers I’ve had the pleasure to meet along this journey, and no less thanks to the ones I haven’t met yet. I hope our paths cross soon.
To teachers and librarians: I see what you did there with that kid and that book. Your tireless work is inspiring. Thank you.
To my team of superheroes at Simon & Schuster, in the field, and around the globe, you amaze me with your fresh ideas, your enthusiasm, your dedication, and your kindness. You have become dear friends to me over the years, and you give me reasons to be thankful for you every single day. Special thanks to my fabulous editor, Liesa Abrams, and my publicist, Nicole Russo, for making me look good when I don’t deserve it.
To my astounding agent, Michael Bourret—lover of villains, master of plot twist ideas—my career and my life would be so boring without you.
To all my family and friends, your support is incredible and it means so much to me. Thank you.
Last but not least, sincere thanks to my amazing fans for reading my books. Thank you for going on this Unwanteds journey with me. I hope you’ll see it through to the end.
Death Farm
It was as if Artimé had never existed.
In the weeks since the death of Marcus Today, Alexander Stowe was often seen sitting on a rickety stool, staring out the window of the gray shack, clouding the glass with his breath. Sometimes he leaned his head of dark tangled curls or pressed a dirty cheek against the pane to catch a few moments of sleep when he could stay awake no longer.
Today was no different. He stared even now, but he wasn’t seeing anything at all.
In his hand he gripped a piece of paper with a colorful border, which was beginning to smudge, and he never let it go even though he’d memorized the words on it. It was his last message from Mr. Today, a cryptic, poetic spell that would fix all Alex’s problems if only he could decipher the clues. He went over the words for the millionth time in his mind.
Follow the dots as the traveling sun,
Magnify, focus, every one.
Stand enrobed where you first saw me,
Utter in order; repeat times three.
The only thing Alex truly understood about the clue was the “enrobed” part. Mr. Today had been famous for his colorful robes, and Alex imagined there was some hint of magic to the robes themselves—there must be if Alex had to wear one to make the world of Artimé come back. Alex had the good fortune of possessing the only robe in existence at this moment—the one Mr. Today had been wearing when Alex’s Wanted twin brother, Aaron, killed him. The robe was Alex’s only symbol of hope in a time that could not possibly be any darker.
“You should eat something,” said a voice at Alex’s shoulder. It was Henry Haluki, Lani’s younger brother, and next to him stood the Silent boy, a ring of thorns threaded through the skin around his neck. When Alex turned and focused his bleary eyes on the boys, Henry held out a good-sized half shell he’d been using as a small bowl.
Alex smiled and took it. “Thanks,” he said, breathing in the faint smell of a weak seafood broth. His empty stomach snarled, begging for it, but Alex hesitated. The Unwanteds were beginning to starve. He handed it back to Henry and shook his head. “Give it to Meg,” he said. “No, wait … to Carina Fathom and her baby. They need it most.” Alex swallowed hard and turned away so he wouldn’t be tempted to grab it back again. It would be a sign of acceptance to Carina, who was so mortified that her mother, Eva, had turned against Artimé that she couldn’t bear to look Alex in the eye.
Henry frowned, but he shuffled away obediently and left the shack carrying the soup. The Silent boy followed him, both of them careful not to disturb any sleeping bodies on the floor. After a minute Alex stood up, stretched his tired limbs, and left too. He walked around to the front of the shack, maneuvering over the still body of Jim, the winged tortoise, whose mosaic back sparkled in the sunshine, until he reached Florence, frozen in full stride. Nimbly he climbed, using Florence’s legs and arms as a ladder, and he swung his body up to the roof as if he’d done it dozens of times.
He lifted a hand to shield his eyes and looked west, in the direction of the two islands that dotted the ocean. “Follow the dots as the traveling sun,” he muttered. “The dots have got to mean the islands, but … ” He didn’t finish the sentence because there were so many unknowns. The phrase didn’t even make sense. And then the next line—“magnify, focus, every one.” How could Alex magnify and focus on the islands? He was stuck on this island. He couldn’t get any closer. He had no binoculars. Sometimes, when conditions were less favorable, he couldn’t even see the more distant one. And “every one”? There were only two visible, though Simber had told him once that there were actually three in that direction. Mr. Today certainly would’ve said “both” if he meant only the two he could see, but the clue said “every one.” Could Mr. Today have meant to include the island of Quill, too? And what about the rest of the chain that they couldn’t see, to the east? There were seven islands in all, with Quill in the center, Simber had said… .
Oh, Simber. A wave of grief flooded Alex. He closed his eyes for a moment. Nightmares had plagued him since Simber had plunged into the sea, deadweight. All the rest of the creatures Mr. Today had created in Artimé had ceased to be alive then too, from the moment of the mage’s death. The mansion and every wond
erful thing in it was gone. Worse, two of Alex’s best friends remained missing on Warbler Island, where the Silents had come from, and Alex had no means by which to search for them.
Alex shook his head. “I don’t know what to do,” he whispered.
Just then he heard a shout from the gate that led to Quill. He stood up on the roof to see what was happening. The shout had come from Henry, who lay sprawled on the dusty ground. Two other Unwanteds ran off through the gate and disappeared into Quill, with the Silent boy giving chase. Henry didn’t move.
Broken Harmony
Alex scrambled down to the ground and ran to see what had happened. By the time he got to Henry’s side, Sean Ranger and the Silent girl had arrived on the scene, and Meghan Ranger ran from the water’s edge. The girrinos sat near the gate, unmoving, in heaps like boulders.
“What happened?” Alex demanded. “Did you guys see anything?” He looked from the Silent girl to Meghan to Sean, who knelt next to the boy.
Henry rolled to his side, curled up, and sucked in a few sharp breaths, as if he’d fallen hard and had the wind knocked out of him. After a minute, he waved Sean away and rose to his feet, dusting off his pants. There was a trickle of blood coming from his nose. He wiped it gingerly on his sleeve and scowled. “They stole the broth,” he said. His lip quivered for an instant, and then it stopped. “Crow ran after them.”
Sean raised an eyebrow as Meghan took a closer look at Henry’s injuries. “Crow?”
“The Silent boy,” Alex said. “Henry named him.”
“That is his name,” Henry said. “He showed me. He drew a bird in the sand and I guessed it.”
“I’m going after him,” Alex said, finding it a little easier now to take charge than he had just a few short weeks ago. “Sean, you want to get the story?”
Sean nodded. Alex started off toward the gate and then stopped, turned, and called back, “We need to have a meeting. You, me, Meg, Henry, and the Silents. See if you guys can find out if Mr. Appleblossom and Carina are available too. They’ve had their hands full with the fish catchers the last few days.”
“Got it,” Sean said.
Alex’s best friend, Meghan, whose skin was mostly healed around the band of metal thorns on her neck, could only nod in response.
Alex didn’t have to go far before he saw Crow walking back toward the gate. He caught up with the boy and turned around, walking with him. “You okay, little guy?” Alex asked.
Crow nodded and punched his fist into his other palm.
“I know,” Alex said. “But I don’t want you to fight. I shouldn’t have sent you guys out in the open with food like that. People are mean when they get desperate.” He pressed his hand into his own stomach, trying to batten down the hunger. He knew he didn’t have much time before the little plot of land that had once been Artimé became a battleground of infighting. And if that happened, the Unwanteds were doomed.
Who was Alex trying to fool? If he didn’t do something quick, they were already doomed.
Crow kicked the dusty road with his bare foot as they turned in at the gate.
“We’re going to have a meeting. I’d like you to be there, okay?”
The Silent boy made a fist and tapped it to his chest. It was the new Artiméan symbol of loyalty, which meant “I am with you.”
Alex smiled. “Good.”
They made their way to the shack. Alex poked his head in and spied Henry sitting in the midst of dozens of other Unwanteds, most of whom were trying to get their six-hour shift of sleep. “Meet by Florence,” Alex whispered, trying not to disturb the slumbering masses. The roof was the only private place around.
The small team of Unwanteds assembled one by one around Florence. It was a strange group, since three among them were unable to make a sound, and a fourth, Carina’s baby boy, spoke only gibberish.
Henry scrambled up Florence’s limbs to the roof and then reached down to take the baby. Alex, Meghan, Crow, the Silent girl, and Carina all climbed up too, and they sat in the shade—for the moment—of Quill’s forty-foot-tall stone wall.
Alex looked at the Silents. “So, your name is really Crow?” he asked the boy.
The boy nodded.
Alex smiled. “Nice.” He looked at the girl. “I wish I knew your name,” he said.
She tilted her head and both she and Crow pointed upward.
Alex frowned and looked up. “Cloud?” he guessed. “Blue? Sunny? Star? Rain?”
The girl shook her head and pointed again.
Carina and Henry looked on, and then Henry piped up. “Is it Sky?”
The Silent girl nodded, her face breaking into a bright smile.
“Sky,” Alex said, gazing at her. He liked the sound of that. And then he blushed and looked down to see if Sean was coming.
On the ground, Sean appeared, along with Mr. Appleblossom. “Um … ,” Sean said, looking first at the man, who was one of the original Unwanteds Mr. Today had saved, then glancing up at the roof. “Is this going to be a problem, Sigfried?” he asked the theater instructor.
“Oh my,” Mr. Appleblossom murmured, “what a predicament indeed.” He gazed imploringly at Florence’s ebony face. “It’s not the height that bothers me, of course. I’m nimble quite enough, though lacking speed. But think of when she wakes! Severe remorse—without our gentle mage to intercede. I may as well attempt a pommel horse.” Instead he drew back a few steps and gave Sean a measuring glance. “Or vault,” he murmured, suddenly thoughtful. “At that I may perchance succeed.” He brought a finger to his chin, calculating his odds of running and vaulting to the roof using Sean’s back, rather than disrespecting the enormous warrior trainer.
“She’ll never know. We won’t tell her, I promise,” said Sean, his eyes widening in alarm when he realized what Mr. Appleblossom was considering. “There’s really no other way to get up there—I’m not nearly big enough to be used as a gymnastics apparatus. Besides, I’m sure Florence would be glad she helped us in her own way.”
The theater instructor shuddered, then set his shoulders and carefully climbed up the statue to the roof, where he settled next to the others. Sean followed.
“Well then, everyone,” Alex began, and then he cleared his throat a little. “It seems things are beginning to crumble.”
Meghan’s eyes shot open wide.
“To put it bluntly,” Sean said.
“How much water is left?” Alex asked Sean.
“About a barrel and a half.”
Alex turned to Carina. “And the fishing?”
“They’re catching a dozen or so each day, and some shellfish. Not enough to keep us all from starving, I’m afraid, no matter how thin we make the broth.” Carina looked down at her hands. “People have been fighting over it the last few days. It’s not good.”
“I got attacked,” Henry said. He still held baby Seth, who was content for the moment to sit and gnaw on Henry’s shirt collar. “I was trying to bring you some broth, Carina. Two guys came up to me and Crow. They grabbed the food and shoved me.” He shifted the baby to his other leg. “They took off and Crow chased them.”
“I’m so sorry,” Carina said. “How could anybody do that to you?” She looked at Crow. “Did you see what they looked like?”
Crow nodded.
“You’d be able to recognize them?”
The boy nodded again.
Mr. Appleblossom shook his head. “My guess is that these thugs will not be back. The high priest’s guards are bribing Artimé. We’ve lost a score so far—I’m keeping track. What boy would starve when facing a soufflé? I blame them not for joining that wolf pack.”
Alex winced. “Twenty gone? I guess it’s not surprising.”
“It won’t be long before a true uprising,” the theater teacher added in a quiet voice, completing Alex’s couplet.
Alex turned to look at the instructor, his stomach feeling as pinched as Mr. Appleblossom’s heat-flushed cheeks and sunburned forehead looked. “I know, Mr. A,” he said wi
th a hint of desperation. “I’m trying.”
“Of course you are, my boy. I have no doubt.” Mr. Appleblossom patted Alex’s shoulder and gave him a sympathetic look. “I hope the rest of us can help you out.”
“I’m open to any suggestions.” Alex pulled Mr. Today’s note from his pocket and unfolded it. “I know you’ve heard it before, but I’m going to read this to you all again,” he said, looking around the group. “If you think of anything that might help me solve these clues, please say it, no matter how silly it sounds. We’re desperate. Here goes:
Follow the dots as the traveling sun,
Magnify, focus, every one.
Stand enrobed where you first saw me,
Utter in order; repeat times three.”
Alex looked around the group. “Anyone?”
Sky, the Silent girl, closed her eyes and frowned, a look of concentration on her face.
Carina looked out across the water to the west. “Do you still believe the dots are the islands?”
“I don’t know what else they could be,” Alex said. “Trees? We don’t have any. Buildings? Ditto. The clue refers to the sun, and the sun sets over the islands we can see. It seems the most logical thing.”
“But I don’t get how you are supposed to magnify and focus on them when we can’t see them all from here,” Sean said. “And we’re stranded. Maybe we shouldn’t have used the raft for firewood.”
Sky opened her eyes, sat straight up, and shook her head violently. She clutched her hands to her throat and fell back against the shingles, feigning death.
Alex gave his newest friend a small smile, impressed with her theatrics, though now wasn’t the time to mention that. “She’s right,” he said. “The water is really too rough out there for a raft, as Sky and Crow know. Besides, I’m not sure what an excursion would do for us—I wouldn’t have the first idea of what to magnify and focus on once we got to the other islands. Even with a powerboat it would take days and days to stop at all of them. And talk about dangerous—we have no idea what kinds of people we’d face… . ” He trailed off and couldn’t help but glance at Meghan’s neck. She looked back at him, her sober gaze unwavering. How badly Alex wished he could fix her, but with no tools or magic or medical supplies, he didn’t dare risk trying. He wondered if she’d ever be able to speak again. Or sing.
