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Loved each and every part of this book. I will definitely recommend this book to young adult, fantasy lovers. Your Rating:. Your Comment:. Read Online Download. In India, a year and a half ago, four different people witnessed a boy move objects with his mind. A few months ago there was news of a girl in Argentina who, in the wake of an earthquake, lifted a five-ton slab of concrete to save a man trapped beneath it; and when news of this heroic act spread, she disappeared.
They left no trace behind other than mysterious heaps of ash. My heart races whenever his picture appears on my screen. And I know, somehow, that I must find him. I can barely see beyond the edge of town to the north—the world lost in a white haze. I look behind me. In the high-ceilinged, drafty room, there are two computers.
To use one we must add our name to a list and wait our turn. The two girls using them now have been on for a half hour each, and my patience is thin.
Some new discovery has been uncovered each day since the story first broke. Santa Teresa is a convent that doubles as an orphanage for girls.
At eighteen we must all make the choice to strike out on our own or to forge a life within the Church. Like the others, I have every intention of leaving this prison behind, whether or not Adelina comes with me. The convent itself was built entirely of stone in and is much too large for the small number of us who live here. The convent rests atop the highest hill overlooking the village that shares the same name, nestled deep within the Picos de Europa Mountains of northern Spain.
The village, like the convent, is made of rock, with many structures built straight into the mountainside. She had refused, quoting La Biblia Reina Valera that we must stand still for salvation. But I know my salvation does not lie here.
Past the church gates and down the gently sloping hill, I can see the faint dimness of the town lights. In the midst of this blizzard, they look like floating halos.
Towards the bottom of the hill, on the southern edge of town, is the brick school we all attend. My head snaps around when the bell dings: prayers are five minutes away, followed directly by bed. Panic sweeps through me. I have to know if anything new has been reported.
Perhaps the police have found something else at the demolished school, something originally overlooked. Then she spends the rest of the walk to school applying makeup and redoing her hair. And when the day ends, they wipe their faces clean during the walk back and re-dress in their original clothes.
Are you gonna tell on me, tattletale? I bite my tongue and turn back to the window, folding my arms across my chest. There are four minutes left. My impatience segues to full-on desperation. There could be news right now—breaking news!
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