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Abandon 03 - Awaken - dokument [*.epub] CONTENTS TITLE THE AUTHOR BOOKS BY MEG CABOT COPYRIGHT "My son, Here may. Awaken book. Read reviews from the world's largest community for readers. From #1 New York Times bestselling author Meg Cabot, the dark reimagining o. Read "Abandon #3: Awaken" by Meg Cabot available from Rakuten Kobo. Sign up today and get $5 off your first download. From #1 New York Times bestselling .
Not this time. But she is being held against her will in the dim, twilit world between heaven and hell, where the spirits of the deceased wait before embarking upon their final journey. Because not all the departed are dear. But while Pierce might be safe from the Furies in the Underworld, far worse dangers could be lurking for her there…and they might have more to do with its ruler than with his enemies.
Death has her in his clutches. She doesn't want him to let her go. Seventeen-year-old Pierce Oliviera knew by accepting the love of John Hayden, she'd be forced to live forever in the one place she's always dreaded most: The sacrifice seemed worth it, though, because it meant she could be with the boy she loves.
But now her happiness—and safety—are threatened, all because of the Furies have discovered that John has broken one of their strictest rules: Never revive a human soul. If the balance between life and death isn't fixed, both the Underworld and Pierce's home back on earth will be wiped away.
Frost Kisses. The Lost Prince. The Guard. Lauren Kate. With All My Soul. Rachel Vincent. Forever Frost. The Beauty of Darkness. Arcana Rising.
Reign or Shine. The Crown.
Day Zero. Daughter of Earth and Sky. The Winner's Crime. The Iron Queen. The Kiss of Deception. A Mad Zombie Party. Midnight Hour. The Princess Diaries. Meg Cabot. The Princess Diaries, Volume V: Princess in Pink. The Princess Diaries, Volume X: Forever Princess. Airhead Book 3: Princess on the Brink. The Bride Wore Size Queen of Babble. Princess Mia. Size 12 and Ready to Rock.
Size 12 Is Not Fat. Big Boned. She Went All the Way.
Queen of Babble Gets Hitched. Size 14 Is Not Fat Either. Royal Wedding.
Queen of Babble in the Big City. The Mediator 4: Darkest Hour. Prom Nights from Hell. Stephenie Meyer. Ransom My Heart. Airhead Book 2: Being Nikki. Book 1. The Abandon Trilogy. Victoria and the Rogue. When Lightning Strikes. Jenny Carroll. From the Notebooks of a Middle School Princess. Allie Finkle's Rules for Girls 1: Moving Day.
Safe House. Code Name Cassandra. Allie Finkle's Rules for Girls Book 5: Glitter Girls and the Great Fake Out. The Princess Diaries Complete Collection. Allie Finkle's Rules for Girls 6: Blast from the Past. Allie Finkle's Rules for Girls Book 4: Stage Fright.
Allie Finkle's Rules for Girls Book 2: The New Girl. Allie Finkle's Rules for Girls Book 3: Best Friends and Drama Queens. How to Be Popular. Royal Wedding Disaster: Princess in the Spotlight. Royal Crown: The Mediator 2: Ninth Key.
The Mediator 6: Avalon High. Nicola and the Viscount. Missing 2 - Nom de code Cassandre. The Mediator 1: Princess in Love. Royal Crush: Mediator 5: And no need to get physical with them yourself, John had said.
Any sign of trouble, and I'll be there. How will you know? I'd asked. If there's trouble and you're involved, I'll know, he'd said, and given me a smile I'd thought might turn my legs to butter then and there. I'd managed to avert the riot Tropical Shorts had attempted to cause with his stone, but that didn't mean everything was smooth sailing ,,, especially between John and me.
We were still searching for ways to smooth the ripples in our relationship. Some were appearing a little rougher to navigate than others.
John hadn't wanted me to help down here at the beach. He'd wanted me to stay back at the castle with Mr. Graves, tending to my cousin Alex and my best friend, Kayla, who were still recovering from the shock of having been whisked from the land of the living to the realm of the dead for their own safety - never an easy adjustment, as I well knew. But one glance at the sheer number of souls who had shown up on the beach while we'd been in Isla Huesos told me I'd be more useful there than at Alex's and Kayla's bedsides.
Eventually even John had to agree. Still, just because we were able to agree on that didn't mean there weren't going to be more stones in our path. Being in a relationship, I was learning, was hard. It was probably hard even if your boyfriend wasn't a death deity. If he was, though, talk about issues. The He Is First girl reached out to grasp my bare arm, jostling me from my thoughts.
This was another piece of advice John had given during my hasty emergency orientation to soul guidance.
You're here to do a job, not make friends. I'd appreciated John's warnings, but what was I supposed to do, lie? I should have listened to the weather alerts and never tried to leave my dad's place. I didn't see that tree falling. I just want you to know, Pierce, He puts you first in His heart, too.
Then I remembered. I have to -" "No, really," Chloe said, eager for me to believe. No one had put me first in his heart the day my grandmother had murdered me. Or my ex-best friend, Hannah, when she killed herself. Or my guidance counselor, Jade, the night she was killed. Or what about last night? Who'd put my cousin Alex first at any time during any part of his short, miserable life? It turned out I wasn't the only one with doubts. We're waiting for a boat. That's what she -" Chloe pointed at me.
Why else d'you think it's so hot? And crowded? Are we in ,,,? I raised my voice so that anyone else nearby who might have overheard his outburst would not miss my announcement. I'm sorry it's so crowded, we're a little backed up, and the weather's not usually this hot, eith -" I was interrupted by a thunderous rumble, loud enough to make everyone, even Tropical Shorts, cry out in surprise, then turn towards the source of the noise: It looked like something out of one of those mummy movies where the sandstorm spreads across the desert and swallows the brave army ,,, only there was no mummy, and this was fog, not sand.
And sadly, this wasn't a movie. Why did I think I was going to sound convincing to them? Which is probably why an old man dressed in a hospital gown echoed, "A little storm? And I suppose you think those are a few little birds? I didn't have to look.
I knew what he was talking about. A flock of black birds had been amassing and flying in tighter and tighter circles over the beach all day. I know the difference between mourning doves and ravens. That" - he pointed at Hope, my pet bird - "is a member of the Columbiformes order. They're harmless. Hope had, in fact, saved my life several times, though one wouldn't know it to look at her, especially the way she was busy preening herself as if she were at a Club Med, not a weigh station on the highway to hell or heaven.
Scavenger birds. Want to know what scavenger birds eat? Carrion ,,, the dead. In other words, us. All up and down the line, I heard murmurs of discontent.
No one likes the idea of getting their flesh eaten off them, not even people who are already dead. It was just my luck to get an amateur ornithologist in my line. See this?