When people travel through dimensions, he said, staring down at the prototypes, they leave traces. The point is, I can go after Paul. And I know how to set these to follow that trace. The Firebirds glinted in his palm.
They looked like odd, asymmetrical bronze lockets—maybe jewelry fashioned in the era of Art Nouveau, when organic shapes were all the rage. Instead the Firebirds were the keys to unlock the universe. No—the universes.
Almost anywhere, Theo answered, and he gave me a look. Living beings can only travel to dimensions where they already exist. A dimension where my parents never met? Because when a person travels to another dimension, they actually materialize within their other self. Theo shrugged. His gaze was far away as he turned the Firebirds over in his palm.
Then he could remain there as long as he liked, without ever getting caught. But the thing was, Paul wanted something besides destroying my parents. Sooner or later, Paul would have to go after his true, secret goal. When he did, that was when we could catch him. The cool breeze ruffled my hair and made the lights flutter back and forth on the deck railing, like the plastic fish were trying to swim away.
He scraped his Doc Martens against the old wood of the deck; a bit of it splintered away. Well, it might not do anything. I might just stand there feeling stupid. Probably either of these would work.
When you guys were talking about testing one of these, you said there was no way in hell any of you should even consider it. Yeah, well, I exaggerate a lot. You must have realized that by now. And besides, that was before I got to work on them. The Firebirds are better now than ever before. Theo leaned closer to me, and the smirk was gone. My dad is dead. Mom deserves some justice. So Paul has to be stopped. I can help you stop him. Paul, volatile.
Two days earlier, I would have laughed at that. To me Paul had always seemed as quiet and stolid as the rock cliffs he climbed on weekends.
Now I knew that Paul was a murderer. None of that mattered anymore. Think about it. I extend your reach. I make the chances of finding him a lot better.
Theo breathed out, squeezed my hand back, let it go, and ran his fingers through his spiky hair. He was restless and jumpy as always—but I could tell he was considering it. When his dark eyes next met mine, he sighed. I think she could actually, literally skin me. She gets the wild eyes sometimes. I hesitated for a moment, thinking of what this meant for my mother. If something went wrong on this trip—if I turned into atomic soup—she would have lost both me and Dad within the space of two days.
But if Paul got away with it, that would kill her just as surely—and me, too. I meant it then as much as I mean it now. But where is here, exactly? As I walk along the street, crowded despite the late hour, I try to study my surroundings. Picasso could have painted this city with its harsh angles, its rigidity, and the way dark lines of steel seem to slash through buildings like knife strokes.
I imagine myself as one of the women he painted—face divided in two, asymmetrical and contradictory, one half appearing to smile while the other is silently screaming. I stop in my tracks. All right. That makes sense. Dad is. In this dimension, I guess she came to his university instead, and we all live here in London. The thought of my father alive again, somewhere nearby, bubbles up inside me until I can hardly think of anything else.
I want to run to him right now, right this second, and hug him tight and apologize for every time I ever talked back to him or made fun of his dorky bow ties. One woman is talking to a face; that must be a holographic phone call.
As I stand there, one of my wide bangle bracelets is shimmering with light. I lift my wrist closer to my face and read the words, written on the inside in small metallic type:. What other kinds of advanced technology do they have here? To everybody else in this dimension, all this stuff is beyond routine. Both the hoverships above London and the no-rail monorail snaking along overhead are filled with bored passengers, for whom this is just the end of another dull day.
I look down again at the high heels I wear, so unlike my usual ballet flats. I open the locket and look at the device inside. Very complicated. The thing reminds me of our universal remote, which has so many keys and buttons and functions that nobody in my household—which contains multiple physicists, including my mother who is supposed to be the next Einstein— none of us can figure out how to switch from the Playstation to the DVR.
How to jump back from one if I land somewhere immediately dangerous. How to. Upload Sign In Join. Create a List. Download to App. Length: pages 5 hours. Description Cloud Atlas meets Orphan Black in this epic dimension-bending trilogy by New York Times bestselling author Claudia Gray about a girl who must chase her father's killer through multiple dimensions.
Related Categories. Related Authors. Then I can only wait to die. It was unrealistic of me to hope he would be, but I hoped anyway. What if this is how I die?
This time yesterday, my dad probably asked himself that same question. Gasping for the last inches of air in the car, thinking of me and Mom and Josie— He must have been so scared. Dizziness tilts the ground beneath my feet, weakens my limbs. This is it. The word KILL sharpens back into focus. Confused, I step back from the brick wall. I feel wide awake. More so than before, actually. This is so like my world, and yet not my world at all. This was even luckier for Josie and me, because Dr.
Henry Caine would become our dad. Nobody could find Paul; nobody could catch him. Can you follow him anywhere? I meant, within those. Then yeah. I asked. We could catch him. Not Theo alone—both of us. Theo held two prototypes in his hand. No, the worst-case scenario involves me getting blended into so much atomic soup.
At least, I strongly doubt it. My voice was hardly more than a whisper. Our eyes met as Theo said, For all of you. I could hardly breathe. Hang on. I never said this was a trip for two.
I pointed at the Firebird lockets. I said, I have to do this, Theo. It is important. And vice versa, he retorted. Please think about this for a second first.
Next step: discover where this version of home is. Start your free trial. Page 1 of 1. It sharpens all your love, all your happiest memories, into blades that tear you apart from within. Something has been torn out from inside that will never be filled up, not ever, no matter how long I love. They say 'time heals,' but even now, less than a week after my father's death, I know that is a lie.
What people really mean is that eventually you'll get get used to the pain. You'll forget who you were without it; you'll forget what you looked like without your scars.
This, I think, is the boundary line of adulthood. Not the crap they claim it is-- graduating high school or losing your virginity or getting your first apartment or whatever. You cross the boundary the first time you're changed forever. You cross it the first time you know you can never go back. It was sweet and unique in all the right ways. I was skeptical in the first few chapters with all of the science talk that made my eyes feel like it was going to cross, but thankfully that was just there to set up the scene for everything that was going on.
I really enjoyed the world building, the character development, the plot progression, and the ending. I am really excited for this series to continue, and I just hope it will be as good as the first. Because of the different dimensions, I think this book will appeal to fans of a lot of different genres. It's contemporary, but there's fantasy, dystopian, and even some historical. I think this book is a must read for everyone, and I am definitely adding it to my " favorites" list.
For my full review, check out my blog. I loved this book! Even though it had a love triangle, I didn't dislike it for once. We use this information to create a better experience for all users. Please review the types of cookies we use below. These cookies allow you to explore OverDrive services and use our core features. Without these cookies, we can't provide services to you. These cookies allow us to monitor OverDrive's performance and reliability.
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For example, they let us know which features and sections are most popular. Before long she begins to question Paul's guilt—as well as her own heart. And soon she discovers the truth behind her father's death is far more sinister than she expected. A Thousand Pieces of You explores an amazingly intricate multi-universe where fate is unavoidable, the truth elusive, and love the greatest mystery of all. Aliens vs. American Vampire Vol.