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The life so brief, the art so long in the learning, the attempt so
hard, the conquest so sharp, the fearful joy that ever slips away
so quicklyby all this I mean love, which so sorely astounds my
feeling with its wondrous operation, that when I think upon it I
scarce know whether I wake or sleep.
Geoffrey Chaucer,
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T WO FO R T H E R OA D
Shelby and Miles were laughing when they stepped out
of the Announcer. Its dark tendrils clung to the brim of
Miless blue Dodgers baseball cap and Shelbys tangled
ponytail as the two of them emerged.
Even though Shelbys body felt as weary as if shed
done four back-to-back sessions of Vinyasa yoga, at
least she and Miles were back on solidpresent tense
ground. Home. Finally.
The air was cold, the sky gray but bright. Miless
shoulders towered in front of her, shielding her body
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from the brisk wind that sent ripples across the white
T-shirt hed been wearing since theyd left Luces parents
backyard on Thanksgiving.
Eons ago.
Im serious! Shelby was saying. Why is it so hard
for you to believe that my first priority is lip balm? She
ran a finger across her lip and recoiled exaggeratedly.
Theyre like sandpaper!
Youre crazy. Miles snorted, but his eyes followed
Shelbys finger as she gingerly traced her lower lip. Lip
balm is what you missed inside the Announcers?
And my podcasts, Shelby said, crunching over a
pile of dead gray leaves. And my sun salutations on the
beach
They had been leapfrogging through the Announcers
for so long: from the cell in the Bastille where theyd met
a wraithlike prisoner who wouldnt give his name; into
and right back out of a bloody Chinese battlefield where
they didnt recognize a soul; and, most recently, from
Jerusalem, where theyd found Daniel at last, looking
for Luce. Only Daniel wasnt entirely himself. He was
joinedliterallywith some ghostly past version of
himself. And he hadnt been able to set himself free.
Shelby couldnt stop thinking about Miles and Daniel
fencing with the starshots, about the way Daniels two
bodiespast and presenthad been wrenched apart
after Miles drew the arrow down the angels chest.
Creepy things happened inside Announcers; Shelby
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whoever was driving that cart would crest the hill and
see them.
Hide! Shelby screamed.
The silhouette of a stout man holding the reins of two
brown-and-white-spotted horses rose into view on the
sloping road. Shelby grabbed Miles by his collar. Hed
been fussing nervously with his hat, and as she yanked
him behind the wide trunk of an oak tree, the bright blue
cap flew off his head.
Shelby watched the capthe cap that had been part
of Miless daily wardrobe for yearssail through the
air like a blue jay. Then it plummeted downward, into a
wide pale-brown puddle of mud in the road.
My hat, Miles whispered.
They were huddled very close together, their backs
against the rough bark of the oak. Shelby glanced over
at him and was amazed to see his face in its entirety.
His eyes seemed magnified. His hair messy. He looked
. . . handsome, like a guy shed never met before. Miles
tugged on his hat-hair, self-conscious.
Shelby cleared her throat and her thoughts. Well
get it as soon as the cart goes by. Just stay out of sight
until this dude is out of the way.
She could feel Miless warm breath on her neck and
the jut of his hipbone pushing against her side. How was
Miles so skinny? The guy ate like a horse, but he was all
meat and no potatoes. At least, that was what Shelbys
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round.
Another thing Shelby had screwed up. Oh, Miles.
Im sorry.
Now we definitely have to follow him, Miles said,
a little desperate.
Really? Shelby asked. Its just a hat.
But then she looked at Miles. She still wasnt used
to seeing his face. The cheeks Shelby used to think of
as babyish seemed stronger, more angular, and his irises
were speckled with a new intensity. She could tell by his
crestfallen expression that it definitely wasnt just a hat
to him. Whether it held special memories or was simply
a good-luck talisman, she didnt know. But she would do
anything to get that look off his face.
Okay, she blurted out. Lets go get it.
Before Shelby knew what was happening, Miles had
slipped his hand through hers. It felt strong and assured
and a little impulsiveand then he tugged her toward
the road.Come on! She resisted for an instant, but then
her eyes accidentally locked with Miless, and they were
super-crazy blue, and Shelby felt a wave of exhilaration
kick in.
Then they were running down a snow-dotted
medieval road, moving past crop fields that were dead for
the winter, covered in a sleek sheet of white that draped
the trees and spotted the dirt road. They were heading
toward a walled city with towering black spires and a
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The tavern stood about a mile outside the city walls,
the lone establishment in a large field. It was a small
wooden structure with a swinging sign of weathered
wood, and big barrels of ale lined up against its walls.
Shelby and Miles had jogged past hundreds of trees
stripped of their leaves by the cold, and melting patches
of muddy snow on the pocked, winding road to the city.
There really wasnt all that much to see. In fact, they had
even lost sight of the cart after Shelby got a stitch in her
side and had to slow down, but now, serendipitously,
they spotted it parked outside the tavern.
Thats our guy, Shelby said under her breath. He
probably stopped in for a drink. Sucker. Well just snatch
the hat back and be on our way.
Miles nodded, but as they slipped around the back of
the cart, Shelby spotted the man in the fur vest inside the
doorway, and her heart sank. She couldnt hear what he
was saying, but he held Miless hat in his hands and was
showing it off to the innkeeper as proudly as if it were a
rare gem.
Oh, Miles said, disappointed. Then he straightened
his shoulders. You know what, Ill get another one. You
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colored flags hung from iron poles in the tall stone tower.
The air smelled like coal and moldy hay. Music came
from inside the wallsa lyre maybe, some soft-skinned
drums. And somewhere in there, Shelby hoped, was an
angel whose Announcer could take the two of them back
to the present, where they belonged.
Miles was still holding out his hand, gazing at her like
he had no idea how deep blue his eyes were. She took a
deep breath and slipped her palm inside his. He gave her
hand a little squeeze and the two of them strolled into
town.
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