Author/Uploaded by Melissa Benoist; Jessica Benoist-Young
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Contents Cover Page Title Page Copyright Dedication Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Acknowledgments Back Cover Guide Cover The Powers Haven’s Legacy Copyright Page Dedication Chapter One Acknowledgments Back Cover Page List i ii iii iv 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89 90 91 92 93 94 95 96 97 98 99 100 101 102 103 104 105 106 107 108 109 110 111 112 113 114 115 116 117 118 119 120 121 122 123 124 125 126 127 128 129 130 131 132 133 134 135 136 137 138 139 140 141 142 143 144 145 146 147 148 149 150 151 152 153 154 155 156 157 158 159 160 161 162 163 164 165 166 167 168 169 170 171 172 173 174 175 176 177 178 179 180 181 182 183 184 185 186 187 188 189 190 191 192 193 194 195 196 197 198 199 200 201 202 203 204 205 206 207 208 209 210 211 212 213 214 215 216 217 218 219 220 221 222 223 224 225 226 227 228 229 230 231 232 233 234 235 236 237 238 239 240 241 242 243 244 245 246 247 248 249 250 251 252 PUBLISHER’S NOTE: This is a work of fiction. 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Special editions can also be created to specification. For details, contact specialsales@ abramsbooks.com or the address below. Amulet Books® is a registered trademark of Harry N. Abrams, Inc. ABRAMS The Art of Books195 Broadway, New York, NY 10007abramsbooks.com For our mother, who immersed us in the endless ocean of possibilities that are a love of reading and a good personal library CHAPTER ONE The compass needle quivered slightly but kept its aim. There was no mistaking its target—the woman in the doorway. Ellie blinked, looking down at the compass and back up again. It was almost too much to believe. Standing at the threshold was her mom’s twin sister, Sadie. Ellie and Parker’s aunt. Before this summer, the twins hadn’t even known Sadie existed—their late mother had never once mentioned her. And they certainly hadn’t expected to see her so soon after the fiasco that had just gone down at Haven. Yet here she was, the woman with the very same face Ellie most longed to see—but belonging to the wrong person. Their father stood in the vestibule, blocking Sadie from entering the house. It was beyond weird to see someone who looked so much like their mom standing right next to him, and in their own home, no less. Ellie could feel her insides tying themselves in knots. “It’s late and I—I don’t understand what this is about,” their father stammered. “What do you want? I mean, can I help you?” Ellie’s eyes scanned Aunt Sadie again, then looked over at Parker. Her sister seemed equally stunned, mouth agape, cheeks flushed. Ellie wasn’t sure if her eyebrows could possibly climb any higher up her forehead. What do we say? Ellie absorbed Parker’s thoughts, tinged with her sister’s typical hundred-mile-per-hour urgency. Why is she here? What does she want? Do you think we can trust her? Ellie didn’t have an answer for any of it. Parker glanced down at the compass quivering in Ellie’s hand. If the compass pointed at her, maybe she’s trustworthy? “I hope so.” Ellie settled on the step to watch the action unfold. It was curious that the compass tugged in Sadie’s direction, as it seemed to have a knack for pointing toward good things, like leading the twins to safety, or directing them toward their fate. By now Ellie knew it was no accident—like the other objects their mom had left for them, the compass was meant to tell them something. They just needed to figure out what that something was. Sadie fixed her sparkling gaze on their father. “I’m so sorry to show up unannounced, and at bedtime, no less,” she said. “With everything you’ve been through lately, I know you don’t need another surprise. But I didn’t have any other choice. I promise you, it’s very, very important.” “Important as in urgent?” their dad raked a hand through his hair, the way he did whenever he got caught in traffic or when the Internet cut out for no apparent reason. “Is someone in danger? Are we in danger?