![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() She grabbed what little relief she could. The thin walls separating the two rooms didn’t block the noise, but they muffled it. Sweeney grumbled something that sounded like know-it-all as he stalked off to the exhibit in the next room over. They weren’t exactly fans of their resident child prodigy. Sweeney’s face twisted into a scowl, and she could hear her classmates’ thoughts grow increasingly sour. She’d glanced at it when they entered the museum, and her photographic memory recorded every detail. Sophie repressed a sigh as her mind flashed to an image of the information card in front of the display. Explain to the class how the Lambeosaurus differs from the other dinosaurs we’ve studied. He pointed to the enormous orange dinosaur with a duckbill in the center of the room. Since you’ve decided you’re above this lecture, why don’t you give it? Mr. It’d been her secret-her burden-since she fell and hit her head when she was five years old. They sliced into her consciousness, leaving sharp pains in their wake. Scattered, disconnected pieces of thoughts broadcast straight into Sophie’s brain-like being in a room with hundreds of TVs blaring different shows at the same time. But their mental voices were the real problem. He couldn’t even hear the noise.Ĭhatter from dozens of tourists echoed off the fossil-lined walls and splashed around the cavernous room. Sweeney understand why she needed the music to cancel the noise. Sophie tugged out a loose eyelash-a nervous habit-and stared at her feet. He didn’t seem to realize that unless the giant dinosaur replicas came to life and started eating people, no one cared. He’d dragged Sophie’s class to the Natural History Museum in Balboa Park, assuming his students would be excited about the all-day field trip. Sweeney held up her earbuds like they were evidence in a crime. Then perhaps you can explain why you were listening to your iPod instead of following along? Mr. It was the only way to survive as a twelve-year-old high school senior. Why she wore dull colors and lurked in the back, blocked by the other kids who were at least a foot taller than her. This was exactly the kind of attention she went out of her way to avoid. She pulled her shoulder-length blond hair around her face, wishing she could hide behind it. Sweeney, she mumbled, shrinking under the glares of her now staring classmates. She tried not to wince as the bright fluorescents reflected off the vivid blue walls of the museum, amplifying the throbbing headache she was hiding. Have you decided that you’re too smart to pay attention to this information?" SWEENEY’S nasal voice cut through Sophie’s blaring music as he yanked her earbuds out by the cords. The white fires were already burning-curving toward her city and filling the sky with sticky, sweet smoke. Maybe if she hadn’t noticed him that day in the museum, none of this would have happened. A pair of beautiful aquamarine eyes.įitz’s eyes. The drug lulled her toward a dreamless oblivion, but she fought back-clinging to the one memory that could shine a tiny spot of light in the thick, inky haze. Would the Black Swan really destroy their own creation? What was the point of Project Moonlark, then? What was the point of the Everblaze? Something rough pressed against her wrists and ankles, refusing to let her move.Ī wave of cold rushed through her as the horrifying realization dawned.Ī cloth across her lips stifled her cry for help, and a sedative’s sweet aroma stung her nose when she inhaled, making her head spin. She tried opening her eyes and found only darkness. (And because I’m hoping imaginary grandchildren count!) PREFACEīLURRY, FRACTURED MEMORIES SWAM through Sophie’s mind, but she couldn’t piece them together. Perfect for fans of Harry Potter Keeper of the Lost Cities, by Shannon Messenger, UK Children'sįor Mom and Dad, who always believed this day would come. Shannon Messenger Cover: Keeper of the Lost Cities, by Shannon Messenger Keeper of the Lost Cities Three Book Collection Cover: Keeper of the Lost Cities Collection, by Shannon Messenger ![]()
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