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Idols
Margaret Stohl
The second book in a breathtaking new series from Beautiful Creatures co-author Margaret Stohl
The Icons came from the sky. They belong to an inhuman enemy. They ended our civilization, and they can kill us…
…most of us.
Dol, Ro, Tima, and Lucas are the four Icon Children, the only humans immune to the Icon's power to stop a human heart. Now that Los Angeles has been saved, things are more complicated – and not just because Dol has to choose between Lucas and Ro, the two great loves of her life. As she flees to a resistance outpost hidden beneath a mountain, Dol makes contact with a fifth Icon Child, if only through her visions. When Dol and the others escape to Southeast Asia in search of this missing child, Dol's dreams, feelings and fears collide in an epic showdown that will change more than just four lives – and stop one heart forever.
In this riveting sequel to Icons, filled with nonstop action and compelling romance, bestselling author Margaret Stohl explores what it means to be human and how our greatest weakness can be humanity's strongest chance at survival.
Dedication (#u882b55ea-af9b-5be6-b001-71061c612a53)
For my friends in Chang Mai,
Chang Rai, Bangkok, Hong Kong,
Kuala Lumpur, and Singapore—and for their stories.
Khorb kun ka. Xie xie. Terima kasih.
PARCE METU. CEASE FROM FEAR.
—Virgil, The Aeneid
Table of Contents
Cover (#ub9b1b350-6a97-55ed-bf6e-74503458b0f4)
Title Page (#u6da6bcc5-6c46-5656-bdfd-f890ea61567e)
Dedication
Epigraph (#u71e84cd0-1c2f-5d98-accf-ea8636b67ca4)
Prologue: Pick a God and Pray
1. Wrecked
2. Out of Range
3. Rhumba of Rattlesnakes
4. Lost Highway
5. Dirt Nap
6. Animal Feet
7. Belter Mountain
8. Cold Welcome
9. The Idylls
10. Peculiar People
11. Belter Birds
12. Idylls’ End
13. Four
14. Dream Girl
15. Remnants
16. In a Heartbeat
17. Merk Secrets
18. Jump
19. Golden Gap
20. Buddha Bill
21. Old News
22. Hawkers
23. Ash
24. Wat Phra Kaew
25. Ping, Ching, and chang
26. Gone
27. Future Past
28. Lord Buddha
29. Moon Mountain
30. Jade Sunrise
31. Beyond Birds
32. Unification
33. Introductions
34. Salutations
35. Endings and Beginnings
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
Also by the Author
Copyright
About the Publisher
PROLOGUEPICK A GOD AND PRAY (#u882b55ea-af9b-5be6-b001-71061c612a53)
I want to close my eyes but I don’t.
I refuse. I won’t let darkness be the last thing I see.
So I watch while my world spins out of control. Literally. While our tail twists and our alarms scream and our lights flash and the impossibly loud roar of our failing rotors fills my heart with terror.
Not now, I think. Please.
Not like this.
We have twelve more Icons to destroy. I never bound with Lucas—and Ro’s never forgiven me for kissing him.
I’m not finished.
But with every turn, the rocky desert floor beneath us lurches closer. And out the window, all I see is a dark kaleidoscope of stars, ground, moon—in a whirling, chaotic blur.
A cloud of smoke chokes my lungs. I grasp Tima with one hand, clutching my gear to my chest with the other. The outline of the Icon shard in my pack is unmistakable as its sharp edges push against my ribs. I always know it’s there—along with the power it once seemed to give me, back in the Hole. Even now, I couldn’t forget it if I tried.
It doesn’t matter, I tell myself. Not anymore.
Nothing does.
The Chopper drops again, and in the front seats, Ro and Fortis almost hit the glass window. Wedged as I am behind them—between Lucas and Tima—my head slams into the back of Ro’s seat.
“Bloody hell!” growls Fortis.
I feel Lucas’s fingers on my shoulder and his fear in my chest. Brutus barks wildly, as if he could attack our fate and chase the end away—when in reality he’s scrabbling just to stay put in Tima’s lap.
Stupid dog. Stupid fate.
Stupid, stupid Chopper.
“Hold on, mates, this may be a bit of a rough landing!” Fortis calls over his shoulder, with the sudden flash of a grim smile.
“I thought you said you could fly this thing!” Ro screams at Fortis, and I feel the clash of panic and anger coming off him in powerful waves.
“You want to take a crack at it?” Fortis shouts, too busy fighting the controls to look up.
“Dol.” Lucas finds my hand and tightens his grip on me, lacing his fingers through mine. He radiates little of his natural warmth tonight, but I know it’s there.
The tiniest of sparks, even now.
We’re together, I think. Lucas and me. Ro. All of us. It’s something.
Grassgirl, Hothead, Buttons, Freak.
The night we fell out of the sky, at least we were together. At least we had that.
The moonlit landscape of wind-sculpted rock and canyons whips around us, and I wonder if this is the end. I wonder who will find us.
If anyone.
Our seats are shaking violently now. Even the windows are rattling. Tima tightens her grip on me, closing her eyes. Her fear hits me with such force that her touch almost burns.
As she touches me, a new idea claws itself into my mind.
“Tima, we need you—” I search for the memory of her at the Icon, how she used her fear to shield Lucas from the explosion.
I reach out to her.
Try. Just try.
Tima’s eyes flash open. She stares at her blood tattoo, the colorful streaks and patterns on her arm. She grips Brutus tight.
Tighter.
I hope she can do it. We’re going down fast.
“It’s no use. You can’t fly a bird with broken wings,” Fortis shouts. “Hold on, children—pick a god an’—”
Pray.
Pray, I think as we slam into the canyon wall.
I’m praying, I think as I listen to the violent clash of metal and rock.
Chumash Rancheros Spaniards Californians Americans Grass The Lords The Hole. Chumash Rancheros Spaniards Californians Americans Grass The Lords The Hole. Chumash Rancheros Spaniards Californians Americans Grass The Lords The Hole—
I recite it in my mind, the only prayer the Padre really taught me.
