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The Book of M
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HarperVoyager
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2018
Copyright © Peng Shepherd 2018
Cover design by Holly Macdonald © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2018
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Source ISBN: 9780008225605
Ebook Edition © May 2018 ISBN: 9780008225629
Version: 2018-05-16
Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Part I
Orlando Zhang
Orlando Zhang
Orlando Zhang
Orlando Zhang
Part II
Mahnaz Ahmadi
Orlando Zhang
Mahnaz Ahmadi
Orlando Zhang
Mahnaz Ahmadi
Orlando Zhang
Mahnaz Ahmadi
The One Who Gathers
The One Who Gathers
Orlando Zhang
Naz Ahmadi
Orlando Zhang
The One Who Gathers
Orlando Zhang
Mahnaz Ahmadi
The One Who Gathers
Orlando Zhang
Part III
Orlando Zhang
Orlando Zhang
Orlando Zhang
The One Who Gathers
Mahnaz Ahmadi
Orlando Zhang
Mahnaz Ahmadi
Orlando Zhang
The One Who Gathers
Orlando Zhang
The One Who Gathers
Mahnaz Ahmadi
The One Who Gathers
Orlando Zhang
Mahnaz Ahmadi
The One Who Gathers
Orlando Zhang
Part IV
Orlando Zhang
Mahnaz Ahmadi
Orlando Zhang
The One Who Gathers
Orlando Zhang
Mahnaz Ahmadi
Orlando Zhang
The One Who Gathers
Mahnaz Ahmadi
The One Who Gathers
Mahnaz Ahmadi
Orlando Zhang
Part V
M
Acknowledgments
About the Publisher
ORLANDO ZHANG
THE END OF ORY’S WORLD BEGAN WITH A DEER.
He went outside at dawn to where the trees began, to check the game trap. Followed the trip wire, pushed away the leaves, uncovered the hidden metal cage. Empty.
The air had already turned his hands red with cold before he’d scattered the dried twigs back into place with the nose of his shotgun. The last time there had been anything snared inside had been two weeks ago, at least. Pale orange bruised into gray around the edges of the horizon, a gangrenous dawn. He and his wife, Max, were down to just one meal now that it was too cold to catch anything—a jar of spaghetti sauce he’d found the last time he broke into an abandoned house in western Arlington. There was no delaying it any longer. Ory would have to go into the city again to scavenge for food. Go or starve.
On the way back in, he saw it, frozen midstep in the weeds a few feet from the tree line. A deer. Its huge, dark pupils gleamed as they stared warily back, calculating. It should have dropped its antlers for the coming winter already, but they were still there, perched between its pricked ears. We’re saved, Ory thought. He raised the double-barrel Remington in silence and aimed. Then he saw.
White steam billowed around its muzzle. The obsidian eyes blinked. It had seemed like a deer, but now he could see that it was not. Almost, but not quite. Where its bony, branchlike antlers should have been, instead a pair of small brown wings sprouted from its forehead, mottled feathers spread in the same way horns might curve.
Max.
Ory made for the shelter at a sprint. Inside, he scrambled to lock all the locks and re-prop the wood plank at an angle under the doorknob as fast as he could. Max was still asleep when he had left her, snoring lightly on her stomach, hair in her face. Ory went straight to the bedroom, straight to her.
“Blue,” he said as soon as her drowsy, dream-heavy eyes fluttered open and met his own. He waited, breathless, for her to speak. It was their test, their way of telling whether or not she still knew who he was.
“Fifty-two,” she whispered back.
They met at a football game.
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