Authors: Margaret Stohl
Tags: #Romance, #Juvenile Fiction / Science Fiction, #Futuristic, #Action Adventure, #Juvenile Fiction / Love & Romance, #Juvenile Fiction / Action & Adventure - General, #Juvenile Fiction / Dystopian
All I want to do is kiss him.
This is more than a kiss
, I think.
It is real and it is happening to me.
It has fallen on me, as sudden as ships out of the blue sky. Like monsters. Like angels.
I feel his hand as it loosens my binding, unwrapping the long, thin strip of muslin from my wrist.
I let him do it. I want him to do it. I take my other hand and fumble at it, helping him pull it free.
Then his hand covers my smaller one, and he stops me before my binding drops to the floor.
“Doloria.”
I look up at him and take him in, the dark blond hair that falls long into his face. The various cuts and bruises he earned in the blast. The worry in his eyes and the care in his smile. He’s as beautiful to me as the Observatory, as the Cathedral, as the Hole itself. And he’s here in my Mission barn, which means he’s not in Santa Catalina.
“Everyone thinks you’re dead, you know.”
I smile up at him, sadly.
“Maybe they’re right. Maybe I am. Maybe I’ve become someone else.”
Like a butterfly and a cocoon. Like the water cycle. Like the Chumash
, I think.
Lucas nods. There is always a part of him that seems to understand the words I cannot say.
Then my smile fades, because in the distance, out of the corner of my eye, I see Ro watching us. He’s alone
in the meadow, and we’re alone in the barn.
Still, I see the emotion in his face, naked and unabashed.
He wants to kill Lucas.
And as much as my heart aches, I know some things will never change.
Assembled by Dr. O. Brad Huxley-Clarke, VPHD
Note: Conducted at the private request of Amb. Amare
Santa Catalina Examination Facility #9B
Deceased has been positively identified as Doloria Maria de la Cruz, an adolescent girl from the outlying Grasslands community of La Purísima.
Identity has been confirmed by Dr. Huxley-Clarke and verified by the Embassy Labs.
Further information has been sealed as Classified.
This case has been closed.
Remaining inquiries can be directed to Dr. Huxley-Clarke, VPHD.
Thank you.
Feelings are memories. Memories are also feelings. I know now that what we feel is all we have. It’s the only thing we have that the House of Lords never will.
I want to remember everything, as we follow the old Route 66 east through the dark heat of the Mojave Desert in the evening. The desert hides the last remaining Rebellion Choppers; Fortis says we’ll ride all the way to Nellis, to meet the one waiting for us. Our donkeys are slow and tired, but we don’t stop moving, and I don’t stop remembering, and feeling.
Clouds settle and sit on the tops of the mountains like hats, like curls. They hang low over the sandy scrub, shadows unfolding on the rolling hills beneath them. There is gray and green and silver in the brush, earth appearing
only beneath and between the growth. In front of me, a red-brown dirt road leads to red-brown dirt hills in the distance.
As we ride it grows darker. Everything divides and aligns into neat lines, same as the headless mountains. Snow falls on the dirt hillsides in white stripes. Across the valley, on the other side of highway lines and power lines, white snow and red dirt line the sides of the plateau mountain. Bits of white fluff appear on cactus tops, on brush.
We reach the sign for Death Valley. The hand-cut sign is old, a lone piece of debris from a less complicated age, before The Day.
Then I think of the book in my satchel, the one that Sympas have killed for and Grass have died for. The one Fortis gave back to me, only days ago. The one I’ll carry with me, wherever this road takes me.
The others are waiting for us on horses of their own, the Desert Grass. As we take the turnoff to their camp, Furnace Creek, I think again of the sign, how old it looks. Like an important memory I don’t have, from a family trip I never took. A place I might have visited along with my brothers, had things been different.
It doesn’t matter anymore, whether it happened to me or not. It happened to some of us, so it happened to me. I know that now. I accept it.
It’s who I am.
I remember it, the same way I remember
Chumash Rancheros Spaniards Californians Americans Grass The Lords The Hole.
Maybe Tima is right to have that tattoo. Maybe there is such a thing as a world soul, after all.
I remember it all.
I remember my parents, my brothers, the ache of the not-knowing. The Padre and the Mission and Ramona Jamona. Bigger and Biggest at La Purísima. Doc. Fortis. Silver-haired Tima at the lunchroom table. Ro falling asleep next to me, warm as sunshine. Lucas with a smile on his lips and clouds in his eyes.
More than anything, I remember this feeling.
I want to remember this feeling.
I remember hope.
From: GAP Miyazawa
To: All Icon Ambassadors
Notice of Promotion
Colonel Virgil William Catallus has been assigned the position of Acting Ambassador, Los Angeles Projects.
Military presence will be increased until the Rebellion can be put down, and the Projects are complete.
We will not be stopped short of our Unification goal.
Ambassador Leta Amare has been found guilty of Treason and sentenced to Death, by order of the House of Lords, Origin Office, Commanding Lord Null. Acting Ambassador Catallus will execute the sentence at his discretion.
May Silence Bring Her Peace.
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Beautiful Creatures
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Promoted online by Victoria Hill, Giant Squid Media (“Get Kracken!”). Photographed for the Web by Ashly Stohl.
Cajoled into being by Dave Stohl, Burton Stohl, and Marilyn Stohl, Virginia Stock, Jean Kaplan, the Cabo Collective and all the rock star readers, librarians, teachers, students, journalists, and bloggers who have supported me ever since the
Beautiful Creatures
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Ensured production continuity via the Linda Vista Local 134: Melissa de la Cruz, Pseudonymous Bosch, and Deb Harkness, with help from P, N, and I. Via the NY chapter: Hilary Reyl, Gayle Forman, Lev Grossman, and the (even honorary) Punks. Via the SC/GA chapter: Jonathan Sanchez, Vania Stoyanova, and everyone at YALLFest.
Special thanks to Dr. Sara Lindheim for her Latin translation expertise.
And, of course, special thanks to my brilliant family, Lewis, Emma, May, and Kate Peterson, and my Motel Stohl honorary family–you know who you are–who always have been and always will be the whole point.
CHAPTER 1: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME
CHAPTER 3: THE PIETÀ OF LA PURÍSIMA
CHAPTER 20: OUR LADY OF THE ANGELS
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