For Matt
Contents
Acknowledgments » »
Exposed » »
Not All Tea and Roses » »
That Mess Called Quill » »
Problems Unforeseen » »
A Job Like No Other» »
Aaron the Streeted » »
Alex the Ponderer» »
Aimless » »
Meghan Rules» »
All the Reasons Why Not» »
In the Beginning» »
The Slightest Clue » »
Thinking Like a Necessary » »
Home Sweet Home » »
A Skirmish » »
A Mostly Normal Day » »
Born to Spy » »
Throwing Stones» »
A Very Different Gate » »
Righting Past Wrongs » »
On the Lawn » »
Door Number One » »
Cohorts » »
Misunderstandings » »
Intruders » »
A Grave Danger» »
Sleepless Again» »
Magic in Quill? » »
A New Spell » »
Visitors » »
The World Gets Bigger » »
Gathering Strength » »
Magical Weapons Galore » »
Ms. Morning’s Secret » »
The Mysterious Guests » »
Lani’s Plan » »
Awake » »
Allies or Enemies? » »
Meanwhile » »
Speeding Up » »
Making Preparations » »
Paradise » »
Missing » »
Paradise . . . Lost » »
The Search » »
Stationed Up and at the Ready » »
The Weekly Peace Meeting » »
Silence » »
The Dark and Quiet Place » »
Heart Attack » »
From the Vast Ocean » »
Gone » »
The Restorers » »
To the Depths of Despair » »
To the Next Frontier » »
The Clash » »
The Throne » »
The Weight of the World » »
In the Middle of the Night » »
A New Day » »
May Quill Prevail » »
Alex’s Message » »
The Way It Is with Twins’Threedux » »
Coming to Terms » »
In a Very Small House » »
In a Dark Cave » »
One Last Message » »
Acknowledgments
Many thanks to all the Unwanteds at Aladdin who put this book together, from the highly visible to those behind the scenes. Special thanks to my editor, Liesa Abrams, who helps me see all my plot and character blind spots, and to Stuart Smith and the entire sales team, whose early enthusiasm for this series was so encouraging. Thanks as always to my amazing agent, Michael Bourret, who is a Gibraltar-sized rock in my life. And heaps of thanks to my assistant, Casey, for keeping me organized.
I am in awe of Owen Richardson for his gorgeous artwork and Karin Paprocki for her stunning cover design. Together you’ve made Artimé come alive in ways I could only imagine. Lauren Forte, you never cease to amaze me with the attention and love you give my books, every single time. Thank you.
To the scores of booksellers talking about this series . . . I’m so grateful for the way you have embraced the first book and put it into the hands of your customers. Special thanks to Unwanteds Gayle Shanks, Brandi Stewart, and the awesome folks at Changing Hands; Daniel Goldin and the amazing staff at Boswell Book Company; Becky Anderson, Jan Dundon, and the Anderson’s Book Shop team; Sally and Camille at Pooh’s Corner; my local East Valley B&N booksellers, including Sibley and Missy, who have been there for me since the beginning; and to the B&N folks at my home-home store in Holland, Michigan. You all rock.
To the teachers and librarians who have book-talked The Unwanteds with the magic words, “sent to their deaths,” I thank you. To the team of Ed, Cindy, and Lynn back home, I thank you. To amazing people like Paul Hankins (who waits at the mailbox), Mr. Schu, Sarah Andersen, Jillian Heise (Thanks, Paulette!), and all the others whose wise words I follow daily, thank you for doing what you do. You are changing lives.
Belated thanks to the inspirational authors of my youth, some living, some gone but not forgotten, whose fantastical worlds influenced the creation of mine: Roald Dahl, E. B. White, Madeleine L’Engle, C. S. Lewis, Norton Juster, and Julie (Andrews) Edwards. I’d call you all Unwanted too, but I’m afraid you’d punch my lights out. Instead, readers may find the occasional hat tip to you throughout the series.
Everlasting gratitude to my Unwanted family and friends who have offered so much support for my little stories. Matt, I wouldn’t want to do this job without you in the opposite corner of the library. Kilian, your illustrations are wonderful. You and Kennedy helped inspire this series and I’m so grateful for your help with magic spells. You guys are truly the best’there are no better kids in all the land. All the land, I say!
To you, dear reader: it doesn’t matter whether your creativity lies in the arts or in apologies, in sciences or in sports, in numbers or in nature. If you think for yourself, even the least bit, I assure you that you are most certainly doomed. Welcome to Artimé.
Exposed
The sun was low over the sea off the shore of Artimé, making the distant islands look like flaming drops of lava on the horizon. An enormous winged cheetah named Simber came into view, flying over the nearby jungle. Clinging to his stone back were four Unwanted teenagers: Alex Stowe, Meghan Ranger, Samheed Burkesh, and Lani Haluki, all slipping and sliding and shrieking while they tried desperately to hang on. As they approached the lawn, Simber dove, nearly losing Lani off his back, but at the last moment grabbing her around the waist with his tail.
Mr. Today looked up at them as he walked toward the mansion from Artimé’s entrance. An angry-faced, broken-looking woman walked alongside him. The head magician held up his hand to signal Simber, who immediately spanned his wings to catch the air, and floated to the ground in a slow, surprisingly gentle sort of way. The beast took a dozen long steps before coming to a full stop, and then he knelt to let his passengers down. The four slid off and flopped to the grass, breathless and laughing.
Simber growled. He stood again regally on all fours and started walking away. “Therrre, now leave me alone,” he said, pretending like he hadn’t enjoyed any of it.
“Thanks, Simber,” Alex called after him. The wind had twisted Alex’s dark brown hair into tangled curls. He raked his fingers through it. It was getting long, and Alex had good reason for not cutting it. He didn’t want anyone to mistake him for his twin brother, Aaron, ever again. He stood up and reached out his hand.
Lani grabbed it and pulled herself to her feet. She adjusted her component vest, and then smoothed wisps of straight black hair back into her braid. “I almost died,” she said matter-of-factly. “Good thing Simber caught me with his tail or I’d be completely dead right now. Not sure I’m ever doing that again, Alex.”
“We would have saved you,” Alex said. “Right, guys? I would have, anyway.”
When Meghan and Samheed didn’t answer, Lani and Alex turned to look at them. Samheed’s grin was gone. His face paled and he stared past the others, toward Mr. Today and the woman who accompanied him.
Meghan reached out for Samheed’s arm. “What’s wrong?” she whispered. But she knew. They all knew, once they followed Samheed’s gaze. It was the same thing that had happened over and over again in the past months, ever since Mr. Today had removed the gate between Artimé and Quill. Now Wanteds and Necessaries could visit and even reside in the land they
never knew existed, and see the children they had once condemned to death’the family members they had thought were long gone.
The old mage, his hand on the woman’s elbow, stopped her several yards from the group of teens. He turned and spoke to her with an earnest look on his face. The wrinkles around her eyes grew deeper, and then she nodded reluctantly and stood firm, crossing her arms and tapping one foot slowly on the footpath, as if she had to be somewhere. Mr. Today approached alone and stood in front of the four friends, a kindly, sympathetic look crinkling about his eyes, and he said in a gentle voice, “Samheed, my boy. Your mother has come by to see you.”
Not All Tea and Roses
In the months since Artimé and Quill had opened up their border for the first time, after the deadly battle that showed Quill that creativity could hold its own in a fight, there had been many instances such as the one currently facing Samheed. In fact, it was all Mr. Today could do to accomplish his normal magely duties, what with the newly installed door knocker to the mansion being clacked all the time by frightened-looking visitors, unaccustomed to the bright colors and wandering creatures of Artimé. Daily Mr. Today was met with Necessaries who wanted to escape their slavelike conditions in Quill and take up residence in the magical world of Artimé. Even a Wanted or two who felt the urge to rebel and ride the cutting edge of society joined them. Besides, the food and the landscape of Artimé were definitely more appealing than the newly fractured goings-on in Quill.
But at this moment, Samheed stared at the mage, his eyes as wide as a beavop’s at the hour before dawn. “What does she want?” he asked in a quiet voice. “I have nothing to say to her.” And while his tone was solid, he trembled inside, because he knew why his mother had finally come.
“She didn’t say,” Mr. Today said, “but I assume she’d like to talk about your father.”
Samheed nodded, and then stood on tiptoe to peer over the tall mage’s shoulder. “She doesn’t look happy,” he said. “But then, I guess she never did.” He glanced tentatively at Alex, and then at the girls. “What do you think?” he asked gruffly. Samheed was not one to enjoy asking for advice.
Meghan, her expression hard, spoke up first. “I think you should say no right off.” She bit her lip to keep herself from saying more, and her eyes filled with angry tears. She blinked hard to disperse them. But she couldn’t contain her thoughts. “It’s not worth it, Sam. It’s not. All they do is tell you how much they wish you really were dead.”
Alex looked earnestly at his best friend. “Aw, Meg,” he said, shoving his hands into his pockets. He didn’t know what else to add’nothing seemed to comfort her these days. She and Sean had gone into Quill to approach their parents early on, hoping to be welcomed. But while their parents seemed almost pleased to see Sean again after so many years, they held some sort of bitterness toward Meghan, blaming her for their sorry lives because she was the second Unwanted they’d produced, which made them outcasts in Quill. Meghan hadn’t been the same since then.
All Alex knew was that his own parents hadn’t come by looking for him, and that he hadn’t gone into Quill to seek them out, either. It was an easy choice. He knew his parents put their full support behind Aaron because Aaron was a Wanted. And they always would’that was just the way Mr. and Mrs. Stowe were. Alex knew better than to expect a happy reunion. Or a reunion at all.
Lani touched Samheed’s arm. “You’ll never know unless you talk to her. It might be okay,” she said. But they all knew that hers was the rare example of things working out okay. Her mother and younger brother, Henry, were now living here in Artimé, while her father, Gunnar Haluki, the former spy and new high priest of Quill, resided in Quill’s palace for the time being to govern, now that the former evil High Priest Justine was dead.
Samheed twisted the toe of his boot in the grass. “You guys don’t understand,” he said. “It’s different for me.”
“Sam, come on. You didn’t have a choice,” Lani said wearily, as if she’d said it more than once before. “And besides, it wasn’t you. It was Mr. Appleblossom.”
“Because of me.”
Lani’s eyes sparked. “If he hadn’t done it, there’d only be three of us standing here right now.”
No one could refute that, so they remained silent.
“Mr. Today?” Samheed asked, looking up. He searched the man’s face for answers.
But Mr. Today had none. “The decision is yours alone,” he said. “I’ll stay with you if you choose to speak with your mother. And if you choose not to, I’ll ask her to leave.”
Samheed gazed out over the lawn to the strip of sand at the shore, thinking, his jaw set. He muttered bitterly under his breath and turned back to seek wisdom once again from the old mage’s eyes. Finally, angrily, he kicked at the ground and shook his head at Mr. Today. “Tell her no.”
Blindly he broke through his circle of friends and headed toward the shore. They watched him go, but no one followed. They knew Samheed well enough by now to let him brood alone.
That Mess Called Quill
Aaron Stowe stepped outside the university into the hot, gray morning and scanned the road toward the palace, the peak of which he could just barely see from this distance. This tallest point of the palace was bent just slightly to one side, almost as if it had to hunch over to fit under the barbed-wire ceiling of Quill, or perhaps it helped hold up this sky border along with the forty-foot-high walls that encircled the land.
Aaron remembered the times he’d spent in the palace as assistant secretary when the High Priest Justine was alive. Only months ago he’d had so much going for him’his highly praised creation of the Favored Farm for the Wanteds, the solution to the poor Quillitary vehicle performance, and the big fix for the water shortage throughout Quill. He’d had vast plans to work his way into senior governor status and someday rule the land. But all his hopes and aspirations were shattered by former Senior Governor Haluki, who had stripped Aaron of his title and all the privileges that went with it, sending him back to university like an ordinary Wanted.
Aaron cursed the name of Artimé and all that belonged to it, for it had opened up so much chaos and insanity into his structured, regulated world. The only good thing was that Haluki was being extremely cautious about making changes, and hadn’t ventured to do much of anything yet. Though, Aaron mused, if Haluki did make a drastic change and Quill rebelled, Aaron might just have the faintest chance at becoming something once again.
He wrinkled up his nose. The smell outside was getting worse every day. Garbage piled up along the streets, and waste of all kinds was not getting buried properly. Quill was turning into a giant cesspool now that half the Necessaries had left their duties here and flocked to Artimé. None of the Wanteds would take over such menial, dirty tasks’that was sure. It was far beneath them. So things sat as they were until the remaining Necessaries could get around to it after their regular tasks were completed. It wouldn’t be long, Aaron knew, before Quill was in real trouble. The only question was how Aaron could capitalize on this latest development now that his glorious leader was dead. He pinched the bridge of his nose, remembering. Wishing. Dear High Priest Justine . . . if you only knew what they’ve done to us. He felt a rare pang in his chest at the memory of her but stifled it immediately knowing full well she’d have condemned anyone for feeling things.
Across the narrow road two men paused in their walk to look at the mess in the ditch. “I went to Haluki yesterday about this,” one said to the other.
“Useless thug.”
“Shh,” the first said, looking over his shoulder. “He’s the high priest.”
“Still,” said the second. “What’s he doing about it? What’s his big solution to this mess? S-s-songing?” He stumbled on the unfamiliar word.
“He suggested we clean it up ourselves,” the first said, picking his teeth with a makeshift toothpick and then tossing it onto the pile of junk. “And milk the cows, too, while we’re at it. Can you imagine that?”
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bsp; A group of three walkers approached and overheard the conversation. They congregated to offer their complaints as well. “He told me to pick my own corn if I want corn,” one said. “Looked me right in the eye and said it.” The others shook their heads in disbelief.
Just then a group of university boys brushed past Aaron on their way into the building. “Hello,” Aaron said, but the boys ignored him, as everyone had done since the battle. Ever since people found out he’d had a hand in this whole mess. Aaron kept his expression cool. He looked down at the dirt and then he closed his eyes for a moment. With a heavy sigh, he turned and followed them inside.
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Aaron sat down on the edge of the meager bed in his university dorm room, elbows propped on his knees, chin resting in his hands. He stared at the bare wall across from him, where there once was a door for a short amount of time in the middle of a fateful night. But the wall held no answers to his now frequently asked questions. What was to become of him? How could this have happened? Here he sat, powerless. Stripped of his title and his access to the palace, scorned by his classmates so much that he’d begun skipping classes, hated by Unwanteds far and wide for trying to impersonate his twin brother’who was apparently so beloved by them’in the heat of the battle. And dismissed, considered worthless by all the other governors.
Aaron felt his chest tighten in fury. He closed his eyes, concentrating, willing himself to be calm but failing miserably. He felt like shouting all the vilest words he could think of at the top of his voice. He felt like stringing up Alex, High Priest Haluki, and that freakishly genteel Mr. Today, and making them suffer the way he was suffering now.
A strange growling sound began in the back of Aaron’s throat, almost like a roar, and it escaped with a loud huff of air. “Garr!” He gripped the fabric edge of his flimsy mattress and twisted it, tensing all the muscles in his body, his face growing very hot. It was both frightening and liberating to let such feelings happen, and he knew he should stop, but in this case there was no turning back. “Raaah!” he said this time. And then “GRRAAH!” He flipped over on the bed, facedown now, and pounded it with his fists, trying to let out the uncontrollable noises into the thin blanket so that they were muffled. He couldn’t let anyone hear him. He wasn’t sure what they’d do.