Island of Fire (The Unwanteds)
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The fate of Artimé is at stake—and an unlikely alliance could redeem it—in book three in the New York Times bestselling Unwanteds series.
The magical world of Artimé is gone. The Unwanteds have no food, no water, and no hope. And everyone is looking to Alex Stowe for answers.
Overwhelmed and feeling totally helpless, Alex knows it’s up to him to find a way to restore Artimé, rescue his captive friends, and free Megan from her voice-stealing necklace of thorns—three impossible tasks. But could help lie with the silent, orange-eyed newcomers?
Meanwhile, in the stark land of Quill, Alex’s twin brother Aaron continues to build his army, preparing for the ultimate showdown with the Unwanteds. But a shocking twist reveals that Alex and Aaron share a common enemy more dangerous than either could have imagined...
which it had come. Alex stared at it, his face growing pale just as the picture faded away. He swung around to look at the trail of light streaking toward Warbler Island. And then he turned back to Sky. His lips parted as if to speak, but he didn’t have a clue what to say. Sky held his gaze solemnly for a moment, reached up and squeezed his arm, and then smiled, bringing her hands together in her lap. “I’m sorry,” Alex whispered, though he wasn’t sure why he was saying that. His gut twisted
the day, and they tried to catch glimpses of each other in passing. He’d seen her this morning, just for a second, her long black hair disappearing around a corner. That moment made his throat ache on and off all day, but it kept him going, kept him working hard. The harder he worked and the more obedient he was, the sooner he’d be off this chain, and then he’d be able to move about a bit more freely. He’d even be allowed to eat dinner with Lani. Everything he did was motivated by a chance to
face-first in the sand, and didn’t move. “Alex!” Sky screamed as Simber, without a sound, arrived, diving through the trees, knocking them down left and right. “Rrrun forrr the ship!” he growled. He picked up the guard who had tossed Alex like a sack of beans and roared in the man’s face until it turned white and his eyes rolled back in his head. Then Simber grabbed the man, flew straight up, and deposited the guard in the top of the tallest tree, leaving him there. He came back down and
the food wavering in front of her. She knew Liam was right. She wasn’t strong enough. But maybe she could build up her strength again. She tugged on the chair, straining to slide it back, and then sat down. “Thank you,” she whispered. She ate. Liam watched her out of the corner of his eye. When she finished, she asked, “Is it all right if I stand?” “Sure,” he said. “Stay over there, though.” She nodded, and stretched her muscles carefully. From the back part of the house came a thump. Liam
times, but it was too hard to keep them open. When light beckoned from the other side of his lids on the eighth day, Alex’s body finally decided it was ready to emerge from its cocoon. His eyelids fluttered and then opened. He squinted, having no idea where he was or why there was so much sunlight in his room when he didn’t remember having a window. Slowly he turned his head to look around. It seemed like his room, anyway—all his things were there. But it was so much bigger than his room, which