Forty Words for Love - Hardcover

Saeed, Aisha

Hardcover

ISBN 10: 0593326466 ISBN 13: 9780593326466

Verlag: Kokila, 2023

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In this tender genre-bending young adult novel by New York Times bestselling author Aisha Saeed, two teen protagonists grow from friends to something more in the aftermath of a tragedy in their magical town.

Moonlight Bay is a magical place—or it was once. After a tragic death mars the town, the pink and lavender waters in the bay turn gray, and the forest that was a refuge for newcomers becomes a scourge to the townspeople. Almost overnight, the entire town seems devoid of life and energy. The tourists have stopped coming. And the people in the town are struggling. 

This includes the two teens at the heart of our story: Yasmine and Rafay. Yasmine is a child of the town, and her parents are trying and failing to make ends meet. Rafay is an immigrant, a child of Willow Forest. The forest of Moonlight Bay was where people from Rafay’s community relocated when their home was destroyed. Except Moonlight Bay is no longer a welcoming refuge, and tensions between the townspeople and his people are growing.

Yasmine and Rafay have been friends since Rafay first arrived, nearly ten years ago. As they've gotten older, their friendship has blossomed. Not that they would ever act on these feelings. The forest elders have long warned that falling in love with "outsiders" will lead to devastating consequences for anyone from Willow Forest. But is this actually true? Can Yasmine and Rafay find a way to be together despite it all?

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Aisha Saeed (aishasaeed.com) is the author of the New York Times bestseller Amal Unbound, Written in the Stars, Yes No Maybe So (with Becky Albertalli), and Diana and the Island of No Return, and is a Pakistani American writer, teacher, and attorney. She has been featured on MTV, the Huffington Post, NBC and the BBC. As one of the founding members of the We Need Diverse Books Campaign, she is helping change the conversation about representation in literature. Aisha lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband and sons.

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Before


one
Raf
The first clear moment Raf recalled from that night was the sound of laughter. Hers.
He’d heard her easy laughter a million times before. But that night it made his pulse quicken. Picking up his pace, his feet pressed into the packed sand beneath him. He needed to speak to her. Before he lost his nerve.
Faint music from the Moonlight Bay Festival carried over from a distance. He thought he’d glimpsed her slipping away from the celebration. She’d probably grown weary of the crowds. Maybe she’d gone looking for him. How would she react when he finally told her how he felt about her?
The golden leaf on his wrist pulsed against his skin. Raf frowned. This birthmark—­the one physical difference between the Golub and the locals—­only ever warmed in warning, when they’d strayed too far from home. The leaf protects you—­it does so at all costs. How many times had Tolki Uncle said this? But right now, he stood mere steps from his forest home.
Raf slowed. All thoughts of his leaf vanished. There she was. Yas. Partially obscured by a grove of palmettos, with her back pressed against a tree. She wore a white sundress. The star-­shaped necklace resting against her collarbone glinted in the moonlight. Her dark hair was loose around her shoulders.
Before he could take a step toward her, Raf realized she was not alone.
Her boarding-­school-­raised summer neighbor, Moses, heir to the Holler Candy fortune—­came into view. Moses drew closer to her. Laughed. His arms encircled her waist. She looked up at him. Their foreheads touched.
Heat flooded Raf’s face. His chest constricted as he stepped back. Why hadn’t Yas told him? They had been best friends ever since his family fell, shivering, from the Golub tree over a decade ago. They shared everything with each other. Didn’t they?
But this was a mercy, wasn’t it? If nothing else, he had his answer. He didn’t even have to ask.
A sudden jolt of pain burst from his wrist. Electric currents shot through his body. He doubled over. Tears pricked his eyes. The burning grew sharper by the second. White-­hot. As if the sun itself had burrowed within his skin. He bit his lip until he tasted blood.
Panic bubbling, Raf staggered toward the shoreline. Only then did he see that the ordinarily sleepy pink-­and-­lavender sea had transformed. Enormous dark waves rose in the distance before crashing to shore. The color of charcoal. Howling winds whipped through his hair. The chaos around him mirrored the chaos within. What was happening?
Then came the scream. High-pitched. Wailing. Clenching his jaw, Raf ran until he found himself before the towering specter of Holler Mansion and saw the image that would never leave him for as long as he lived: five-­year-­old Sammy Holler lying by the shore. His nanny, Melinda, knelt over his frame, her body racked with sobs. Sammy lay facedown on the sand. He didn’t move.
As though playing a part in a movie, Raf numbly grabbed his phone. Fingers fumbling, he dialed for an ambulance. He wasn’t sure when Moses and Yas arrived. When the red and white ambulance lights at last flashed in the distance. A team of paramedics lifted Sammy’s limp body onto the stretcher.
One thought ran in a loop in his mind: This can’t be real. This couldn’t happen here. Not in Moonlight Bay. They’d fix Sammy. That’s what doctors did. That’s how stories like these ended. Sammy couldn’t die.
Raf couldn’t be sure how he made it back to Willow Forest, to Tolki Uncle’s door, practically falling into his arms. He only knew that Uncle would have the answers. He always did. Uncle wrapped Raf’s wrist in a soothing compress. He brought him a warm cup of almond tea. A blanket. It was only when the teacup clattered against its saucer that Raf realized he was trembling.
Through ragged breaths, he managed to get the words out: Sammy on the damp beach. The sea churning dark and deadly.
Uncle’s expression grew grim. He ran a hand through his hair—­pure white, like the snowcapped mountains of Golub they’d left behind.
“What were you doing out there, son?”
“I . . . I was looking for Yas.” Raf’s shoulders slumped. Raf had to tell him. Of course he did. Uncle needed to know. 
“Raf,” Uncle said slowly. “Were you going to—­”
“I didn’t say anything,” Raf said quickly. “I saw her and Moses, and . . .” He looked at his leaf. Gold and green as ever. “It’s not like she feels the same.”
Tolki Uncle was quiet, translating Raf’s broken words into meaning. Shame coursed through Raf. His father had died three years earlier, but Tolki was a father figure to all the Golub who ended up within the forest of Moonlight Bay.
“What happened when you saw her?” he finally asked.
“That’s when it began to burn.”
“Had anything been amiss with the water?” Uncle hesitated. “Before you saw Moses and Yas?”
“I don’t think so.” Raf’s mouth grew dry. “D-­do you think my leaf had something to do with this?”
A moment of tense silence passed.
“This is my fault,” Uncle finally said. “I warned you away from Yas. I had hoped that would be enough.”
“You said I could never be with her because we were returning to Golub soon,” Raf said shakily. “But, Uncle . . . it’s been ten years, and—­”
“I didn’t tell you the rest of it,” Uncle interrupted. “Just as leaving the safety perimeter erases one’s leaf, choosing to be with someone who is not of us—­that too can have devastating consequences. Though, until now, I hadn’t been certain what sort of consequences.”
Raf thought of the waves. The darkness. What he had almost told her. 
“My leaf . . . It couldn’t have done all that.” Seeing Uncle’s ashen face, his voice grew smaller. “Could it?”
Uncle didn’t reply, his silence its own answer. Raf sank his head into his hands. He felt light-headed. Had his birthmark disappeared, he’d have lost any ability to return to Golub or to remain with his own family within their forest home. Lost leaves were catching.
Before they could speak more, a fist pounded against the front door, followed by a shout. “Come quick! The Golub tree is opening! Someone is here!”
Raf froze. New arrivals? The tree hadn’t opened in years. Gripping his cane, Uncle rose. He placed a hand on Raf’s shoulder and leaned close.
“We will speak more on this later, but not a word to anyone, Raf. Ever,” he said gently but firmly. “Do you understand?”
Raf looked at his wrist. The leaf was calm now, a glittering etching on his skin once more.
The leaf protects you—­it does so at all costs.
Raf Javan hadn’t said a word to Yas. But a price had been exacted all the same.


After


two
Yas
Yas knew her father wasn’t there. She didn’t need to see it with her own eyes to know. Still, she stepped onto the salt-­rubbed back porch and slipped on the flip-­flops she’d left resting on the feathery welcome mat. The clouds looked thinner than they had in months, and wisps of sunlight streamed through their gray pockets, casting spotlights on the sand below.
Glancing at the driveway, she saw that, sure enough, there was...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Kokila
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2023
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 0593326466
• ISBN 13: 9780593326466
• Einband: Gebundene Ausgabe
• Anzahl der Seiten: 304
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