Wings
An extraordinary faerie tale of magic and mystery, romance and danger, described by Stephenie Meyer as ‘a remarkable debut’.Laurel is an ordinary fifteen-year-old high school girl. But something incredible is happening to her. She is changing.Now Laurel is about to discover that a deep and powerful magic holds the key to her destiny.
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APRILYNNE PIKE
Wings
HarperCollins Children’s Books An imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd. 1 London Bridge Street London SE1 9GF
First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Children’s Books 2009
Copyright © Aprilynne Pike 2009
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To Kenny - the method behind my madness
Laurel was mesmerised, staring at the pale things with wide eyes. They were terrifyingly beautiful - too beautiful for words.
Laurel turned to the mirror again, her eyes on the hovering petals that floated beside her head. They looked almost like wings.
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Laurel’s shoes flipped a cheerful rhythm that defied her dark mood. As she walked through the halls of Del Norte High, people watched her pass with curious eyes.
After double-checking her schedule, Laurel found the biology lab and hurried to claim a seat by the windows. If she had to be indoors, she wanted to at least see outside. The rest of the class filed in slowly. One boy smiled in her direction as he walked to the front of the classroom and she tried to muster one up in return. She hoped he didn’t think it was a grimace.
A tall, thin man introduced himself as Mr James and began passing out textbooks. The beginning of the book seemed fairly standard - classifications of plants and animals, she knew those - then it started to move into basic human anatomy. Around page eighty, the text started to resemble a foreign language. Laurel grumbled under her breath. This was going to be a long semester.
As Mr James called out the roll, Laurel recognised a few names from her first two classes that morning, but she knew it was going to be a long time before she matched even half of them to the faces that surrounded her. She felt lost amid the sea of unfamiliar people.
Her mom had assured her that every sophomore would feel the same - after all, it was their first day in high school too - but no one else looked lost or scared. Maybe being lost and scared was something you got used to after years of high school.
Homeschooling had worked just fine for Laurel over the last ten years; she didn’t see any reason for that to change. But her parents were determined to do everything right for their only child. When she was five, that meant being homeschooled in a tiny town. Apparently, now that she was fifteen, it meant high school in a slightly less tiny town.
The room grew quiet and Laurel snapped to attention when the teacher repeated her name. “Laurel Sewell?”
“Here,” she said quickly.
She squirmed as Mr James studied her over the rim of his glasses and then moved on to the next name.
Laurel released the breath she’d been holding and pulled out her notebook, trying to draw as little attention to herself as possible.
As the teacher explained the semester’s curriculum, her eyes kept straying to the boy who had smiled at her earlier. She had to stifle a grin when she noticed him sneaking glances at her too.
When Mr James released them for lunch, Laurel gratefully slid her book into her bag.
“Hey.”
She looked up. It was the boy who had been watching her. His eyes caught her attention first. They were a bright blue that contrasted with the olive tone of his skin. His slightly wavy, light brown hair was on the longish side and slipped across his forehead in a soft arc.
“You’re Laurel, right?” Below the eyes was a warm but casual smile with very straight teeth. Braces probably, Laurel thought as her tongue unconsciously ran over her own naturally straight teeth.
