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

“It is,” Leelo said, glancing up to see her brother walking toward them, struggling to hold three jars of lemonade. She rose to help him, thinking of all the things that she’d once held dear—a lace-trimmed dress, a striped feather, a wooden box engraved with swans—and knew in her soul that nothing was more precious than this.

Chapter Fifty-Seven

Over the next few months, the Rebanes, the Kasks, and Nigel helped build a small cottage for Leelo and Tate, close to the Kasks’. It was hardly bigger than the shack Jaren had stayed in on Endla, but it was far sturdier, and more importantly, it was theirs. Leelo hadn’t been ready to move to Nigel’s house, to be so far away from Jaren and, if she was being honest, Fiona. She was always in Leelo’s thoughts, helping to guide her when she felt lost and afraid, which happened more than she wanted to admit now. Before, she’d known her place in the world, even if she hadn’t always agreed with it. She didn’t feel prepared to run her own household, to make all the decisions for herself and Tate. Still, Nigel was a part of their lives now, and Leelo was grateful for it.

Tate helped Lupin with the bees and often spent time at her house with the Rebanes, who still thought of him as their foster son. Leelo had gotten to know Lupin a little—as much as she could, anyway. There was something that separated them, probably the fact that Leelo had chosen to leave Endla, where Lupin had been forced to. Leelo and Jaren were the first Endlans ever to leave by choice and survive, as far as she could tell. And she was the only one who knew the songs.

But she had soon discovered that she didn’t have to sing. Or, if she wanted to, she could sing the sorts of songs that Jaren taught her. Sometimes they sang together, and the harmony of their voices would remind her of being home, and she would feel an ache in her chest that she knew was homesickness, even if she didn’t want to admit to missing Endla. Here, when she ran her fingers through the grass, there was no answering vibration. When the trees rustled overhead, they weren’t speaking to each other. There was no hum of magic in the air, and though she knew that the Forest’s magic had been evil in many ways, she missed it.