Chapters (83)
- The James Patterson Pageturners
- Dedication
- Preface
- Prologue: CATCHING BIRD FREAKS: HAZARDOUS DUTY AT BEST
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Part One: ANOTHER PART OF THE BIG PICTURE
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Part Two: ICE PRINCES AND PRINCESSES
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Part Three: MOON OVER MIAMI — OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- Chapter 69
- Chapter 70
- Chapter 71
- Chapter 72
- Chapter 73
- Epilogue: HOW BAD CAN IT BE?
- Chapter 74
- About the Author
Which is pretty much the most unguarded, touchy-feely, heart-on-my-sleeve thing I’d ever said. I folded my wings in as my face flushed. I felt naked and stupid, and wished I’d kept my big mouth shut. Cheeks burning, I slumped down in my chair, not looking at anyone.
“I feel more human, I think,” Nudge said cheerfully. “I like clothes and fashion and doing my hair. The stuff I like is what kids like, what people like. Music and movies and reading. I mean, I never want to make a nest for myself or anything.”
We all laughed, and for once I was relieved at Nudge’s chattiness.
“I don’t feel all that human,” said Angel, looking thoughtful.
Fang tapped my leg with his foot under the table, as if to say, There’s a surprise.
“I’m not sure what I see when I look in the mirror,” Angel went on. You have to remember that she was only six. “When I think of me, I picture someone with wings. I know I’m not normal. There aren’t any kids to hang out with who are like me. Besides the flock. I know I don’t fit in anywhere.” She turned big blue eyes on Michael, who was gazing at her intently. “This world isn’t set up for people like me, like us.” She gestured to include the rest of the flock. “Nothing in this world is designed for us, designed to make us comfortable. We always stick out, we always make do. People want us, or want us dead, because of what we are, not who we are. It’s hard.”
The room was silent. The grown-ups had stricken looks on their faces, like they actually cared. It was pretty heartbreaking, to think of a little kid like Angel having those kinds of feelings. No one knew what to say.
Except Total.
“Not to be pushy,” he said, “but is there any way to get some chow in this place? I’m starving.”
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APPARENTLY THEIR BRIEFING had not mentioned the talking dog. Even Akila seemed surprised, cocking her head to one side and looking at Total.
We kids just sat there, since we were, unfortunately, all too used to hearing Total talk.
“A sandwich would be nice,” Nudge said, breaking the silence.
“Yes, of course,” said Melanie Bone, recovering from her shock.
Twenty minutes later, we were scarfing down sandwiches and watching a PowerPoint presentation about global warming.
“Global warming is probably the most significant disaster modern society has had to face,” said Sue-Ann Wong.
“Clearly she hasn’t seen this season’s platform wedges.” Total sniffed. I nudged him with my elbow.
“If mankind continues with its current energy-use habits, there’s a probability that sea levels could rise by up to twenty feet within a hundred years,” Emily Robertson added.
“So we’ll all have beach houses?” Gazzy asked. “Cool!”