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Chapters (68)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Epigraph
  4. One
  5. Two
  6. Chapter One
  7. Three
  8. Four
  9. Five
  10. Six
  11. Chapter Two
  12. Seven
  13. Eight
  14. Nine
  15. Chapter Three
  16. Ten
  17. Eleven
  18. Chapter Four
  19. Twelve
  20. Thirteen
  21. Fourteen
  22. Chapter Five
  23. Fifteen
  24. Sixteen
  25. Chapter Six
  26. Seventeen
  27. Eighteen
  28. Nineteen
  29. Chapter Seven
  30. Twenty
  31. Twenty-One
  32. Twenty-Two
  33. Chapter Eight
  34. Twenty-Three
  35. Twenty-Four
  36. Twenty-Five
  37. Chapter Nine
  38. Twenty-Six
  39. Twenty-Seven
  40. Chapter Ten
  41. Twenty-Eight
  42. Twenty-Nine
  43. Thirty
  44. Thirty-One
  45. Chapter Eleven
  46. Thirty-Two
  47. Thirty-Three
  48. Thirty-Four
  49. Thirty-Five
  50. Chapter Twelve
  51. Thirty-Six
  52. Thirty-Seven
  53. Thirty-Eight
  54. Chapter Thirteen
  55. Thirty-Nine
  56. Forty
  57. Forty-One
  58. Forty-Two
  59. Chapter Fourteen
  60. Forty-Three
  61. Forty-Four
  62. Forty-Five
  63. Forty-Six
  64. Forty-Seven
  65. Chapter Fifteen
  66. The Following Summer
  67. About the Author
  68. About the Publisher

As she climbed onto her bike, Ali took a last look at the seals. She suspected they’d be leaving soon. Would they take the sick seal with them or abandon it? She was putting on her helmet when he opened his eyes again, almost as if he knew what she was thinking.

“Good luck,” she whispered. She didn’t want to think about him anymore; it was too sad. One of her mother’s favorite Maya quotes came to her: “I know for sure that love saves me and that it is here to save us all.” She couldn’t help the seal, but she could send him good thoughts. She closed her eyes, sent the seal all the love she could muster, then sped away to catch up with the others.

Twenty-Nine

Cassie treated them to hot chocolate and doughnuts. Half an hour later, the three were sprawled across some comfy chairs in one of the library’s reading rooms, waiting for the doughnuts to digest before they biked home.

Murray, who was thumbing through a Spider-Man graphic novel, glanced over at Ali. “I’m sorry I bugged you about my theory. I just think it’s cool how you can transform into anything.”

“That’s okay. I know you’re only trying to help me.” She was surprised to discover that it was okay, that she wasn’t just saying it to get along.

“Are you still practicing your powers a lot?” Cassie asked.

“Every night. My dad says it’s important for me to get good at it so I can control my powers. It’s the opposite at school. I do everything I can not to change.”

“Do you think you could turn into him?” Cassie pointed to the author’s picture on the book she was skimming.

Ali leaned over. “You want me to turn into C. S. Lewis? He’s, like, one of the most famous authors ever. And also: he’s dead.”

Cassie beamed. “Exactly! You won’t have to worry about him coming around the corner or anything. Plus, it would be funny to see you change into an old man. Come on. Try.”

“Right now?”

Murray grabbed the book from Cassie and passed it to Ali. “It’ll be funny!”

Cassie jumped up and went to the doorway that separated the reading room from the rest of the library. “I’ll keep watch.”

Ali knew what she was about to do was dangerous, that Digger would be furious if he found out. But Murray and Cassie were being so nice to her. She stared at the photograph. The author had a kind face. She concentrated hard and then closed her eyes. It took a couple of minutes until the warm feeling began, but this time, the change was almost instantaneous.

“Whoa,” murmured Murray.

“Amazing,” Cassie added.