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Your heart beats only with their permission.

Everything changed on The Day. The day the windows shattered. The day the power stopped. The day Dol's family dropped dead. The day Earth lost a war it didn't know it was fighting.

Since then, Dol has lived a simple life in the countryside amp;ndash; safe from the shadow of the Icon and its terrifying power. Hiding from the one truth she can't avoid.

She's different. She survived. Why?

When Dol and her best friend, Ro, are captured and taken to the Embassy, off the coast of the sprawling metropolis once known as the City of Angels, they find only more questions. While Ro and fellow hostage Tima rage against their captors, Dol finds herself drawn to Lucas, the Ambassador's privileged son. But the four teens are more alike than they might think, and the timing of their meeting isn't a coincidence. It's a conspiracy.

Within the Icon's reach, Dol, Ro, Tima, and Lucas discover that their uncontrollable emotions amp;ndash; which they've always thought to be their greatest weaknesses amp;ndash; may actually be their greatest strengths.

Bestselling author Margaret Stohl delivers the first audio-book in a heart-pounding series set in a haunting new world where four teens must piece together the mysteries of their pasts amp;ndash; in order to save the future.

A Hachette Audio production.

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Your heart beats only with their permission.

Everything changed on The Day. The day the windows shattered. The day the power stopped. The day Dol's family dropped dead. The day Earth lost a war it didn't know it was fighting.

Since then, Dol has lived a simple life in the countryside amp;ndash; safe from the shadow of the Icon and its terrifying power. Hiding from the one truth she can't avoid.

She's different. She survived. Why?

When Dol and her best friend, Ro, are captured and taken to the Embassy, off the coast of the sprawling metropolis once known as the City of Angels, they find only more questions. While Ro and fellow hostage Tima rage against their captors, Dol finds herself drawn to Lucas, the Ambassador's privileged son. But the four teens are more alike than they might think, and the timing of their meeting isn't a coincidence. It's a conspiracy.

Within the Icon's reach, Dol, Ro, Tima, and Lucas discover that their uncontrollable emotions amp;ndash; which they've always thought to be their greatest weaknesses amp;ndash; may actually be their greatest strengths.

Bestselling author Margaret Stohl delivers the first audio-book in a heart-pounding series set in a haunting new world where four teens must piece together the mysteries of their pasts amp;ndash; in order to save the future.

A Hachette Audio production.

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Overview

Your heart beats only with their permission.

Everything changed on The Day. The day the windows shattered. The day the power stopped. The day Dol's family dropped dead. The day Earth lost a war it didn't know it was fighting.

Since then, Dol has lived a simple life in the countryside amp;ndash; safe from the shadow of the Icon and its terrifying power. Hiding from the one truth she can't avoid.

She's different. She survived. Why?

When Dol and her best friend, Ro, are captured and taken to the Embassy, off the coast of the sprawling metropolis once known as the City of Angels, they find only more questions. While Ro and fellow hostage Tima rage against their captors, Dol finds herself drawn to Lucas, the Ambassador's privileged son. But the four teens are more alike than they might think, and the timing of their meeting isn't a coincidence. It's a conspiracy.

Within the Icon's reach, Dol, Ro, Tima, and Lucas discover that their uncontrollable emotions amp;ndash; which they've always thought to be their greatest weaknesses amp;ndash; may actually be their greatest strengths.

Bestselling author Margaret Stohl delivers the first audio-book in a heart-pounding series set in a haunting new world where four teens must piece together the mysteries of their pasts amp;ndash; in order to save the future.

A Hachette Audio production.


Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly

This first solo effort from Stohl, who burst on the scene as coauthor of the Beautiful Creatures series, is a dystopian vision of occupation by the Lords, who can kill with an electrical pulse. Climate change had already submerged population centers, and weapons of mass destruction contaminated the planet, when aliens landed in the late 21st-century. Through human Ambassadors, the Lords rule vast conurbations like the Hole, the remains of Los Angeles. Some humans persist beyond the Lords’ range, living in the Grass as subsistence farmers. Dol and Ro, survivors of the initial attack, are special: Dol for her extreme empathy, and Ro for his berserker rage. A man called the Padre has kept them on the Mission, alive but ignorant, for 16 years; when he is murdered by government thugs, the teens’ struggle to survive goes hand in hand with self-discovery. Stohl’s world is a stereotypical totalitarian state, but Dol’s narrative voice is particularly vivid; the here-and-now character development, if not the SF trappings, will keep readers engrossed. Ages 12–up. Agent: Sarah Burnes, the Gernert Company. (May)

Library Media Connection

"Short sentence structure adds to the tension, and the Embassy reports add a level of intrigue. Readers will be waiting for the next book in the series."

James Dashner


"The ultimate compliment I can give this book: I hate that it was written by someone else. It's just awesome. I hope this one gets made into a movie."

Holly Black

"An action-packed, smart thriller that shows an excitingly different side of Stohl's writing and opens up a fascinating new world."

Richelle Mead

"Margaret Stohl is a genius when it comes to characters and their emotions. ICONS had me hooked on the first page, and I can't wait to read the sequel!"

Lev Grossman


"I love this book. It's raw and riveting, a scorched-Earth future vision that feels frighteningly real. It's full of passion and deep truths and the kind of power that people only find when they're driven far, far past their limits."

Ally Condie



"Icons is epic in scale and exquisite in detail-a haunting, futuristic fable of loss and love."

Booklist

Praise for Icons:

"Fans of Stohl's Beautiful Creatures series will find many of the same elements here -- paranormal romance, a fast pace, and intriguing characters -- but within a distinctly science-fiction setting. The strong messages of questioning authority, daring to resist injustice, and loyalty to one's group will resonate with teens who loved The Hunger Games."

VOYA - Rebecca Moore

On "The Day," when alien Lords took over the world and installed huge, controlling metallic Icons, whole cities just dropped dead. All but baby Doloria, that is. Growing up in a rural mission, Dol thinks her survival connects with the odd dot on her wrist, and her emotion-channelling abilities. Before she can learn about herself, though, Sympa soldiers serving the Embassy—the Lords' human interface—capture her. They also capture her friend, Ro, who has two dots on his wrist and a problem with uncontrolled rage. Installed at the Embassy, Dol and Ro encounter two other teens with dots: telekinetic Tima, and uber-persuasive Lucas, son of the Ambassador. As the mistrustful four try to understand themselves and each other, they all sense they have some purpose in connection with the deadly icon—they just have no idea what it is. Stohl's dystopia is well-written and well-structured. Action balances with character and world development, and interspersed documents reference deeper mysteries, gradually hinting at how the "icon children" came to be. The multi-layered characters are mostly sympathetic, believably flawed and driven, though Dol's continuing attraction to Lucas fails to ring true after all his betrayals. Also illogical were characters deliberately keeping information from the teens; telling Dol she will play the key role in a mission but refusing to give her any details seems like a recipe for disaster. Overall, though, this not-too-violent dystopia will appeal to both boys and girls, and has sequels in the offing. Reviewer: Rebecca Moore

Children's Literature - Greta Holt

Dol and Ro live a primitive, but relatively safe, existence in the hills above the City of Angels, which was crushed by aliens. Seventeen years ago the alien Lords dropped Icons into thirteen major cities. Most of the people in the cities died immediately. Dol and Ro survived but each was given a special nature: Dol intuits other's feelings and Ro's anger is a force. The teenagers are now under the protection of a kind man they call Padre. One day Padre gives Dol a book and tells her that by reading it she will know her background. Before she can read the book, the Embassy, which houses the human government that takes orders from the Lords, sends its soldiers to arrest Dol and Ro. On the train carrying them to the Embassy, Dol gives the book to Fortis, a mercenary, in exchange for his help. Dol and Ro escape but are recaptured by the Sympas soldiers in the company of Lucas, the son of Ambassador Amare, the lead Occupation Sympathizer. While in captivity, the teenagers learn that Lucas and his friend Tima have special talents, as well. Lucas embodies love, while Tima personifies fear, anxiety, and action. Each has been studied and abused by the evil Colonel Catalus, under orders from Lucas's mother. The teenagers find that their powers are magnified when they combine their efforts. Stohl, coauthor of the "Beautiful Creatures" series, writes well. Dialogue and action are balanced in the text. Her style is easy to read and unobtrusive. Stohl grounds the plot by providing communications from a savvy computer to Ambassador Amare; these messages clarify what has happened with the coming of the Lords and asks questions about why the special Icon children exist. The plot is strong enough to exist without the love quadrangle among the four Icon children. As the first in a series, the story may fall prey to holding back a bit on character development, even though plot questions are answered. Dol does achieve her greatest strength in this book, and it is hoped that readers will be treated to the other three teenagers' greatest moments in the next books. The story and text can be recommended to both the younger and older ends of the YA spectrum. Beyond its dystopian setting, the message is that young people should not assume that their personalities are "all wrong." What they think of as weaknesses may be their greatest strengths. Reviewer: Greta Holt

School Library Journal

Gr 8 Up—Seventeen years ago, Dol's parents were among the billions killed on The Day. Since then, Dol and her best friend, Ro, have grown up in the Grasslands, protected and kept hidden in a peaceful mission. But things change on Dol's 17th birthday, when Embassy soldiers kill the Padre and capture Dol and Ro. Held captive by the Embassy's alien ambassador, the teens meet Lucas and Tima, both of whom have similar markings on their wrists as Ro and Dol. The four learn that they are Icon children who possess the supernatural ability to read and control emotions. Icons has a promising start, slows considerably in the middle, and gets only slightly more exciting by the end. "Top secret" and "Classified" documents appear between the chapters to provide necessary background information about the new alien-controlled planet. The four protagonists are difficult to care about. Two love triangles feel forced as only Ro seems to really feel anything for anyone else. The premise, while original, is confusing at times and requires infinite patience from readers, who will wonder far too long what the point is. For another alien-takeover story with excellent world-building, suggest Rick Yancey's The 5th Wave (Putnam, 2013).—Leigh Collazo, Ed Willkie Middle School, Fort Worth, TX

Kirkus Reviews

Humanity's only hope against an alien occupation is a quartet of teens with emotion-based superpowers. When the aliens landed on Earth, they cowed humanity into submission with the mass murder of several cities via an electromagnetic field generated by the alien Icons. Dol somehow survived and, under the care of the compassionate Padre, has developed a deep friendship with fellow vaguely superpowered teenager Ro. They hide from the Embassy that "oversees" Earth–alien relations by shipping humans off to work as slaves on mysterious, never-defined projects. On Dol's 17th birthday, the Padre gives her a mysterious book explaining who and what the Icon Children are. Inexplicably, she decides not to read it; this is part of a pattern of clunky information-withholding that sits awkwardly and frustratingly alongside exposition. Embassy soldiers capture Dol, and after an encounter with a more-than-he-seems mercenary, they bring Dol and Ro to the Embassy where they endlessly bicker with fellow Icon Children Lucas (the Ambassador's son) and silver-haired Tima. With all that squabbling, readers will feel like they are reading the same scene over and over again without the payoff of plot progression. Dol's torn between best friend Ro and mysterious new Lucas, yielding a clichéd romantic storyline. Top-secret documents filed between chapters make the invasion and mystery of the Icon Children more interesting than Dol's narration does. Those without superhuman patience should pass. (Science fiction. 12 & up)

Product Details

BN ID: 2940173429384
Publisher: Hachette Audio
Publication date: 07/07/2020
Edition description: Unabridged
Age Range: 10 - 13 Years

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Icons


By Margaret Stohl

Little, Brown Books for Young Readers

Copyright © 2013 Margaret Stohl
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-316-20518-4


CHAPTER 1

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME


"Dol? Are you okay?"

The memory fades at the sound of his voice.

Ro.

I feel him somewhere in my mind, the nameless place where I see everything, feel everyone. The spark that is Ro. I hold on to it, warm and close, like a mug of steamed milk or a lit candle.

And then I open my eyes and come back to him.

Always.

Ro's here with me. He's fine, and I'm fine.

I'm fine.

I think it, over and over, until I believe it. Until I remember what is real and what is not.

Slowly the physical world comes into focus. I'm standing on a dirt trail halfway up the side of a mountain—staring down at the Mission, where the goats and pigs in the field below are small as ants.

"All right?" Ro reaches toward me and touches my arm.

I nod. But I'm lying.

I've let the feelings—and the memories—overtake me again. I can't do that. Everyone at the Mission knows I have a gift for feeling things—strangers, friends, even Ramona Jamona the pig, when she's hungry—but it doesn't mean I have to let the feelings control me.

At least that's what the Padre keeps telling me.

I try to control myself, and usually I can. But I wish I didn't feel anything, sometimes. Especially not when everything is so overwhelming, so unbearably sad.

"Don't disappear on me, Dol. Not now." Ro locks his eyes on me and motions with his big tan hands. His brown-gold eyes flicker with fire and light under his dark tangle of hair. His face is all broad planes and rough angles—as solid as a brambled oak, softening only for me. He could climb halfway up the mountain again by now, or halfway down. Holding Ro back is like trying to stop an earthquake or a mud slide. Maybe a train.

But not now. Now he waits. Because he knows me, and he knows where I've gone.

Where I go.

I stare up at the sky, spattered with bursts of gray rain and orange light. It's hard to see past the wide-brimmed hat I stole off the hook behind the Padre's office door. Still, the setting sun is in my eyes, pulsing from behind the clouds, bright and broken.

I remember what we are doing and why we are here.

My birthday. It's my seventeenth birthday tomorrow.

Ro has a present for me, but first we have to climb the hill. He wants to surprise me.

"Give me a clue, Ro." I pull myself up the hill after him, leaving a twisting trail of dried brush and dirt behind me.

"Nope."

I turn to look down the mountain again. I can't stop myself. I like how everything looks from up here.

Peaceful. Smaller. Like a painting, or one of the Padre's impossible puzzles, except there aren't any missing pieces. In the distance below, I can see the yellowing patch of field that belongs to our Mission, then the fringe of green trees, then the deep blue wash of the ocean.

Home.

The view is so serene, you almost wouldn't know about The Day. That's why I like it here. If you don't leave the Mission, you don't have to think about it. The Day and the Icons and the Lords. The way they control us.

How powerless we are.

This far up the Tracks, away from the cities, nothing ever changes. This land has always been wild.

A person can feel safe here.

Safer.

I raise my voice. "It'll be getting dark soon."

He's up the trail, once again. Then I hear a ripple through the brush, and the sound of rolling rock, and he lands behind me, nimble as a mountain goat.

Ro smiles. "I know, Dol."

I take his calloused hand and relax my fingers into his. Instantly, I am flooded with the feeling of Ro—physical contact always makes our connection that much stronger.

He is as warm as the sun behind me. As hot as I am cold. As rough as I am smooth. That's our balance, just one of the invisible threads that tie us together.

It's who we are.

My best-and-only friend and me.

He rummages in his pocket, then pushes something into my hands, suddenly shy. "All right, I'll hurry it up. Your first present."

I look down. A lone blue glass bead rolls between my fingers. A slender leather cord loops in a circle around it.

A necklace.

It's the blue of the sky, of my eyes, of the ocean.

"Ro," I breathe. "It's perfect."

"It reminded me of you. It's the water, see? So you can always keep it with you." His face reddens as he tries to explain, the words sticking in his mouth. "I know—how it makes you feel."

Peaceful. Permanent. Unbroken.

"Bigger helped me with the cord. It used to be part of a saddle." Ro has an eye for things like that, things other people overlook. Bigger, the Mission cook, is the same way, and the two of them are inseparable. Biggest, Bigger's wife, tries her best to keep both of them out of trouble.

"I love it." I thread my arm around his neck in a rough hug. Not so much an embrace as a cuff of arms, the clench of friends and family.

Ro looks embarrassed, all the same. "It's not your whole present. For that you have to climb a little farther."

"But it's not even my birthday yet."

"It's your birthday eve. I thought it was only fair to start tonight. Besides, this kind of present is best after sundown." Ro holds out his hand, a wicked look in his eyes.

"Come on. Just one little hint." I squint up at him and he grins.

"But it's a surprise."

"You're making me hike all this way through the brush."

He laughs. "Okay. It's the last thing you'd ever expect. The very last thing." He bounces up and down a bit where he stands, and I can tell he's practically ready to bolt up the mountain.

"What are you talking about?"

He shakes his head, holding out his hand again. "You'll see."

I take it. There's no getting Ro to talk when he doesn't want to. Besides, his hand in mine is a good thing.

I feel the beating of his heart, the pulse of his adrenaline. Even now, when he's relaxed and hiking, and it's just the two of us. He is a coiled spring. He has no resting state, not really.

Not Ro.

A shadow crosses the hillside, and instinctively we dive for cover under the brush. The ship in the sky is sleek and silver, glinting ominously with the last reflective rays of the setting sun. I shiver, even though I'm not at all cold, and my face is half buried in Ro's warm shoulder.

I can't help it.

Ro murmurs into my ear as if he is talking to one of the Padre's puppies. It's more his tone than the words—that's how you speak to scared animals. "Don't be afraid, Dol. It's headed up the coast, probably to Goldengate. They never come this far inland, not here. They're not coming for us."

"You don't know that." The words sound grim in my mouth, but they're true.

"I do."

He slips his arm around me and we wait like that until the sky is clear.

Because he doesn't know. Not really.

People have hidden in these bushes for centuries, long before us. Long before there were ships in the skies.

First the Chumash lived here, then the Rancheros, then the Spanish missionaries, then the Californians, then the Americans, then the Grass. Which is me, at least since the Padre brought me back as a baby to La Purísima, our old Grass Mission, in the hills beyond the ocean.

These hills.

The Padre tells it like a story; he was on a crew searching for survivors in the silent city after The Day, only there were none. Whole city blocks were quiet as rain. Finally, he heard a tiny sound—so small, he thought he was imagining it—and there I was, crying purple-faced in my crib. He wrapped me in his coat and brought me home, just as he now brings us stray dogs.

It was also the Padre who taught me the history of these hills as we sat by the fire at night, along with the constellations of the stars and the phases of the moon. The names of the people who knew our land before we did.

Maybe it was supposed to be like this. Maybe this, the Occupation, the Embassies, all of it, maybe this is just another part of nature. Like the seasons of a year, or how a caterpillar turns into a cocoon. The water cycle. The tides.

Chumash Rancheros Spaniards Californians Americans Grass.

Sometimes I repeat the names of my people, all the people who have ever lived in my Mission. I say the names and I think, I am them and they are me.

I am the Misíon La Purísima de Concepción de la Santísima Virgen María, founded in Las Californias on the Day of the Feast of the Immaculate Conception of the Blessed Virgin, on the Eighth Day of the Twelfth Month of the Year of Our Lord One Thousand Seven Hundred Eighty-Seven. Three hundred years ago.

Chumash Rancheros Spaniards Californians Americans Grass.

When I say the names they're not gone, not to me. Nobody died. Nothing ended. We're still here. I'm still here.

That's all I want. To stay. And for Ro to stay, and the Padre. For us to stay safe, everyone here on the Mission.

But as I look back down the mountain I know that nothing stays, and the gold flush and fade of everything tells me that the sun is setting now.

No one can stop it from going. Not even me.


RESEARCH MEMORANDUM: THE HUMANITY PROJECT

CLASSIFIED TOP SECRET / AMBASSADOR EYES ONLY

• To: Ambassador Amare

• From: Dr. Huxley-Clarke

• Subject: Icon Research


We still can't be sure how the Icons work. We know, when the Lords came, thirteen Icons fell from the sky, one landing in each of the Earth's mega- cities. To this day, we still can't get close enough to examine them. Our best guess is that the Icons generate an immensely powerful electromagnetic field that can halt electrical activity within a certain radius. We believe it is this field that enables the Icons to disrupt or disable all modern technology. It appears the Icons can also shut down any and all chemical processes or reactions within the field.

Note: We call this the "shutdown effect."

The Day itself proved the ultimate demonstration of this capability, when, as we all know, the Lords activated the Icons and ended all hope of resistance by making an example of Goldengate, São Paulo, Köln-Bonn, Cairo, Mumbai, and Greater Beijing ... the so-called Silent Cities.

By the end of The Day, the newly arrived colonists gained complete control of all major population centers on the Seven Continents. An estimated one billion lives ended in an instant, the greatest tragedy in history.

May silence bring them peace.

CHAPTER 2

PRESENTS


By the time we reach the top of the hillside, the sky has turned dark as the eggplants in the Mission garden.

Ro pulls me up the last slide of rocks. "Now. Close your eyes."

"Ro. What have you done?"

"Nothing bad. Nothing that bad." He looks at me and sighs. "Not this time, anyway. Come on, trust me."

I don't close my eyes. Instead, I look into the shadows beneath the scraggly trees in front of me, where someone has built a shack out of scraps of old signboard and rusting tin. The hood of an ancient tractor is lashed to the legs on a faded poster advertising what looks like running shoes.

DO IT.

That's what the bodiless legs say, in bright white words spilling over the photograph.

"Don't you trust me?" Ro repeats, keeping his eyes on the shack as if he was showing me his most precious possession.

There is no one I trust more. Ro knows that. He also knows I hate surprises.

I close my eyes.

"Careful. Now, duck."

Even with my eyes shut, I know when I am inside the shack. I feel the palmetto roof brush against my hair, and I nearly tumble over the roots of the trees surrounding us.

"Wait a second." He lets go of me. "One. Two. Three. Happy birthday, Dol!"

I open my eyes. I am now holding one end of a string of tiny colored lights that shine in front of me as if they were stars pulled down from the sky itself. The lights weave from my fingers all across the room, in a kind of sparkling circle that begins with me and ends with Ro.

I clap my hands together, lights and all. "Ro! How—? Is that—electric?"

He nods. "Do you like it?" His eyes are twinkling, same as the lights. "Are you surprised?"

"Never in a thousand years would I have guessed it."

"There's more."

He moves to one side. Next to him is a strange-looking contraption with two rusty metal circles connected by a metal bar and a peeling leather seat.

"A bicycle?"

"Sort of. It's a pedal generator. I saw it in a book that the Padre had, at least the plans for it. Took me about three months to find all the parts. Twenty digits, just for the old bike. And look there—"

He points to two objects sitting on a plank. He takes the string of lights from my hand, and I move to touch a smooth metal artifact.

"Pan-a-sonic?" I sound out the faded type on the side of the first object. It's some sort of box, and I pick it up, turning it over in my hands.

He answers proudly. "That's a radio."

I realize what it is as soon as he says the words, and it's all I can do not to drop it. Ro doesn't notice. "People used them to listen to music. I'm not sure it works, though. I haven't tried it yet."

I put it down. I know what a radio is. My mother had one. I remember because it dies every time in the dream. When The Day comes. I touch my tangled brown curls self-consciously.

It's not his fault. He doesn't know. I've never told anyone about the dream, not even the Padre. That's how badly I don't want to remember it.

I change the subject. "And this?" I pick up a tiny silver rectangle, not much bigger than my palm. There is a picture of a lone piece of fruit scratched on one side.

Ro smiles. "It's some kind of memory cell. It plays old songs, right into your ears." He pulls the rectangle out of my hand. "It's unbelievable, like listening to the past. But it only works when it has power."

I shake my head. "I don't understand."

"That's your present. Power. See? I push the pedals like this, and the friction creates energy."

He stands on the bike pedals, then drops onto the seat, pushing furiously. The string of colored lights glows in the room, all around me. I can't help but laugh, it's so magical—and Ro looks so funny and sweaty.

Ro climbs off the bicycle and kneels in front of a small black box. I see that the string of lights attaches neatly to one side. "That's the battery. It stores the power."

"Right here?" The enormous ramifications of what Ro has done begin to hit me. "Ro, we're not supposed to be messing with this stuff. You know using electricity outside the cities is forbidden. What if someone finds out?"

"Who's going to find us? In the middle of a Grass Mission? Up a goat hill, in view of a pig farm? You always say you wish you knew more about what it was like, before The Day. Now you can."

Ro looks earnest, standing there in front of the pile of junk and wires and time.

"Ro," I say, trying to find the words. "I—"

"What?" He sounds defensive.

"It's the best present ever." It's all I can say, but the words don't seem like enough. He did this, for me. He'd rebuild every radio and every bicycle and every memory cell in the world for me, if he could. And if he couldn't, he'd still try if he thought I wanted him to.

That's who Ro is.

"Really? You like it?" He softens, relieved.

I love it like I love you.

That's what I want to tell him. But he's Ro, and he's my best friend. And he'd rather have the mud scrubbed out of his ears than mushy words whispered in them, so I don't say anything at all. Instead, I sink down onto the floor and examine the rest of my presents. Ro's made a frame, out of twisted wire, for my favorite photograph of my mother—the one with dark eyes and a tiny gold cross at her neck.

"Ro. It's beautiful." I finger each curving copper tendril.

"She's beautiful." He shrugs, embarrassed. So I only nod and move on to the next gift, an old book of stories, nicked from the Padre's bookcase. Not the first time we've done that—and I smile at him conspiratorially. Finally, I pick up the music player, examining the white wires. They have soft pieces on the ends, and I fit one into my ear. I look at Ro and laugh, fitting one in his.

Ro clicks a round button on the side of the rectangle. Screaming music streams into the air—I jump and my earpiece goes flying. When I stick it back in, I can almost feel the music. The nest of cardboard and plywood and tin around us is practically vibrating.

We let the music drown out our thoughts and occupy ourselves with singing and shouting—until the door flies open and the night comes tumbling inside. The night, and the Padre.

"DOLORIA MARIA DE LA CRUZ!"

It's my real name—though no one is supposed to know or say it—and he wields it like a weapon. He must be really angry. The Padre, as red-faced and short as Ro is brown and long, looks like he could flatten us both with one more word.
(Continues...)


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