In this unforgettable seventh book in the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling Keeper of the Lost Cities series, Sophie must let the past and present blur together, because the deadliest secrets are always the ones that get erased.
Sophie Foster doesn’t know what—or whom—to believe. And in a game with this many players, the worst mistake can be focusing on the wrong threat.
But when the Neverseen prove that Sophie’s far more vulnerable than she ever imagined, she realizes it’s time to change the rules. Her powerful abilities can only protect her so far. To face down ruthless enemies, she must learn to fight.
Unfortunately, battle training can’t help a beloved friend who’s facing a whole different danger—where the only solution involves one of the biggest risks Sophie and her friends have ever taken. And the distraction might be exactly what the villains have been waiting for.
About the Author
Shannon Messenger graduated from the USC School of Cinematic Arts, where she learned—among other things—that she liked watching movies much better than making them. She’s studied art, screenwriting, and film production, but she realized her real passion was writing stories for children. She’s the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of the award-winning middle grade series, Keeper of the Lost Cities, as well as the Sky Fall series for young adults. Her books have been featured on multiple state reading lists, published in numerous countries, and translated into many different languages. She lives in Southern California with an embarrassing number of cats. Find her online at ShannonMessenger.com.
Read an Excerpt
SO IS IT STRANGE COMING here and not being the one on trial?” Keefe asked, checking his expertly styled blond hair in a shiny facet on one of the jeweled walls before he followed Sophie into Tribunal Hall. “Because I’d be happy to help you break a few laws if you’re feeling left out.”
“Me too!” Ro—Keefe’s bodyguard—jumped in. Her pierced nose crinkled as she surveyed the empty auditorium, which was built entirely out of emeralds. “Ugh, you guys have really out-sparkled yourselves with this place. It’s basically begging me to smash something.”
“No one will be smashing anything,” Sandor—Sophie’s bodyguard—warned. “Or causing any other problems!”
The threat didn’t sound all that terrifying, thanks to Sandor’s squeaky voice. But he backed it up by being a seven-foot-tall goblin warrior—and by folding his gray arms across his bare chest and flexing some seriously impressive muscles.
Ro flashed a pointy-toothed smile and patted the rows of daggers—a recent addition to her ogre arsenal—strapped to her toned thighs. “I’d like to see you try to stop us.”
“Believe me, I’d enjoy every second,” Sandor growled, gripping the hilt of his giant black sword. “I still can’t believe the Council is allowing you into these proceedings.”
Neither could Sophie.
Then again, she hadn’t expected to be invited either.
The Tribunal was supposed to be restricted to members of the Vacker family, since it was only a sentencing hearing—and mostly a formality. Alvar was already being held in the secret prison the Black Swan had designed specifically for him. The Council was simply deciding how many years he’d have to stay there.
But Alden had stopped by Havenfield that morning and explained that he’d gotten permission for Sophie to attend. And when she’d light leaped to Eternalia, she’d found Keefe and Ro already waiting.
Keefe looked dressier than usual, in a starched white shirt with a fitted black jerkin and an embroidered gray cape—and Sophie was relieved to see it, since she’d decided to show her support with a dusty-rose gown that was much more Biana’s fancy style than hers. She’d also used the gold-flecked eyeliner Biana had been telling her would bring out the glints in her brown eyes—even though she hated drawing more attention to their unique-for-an-elf color.
“What?” Sophie asked, wiping under her lashes when she noticed Keefe staring. “Did I smudge it?”
“No, Foster. You look . . . perfect.”
She blushed at the slight catch in his voice—and then wished she hadn’t when he flashed his trademark smirk.
“Did Alden tell you he wanted you to be here for moral support too?” she asked, stopping in the center of the hall as she realized she didn’t know which of the hundreds of seats were theirs.
His smile faded. “Yeah. He said Fitz was going to need a friend today.”
“He said a lot more than that,” Ro muttered.
“Relax, Foster,” Keefe said, shooting Ro a glare before he pointed to the crease that had formed between Sophie’s eyebrows. “No need to get all crinkly on me. Nothing’s going on. Alden’s just . . . worried about how Fitz is going to handle this.”
“So am I,” Sophie admitted.
Anger was often Fitz’s crutch in emotionally fraught situations—and nothing brought out his fury more than his traitorous older brother.
“Yeah, well, now I’m stuck listening to a bunch of stuffy, know-it-all elves arguing with each other,” Ro groused as she twisted one of her choppy pigtails, which she’d recently dyed the same vivid pink she’d painted her claws. “It almost makes me wish I were still bedridden. Seriously, who thought having twelve Councillors was a good idea?”
Sophie was tempted to point out that the system was much more balanced than having a single power-hungry king. But since Ro was the daughter of the ogres’ fear-inspiring leader—and the elves’ alliance with King Dimitar had become rather shaky after the Neverseen almost killed Ro during their attack on Atlantis—she decided it was smart to avoid that particular conversation. Especially since the elvin Council was far from perfect.
She turned toward the twelve jeweled thrones that filled a large platform at the front of the glinting green room. Each had been ornamented to reflect the style and taste of the Councillor whose name was displayed along the top: Clarette, Velia, Alina, Terik, Liora, Emery, Oralie, Ramira, Darek, Noland, Zarina, and Bronte.
Sophie knew some of them better than others, and there were a couple she’d even grown to trust. But she would never stop wishing that there was still a simple, sturdy throne for Councillor Kenric.
Kenric had been kind. And funny. And one of Sophie’s most loyal supporters.
And he’d still be alive if it weren’t for her.
She tried not to let herself think about it, because the guilt might shatter her sanity. But she could still feel the stinging heat of the flames—still hear the crunches and crackles and screams as the jeweled tower melted around them. And she’d never forget Fintan’s taunt as he’d ignited the Everblaze to prevent her from retrieving his memories.
Sophie had only been in Oblivimyre that night because of a direct order from the Council. But if she’d been stronger, faster, smarter than Fintan . . .
“You okay?” Keefe asked, flicking a strand of her blond hair to get her attention. “And before you answer, remember: You’re talking to an Empath. Plus, you’ve already pulled out two eyelashes since we got here, and I can tell you’re dying to go for a third.”
Her eyelashes itched whenever she felt anxious, and tugging on them was such a relief. But she kept trying to break the habit, so she held her hands at her sides and forced herself to meet Keefe’s ice blue eyes. “I’m fine.”
When he raised one eyebrow, she added, “I’m just frustrated. I wish the Council was holding a Tribunal for Fintan, not Alvar.”
Keefe leaned slightly closer. “I wouldn’t let the Fitzster hear you say that.”
“I know. Or Biana.”
The younger Vacker siblings had been counting down the days to Alvar’s sentencing—and Sophie didn’t blame them for wanting everything settled with their older brother.
But . . .
She glanced over her shoulder, grateful the auditorium was still empty, so she could ask the question she’d been trying not to say.
“Doesn’t this feel like a waste of time?”
“Because Alvar can’t remember anything?” Keefe asked.
Alvar had been a longtime member of the Neverseen, involved in many of their cruelest schemes before Sophie and her friends found him drugged, bleeding, and trapped in a cell in an abandoned hideout. And when he’d finally regained consciousness, he couldn’t even remember his own name.
He didn’t seem to be faking, either. Sophie had checked. So had Fitz. And Alden. And Mr. Forkle. And Quinlin. And Councillor Emery—along with every other Telepath the Council trusted. None of them could find a single memory in Alvar’s head, no matter how deeply they searched. The Black Swan had even brought in Damel—a trained Washer—who’d told them that Alvar’s past had been scrubbed cleaner than he’d realized was possible. And Sophie had tried using her unique telepathic abilities to perform a mental healing, but it hadn’t made a difference. Neither had any of the elixirs a team of physicians had given him.
Alvar’s mind wasn’t broken or damaged.
It was . . . blank.
Sophie had never felt anything like it—and she’d experienced some pretty bizarre mental landscapes over the last few years. There was no cold, suffocating darkness. No sharp, fragmented images. Just soft, fuzzy gray space.
“I don’t understand why the Council is focusing on someone with amnesia,” she whispered to Keefe, “when they have Fintan in custody and they’re doing nothing.”
The former leader of the Neverseen had been captured during the raid on Nightfall. But Fintan had cut a deal with the Council for his cooperation. So he was currently being held in a prison built specifically for him, in exchange for sharing the location of a small supply of the antidote to soporidine—a dangerous sedative the Neverseen had developed for some still-undetermined purpose. He’d also demanded that all Telepaths be kept far away, to ensure that no one could mess with his memories. And while the Council did at least make him agree to help them gain access to his old cache—a small, marble-size gadget that contained dangerous memories called Forgotten Secrets—either Fintan was sabotaging the process, or caches were flawed inventions, because weeks had passed and they hadn’t recovered a single piece of information.
“You think he’s planning something,” Keefe guessed.
Fintan had already proven that he was the master of long, intricate schemes. He’d destroyed Lumenaria—and freed Vespera from the castle’s dungeon—with a plan that required key members of the Neverseen to allow themselves to be imprisoned. He could be pulling a similar trick again—and Sophie knew she could find out if the Council would just let her meet with him.
But all of her requests for a visit had been denied. And when she’d asked the Black Swan’s Collective for help, they’d told her the Council wasn’t giving them access either.
“Why is Fintan still calling the shots?” she murmured. “He already gave us the antidote.”
“I don’t know.” Keefe seemed to debate with himself before he added, “But he’s never going to cooperate. So do you really want to do another memory break on him? After what happened with Alden—and Kenric . . .”
Sophie stared at her hands, tracing her finger along one of the thumb rings peeking through her lacy gloves. The engraved bands had been a gift from Fitz, to identify the two of them as Cognates—and the rare telepathic connection made them far more powerful together than they’d been the last time they’d taken on Fintan. She’d also manifested as an Enhancer, which meant she could boost Fitz’s mental strength with a single touch of her fingertips. So she had no doubt that they would get past Fintan’s blocking and find whatever he was hiding.
But . . . memory breaks were horrible, brutal things—even when they were necessary.
“I don’t see any other choice,” she admitted. “Even if he’s not part of some bigger scheme, Fintan has to at least know what Vespera’s planning.”
“But he won’t know what my mom’s up to,” Keefe reminded her. “And she’s the one running things now.”
Sophie wasn’t entirely convinced that was true.
Lady Gisela had seized control of the Neverseen when she’d tried to destroy Atlantis. But Vespera only allied with her because Keefe’s mom trapped her in a force field and threatened to leave her there until the Council arrived to arrest her. And Vespera didn’t seem like the type who’d cooperate for long—especially since she’d insisted that she and Lady Gisela had opposite visions.
Then again, Keefe’s mom had already clawed her way back to power once, so she must be taking precautions to make sure no one could overthrow her again.
“We have too many villains,” Sophie said through a sigh.
Keefe snorted. “You’re not wrong.”
She wasn’t even counting the other members of the Neverseen. Or the ogres who’d defected from King Dimitar. Or the dwarves who’d disappeared months ago, presumably to join the rebellion. Or—
“Hey,” Keefe said, fanning the air the way he always did when her emotions started to spiral. “We’ve got this, okay? I know it doesn’t feel like it—”
“It doesn’t,” Sophie agreed.
They’d been trying to come up with a plan for weeks and still had nothing. And whenever the Neverseen kept them stumped like that, people got hurt.
Sophie had even risked using Keefe’s old Imparter, which his mom had rigged with a secret way to contact her. But Lady Gisela was either ignoring them, or she’d severed the connection. And the Black Swan had confiscated the gadget in case anyone could use it to monitor them.
Keefe grinned. “You’re so adorable when you worry. I’ve told you that, right?”
Sophie gave him her best glare, and his smile only widened.
He stepped closer, reaching for her hands. “Let’s just get through today, okay? Then no one will be distracted by Alvar anymore, and we’ll be able to focus.”
“Yeah. I guess.”
“Hmm.” He traced his thumb over the sliver of skin between her glove and the edge of her beaded sleeve. “There’s something you’re not saying right now. I can feel it.”
The other question she’d been trying not to ask, because she was pretty sure she knew what her friends would say.
“Come on, Foster. It’s me. You know you can trust me. And you already know all of my worst secrets, so . . .”
It was the sincerity in his eyes that made her glance over her shoulder again, making sure the room was still empty before she whispered, “Do you think it’s weird to punish someone for crimes they don’t remember committing?”
“Weird?” Keefe asked. “Or wrong?”
“Both, I guess.”
He nodded and stepped back, running a hand down his face. “Well . . . everything about this is weird. But, just because Alvar doesn’t remember the creepy things he did, it doesn’t mean they didn’t happen.”
Sophie knew better than anyone what Alvar was capable of. And yet . . . the few times she’d seen him since he lost his memory, he’d seemed different.
He wasn’t slick, or arrogant, or angry.
He was terrified. And desperate. And he’d spent the whole time begging everyone to realize he wasn’t the person they thought he was.
“He could still get his memories back,” Keefe reminded her. “Just because we haven’t found the right trigger yet doesn’t mean the Neverseen didn’t plan for one.”
That was another reason Sophie wanted a chance to poke around Fintan’s head. They’d recovered Alvar months before Fintan was arrested, so he had to know why Alvar ended up in that cell.
But since the Council wasn’t cooperating, Sophie had convinced Mr. Forkle to bring Alvar to places from his past, like the apartment he’d been living in and the destroyed Neverseen hideouts they’d found. They’d also spent days exposing Alvar to random images and sounds and smells—even tastes—trying to trigger a hint of familiarity.
None of it had caused even the tiniest flashback.
And she was starting to think that nothing ever would.
“I’m not saying I trust Alvar,” she said, turning to stare at the hundreds of empty seats. “But I also know how terrifying it is to stand in this room and face the Council, and I can’t imagine going through it without even remembering why I’m on trial. I mean . . . Alvar’s future is being decided by a past he doesn’t believe is his.”
“But it is his,” Keefe argued. “It’s not like we’re making this up. He helped kidnap you and Dex, and he helped the Neverseen grab Wylie and torture him, and he helped abduct your human family—and that’s only the stuff we know about. I saw what he was like when I was pretending to join the Neverseen. He was all in. One-hundred-percent committed to their cause, no matter what they asked him to do. And he’d still be just as dedicated if they hadn’t gotten rid of him—if that’s really what happened. Do you want to let him off the hook just because they wiped his mind to keep him from telling us their secrets?”
“No. But keeping him locked up in that miserable cell still feels . . . unfair, somehow.”
“Ugh, you elves overthink everything,” Ro grumbled. “It’s simple: A traitor’s a traitor, and they need to be punished so everyone understands there are consequences for treason. If you’re not willing to end him, lock him up and destroy the key. Or better yet, leave it hanging in his line of sight so he has to stare at it forever, knowing he’ll never be able to reach it.”
“For once the ogre princess and I agree,” Sandor added.
Sophie sighed. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing I don’t have to make the decision.”
“It is,” Keefe agreed. “?’Cause I’m pretty sure Fitz is going to have a meltdown if the Council gives Alvar anything less than a life sentence.”
The idea made Sophie cringe.
The elves called their life span “indefinite,” because so far no one had ever died of old age. So if Fitz got his wish, Alvar would be spending thousands of years locked away—maybe even millions. And his cell wasn’t just cramped and stuffy. It was buried in the middle of a putrid bog and smelled worse than imp breath.
Keefe moved back to her side, leaning in to whisper. “I do get what you’re saying, Foster. Punishing the bad guys is supposed to be easier than this—and way more fun.”
“Yeah,” Sophie said quietly. “I’ve been angry at Alvar for so long, I never thought I’d end up feeling sorry for him.”
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand this is why we’re going to be stuck here for hours,” Ro whined.
“Nah, I’m sure the Council already made their decision,” Keefe told her. “They’re just putting on a good show for the Vackers.”
“Wanna bet?” Ro’s grin looked dangerous when she added, “I say we’ll be here until sunset—and if I’m right, you have to wear ogre armor to school, instead of your uniform.”
Keefe smirked. “No big deal. I would rock that metal diaper. But I say that this hearing will be done in an hour—and if I’m right, you have to call me Lord Hunkyhair from now on.”
Sophie shook her head. “You guys are terrible.”
“That’s why you love us!” Keefe draped his arm around her shoulders. “You should get in on this, Foster. I’m sure that devious mind of yours can come up with some particularly humiliating ways to punish us if we’re wrong.”
She probably could. But no way was she risking having to wear a metal breastplate to Foxfire. Ro’s looked like a medieval corset paired with spiked metal bikini bottoms.
“Hard pass,” she told him.
Keefe heaved a dramatic sigh. “Fiiiiiiiiiine. I guess I can’t blame you, since I already owe you a favor. Any thoughts on what my penance is going to be, by the way? Don’t think I haven’t noticed how long you’ve been stalling.”
“I’m not stalling,” Sophie insisted. “I just . . . haven’t figured out what I want.”
“Yeah, I know.” The teasing tone faded from his voice, replaced with something that made Sophie very aware of how close they were standing. “Take your time,” he told her, the words mostly a whisper. “Just . . . let me know when you figure it out. Because I—”
The doors to the hall burst open, cutting off whatever else he was going to say.
“Oh good. Here comes the elf parade,” Ro muttered.
“The Vacker parade,” Keefe corrected. “And get ready for it. They’re the sparkliest of us all.”
They really were.
Sophie’s jaw even dropped a little as she watched the legendary family filing into the hall in their elaborate gowns and perfectly tailored jerkins and jeweled capes. She’d thought she was used to the extreme wealth and ageless beauty of the elves. But the Vackers demanded attention in a way she didn’t know how to explain. There was something striking about each and every one of them—which was extra impressive considering how different they all looked from each other. She spotted every hair color, skin color, feature shape, and body type. It probably shouldn’t have caught her by surprise—the family line went back thousands of years, and elves didn’t separate themselves by appearance the way humans often did. But she was so used to how closely Fitz, Biana, and Alvar resembled their parents that she’d foolishly imagined all their relatives with similar dark hair and pale coloring.
She studied everyone as they passed, hoping she’d catch a glimpse of Fallon Vacker—Fitz and Biana’s great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather. She’d been trying to meet with him for months, hoping he could tell her more about why he’d sentenced Vespera to the Lumenaria dungeon. But he’d been annoyingly uncooperative.
There were quite a few males with pointy ears—the trademark of the Ancients—but Sophie didn’t know any other details about Fallon’s appearance to help her narrow it down. And she couldn’t ask Keefe—the hall was way too quiet. No one said a word as they climbed the auditorium’s stairs and took their seats.
And yet, somehow, the silence grew thicker when the doors opened again and Alden and Della strode into the hall, followed by Fitz and Biana and their goblin bodyguards, Grizel and Woltzer.
Sophie had seen her friends shattered by grief, shaking with anger, sobbing with hysterics—even battered and bloody and half dead. But she’d never seen them looking so . . . timid. Their clothes were dark and boring, and they kept their teal eyes focused on the floor. Biana even disappeared for longer between her steps than her vanishing ability usually caused.
So did Della, who’d worn her long hair pulled back into a simple knot, along with a gown and cape that were dull gray, without any frills.
Alden’s cape and jerkin were equally plain.
Not that any of it helped them draw less attention.
The air in the room shifted, turning hotter and heavier with each stare sent their way—a blast of searing judgment aimed at the family of Vackers who’d brought scorn upon the name. And Fitz and Biana seemed to shrink under the weight of it, ducking their chins and picking up their pace as angry murmurs began to swell—starting as a low rustle and growing into a pounding thrum.
Sophie tried to think of something to say as they drew closer, but her mind wasn’t cooperating—and for once Keefe didn’t seem to have a joke ready. So she was forced to go with the less-than-inspiring “Hey.”
Biana’s head snapped up. “Whoa, what are you guys doing here?”
“Your dad didn’t tell you he got us in?” Keefe asked, dropping his arm from Sophie’s shoulders when he noticed Fitz staring at them.
“I wanted it to be a surprise,” Alden explained. “I hope that’s okay.”
“Of course it is!” Biana practically tackled Sophie with her hug—but Sophie hugged her back as gently as she could.
Biana kept claiming that she’d recovered from the brutal injuries she’d suffered in Nightfall, but Sophie had noticed that Biana always wore long sleeves now and chose gowns and tunics that covered her neck and shoulders.
“By the way, you look awesome,” Biana said, pulling away to admire Sophie’s dress. “Now I’m wishing I braided my hair or something.”
“Oh please, you look amazing,” Sophie assured her. “Like always.”
It wasn’t a lie.
Even in a hall full of Vackers, Biana managed to shine.
So did Fitz—though Sophie was trying not to notice.
“Hey, Fitzy,” Keefe said, elbowing Fitz’s side. “Wanna join our bet on how long this Tribunal is going to last? You get to name your terms—oh, but if you lose, you’ll have to wear a metal diaper to school and call me Lord Hunkyhair from now on.”
“Uh . . . yeah, no,” Fitz said as Biana asked, “Hunkyhair?”
“Lord Hunkyhair,” Keefe corrected. “What? It’s accurate.” He tossed his head like he was in a shampoo commercial. “I think we need to make it a thing either way—don’t you, Foster?”
“I think you’re ridiculous,” Sophie told him.
Then again, Biana was giggling. And Fitz’s lips were twitching with the beginning of a smile. Even Alden and Della had relaxed a little.
But everyone turned serious as Alden motioned for them to follow him toward a narrow silver staircase that led up to a platform with a row of chairs facing the Councillors’ thrones.
Fitz offered Sophie his arm, and she tried to ignore the way her insides fluttered at the gesture. He was probably only doing it because everyone knew that climbing things without tripping wasn’t one of her strengths—particularly when she was wearing heels. But her face still grew warm as she hooked her elbow around his.
It got even warmer when he told her, “I’m glad you’re here.”
“So am I.”
She meant it, even though the buzz in the room was shifting tone—and she caught enough scattered words to know many were now talking about her.
“Raised by humans.”
There were also a few mentions of “matchmaking” in the mix, and Sophie decided she did not want to know what they were saying. Especially when she noticed Keefe’s smirk.
Fitz guided her to a chair on the far left of the platform and took the seat next to her, with Keefe sitting on his other side, followed by Biana, Della, and Alden. All the bodyguards took up positions behind them.
“Where’s Alvar going to be?” Sophie whispered, noticing that there were no empty seats.
Alden pointed to a portion of the floor that had a square pattern. “That platform will rise once he’s standing on it.”
“He has to face the Council alone,” Della added quietly.
“And it looks like our time starts now,” Keefe told Ro, as two dozen heavily armed goblins marched into the hall and took up positions around the Councillors’ thrones.
“They call that security?” Ro huffed. “I could take them down without even drawing a dagger.”
Fanfare drowned out Sandor’s reply—which was probably for the best. And Sophie’s insides squished together as all twelve Councillors shimmered onto the platform in their gleaming silver cloaks and twinkling circlets.
Ro snorted. “Wow. Do the jewels in their crowns seriously match their thrones?”
“I suppose you’d rather we ink our adornments to our skin?” Councillor Emery called back.
His deep, velvety voice bounced off the emerald walls—but Ro didn’t look the least bit intimidated as she reached up and traced one of her pink claws over the tattoos swirling across her forehead.
“I doubt you guys could handle the pain,” she told him.
“I think you’d be surprised what we can bear,” Councillor Emery responded.
His skin was usually a shade similar to his long dark hair—but whatever memories inspired his statement had turned him slightly ashen.
“But that’s not what we’re here to discuss,” he added, taking a seat in his sapphire-encrusted throne, which matched both his circlet and his eyes. “I know many in this hall have important assignments to return to. So let’s not waste time.”
“Did you hear that?” Keefe asked Ro as the other Councillors sat in their respective thrones. “They’re not going to waste time.”
“Psh—like that’s going to last,” Ro argued.
“Bring in the accused!” Emery commanded, and four additional goblin warriors marched into the hall, flanking a hooded figure who blinked in and out of sight with every step, just like his mother and sister.
Alvar had never been as effortlessly attractive as his younger siblings, but he’d always made up for it with immaculate clothes, perfectly gelled hair, and a build that looked like he’d spent hours working out every day. He would’ve been horrified by the scrawny, battered person he’d become. His loose gray cloak seemed to swallow him, and greasy strands of his dark hair hung in his pale blue eyes.
But worst of all were the curved red scars marring his gaunt face.
“The Council better get this right,” Fitz whispered as the platform raised Alvar to the Councillors’ height.
“State your name for the record,” Councillor Emery ordered.
Alvar gave a wobbly bow and drew back his hood. “I’m told it’s Alvar Soren Vacker.”
“You sound as if you don’t believe that to be the case,” Emery noted.
“I don’t know what I believe,” Alvar told him. “Like I keep telling you, I have no memory of my past.”
Fitz reached for Sophie’s hand when Councillor Emery closed his eyes. As spokesperson for the Council, Emery’s job was to telepathically mediate all arguments, to ensure the Councillors presented a unified front for the audience.
Several long seconds passed—and Ro’s grin widened with each one—before Emery asked Alvar, “Do you understand why we’ve brought you before us today?”
Alvar bowed again. “I understand that certain charges have been raised against me. But I have no way to verify them.”
“Are you implying that we’re liars?” a sharp voice barked.
All eyes shifted to Councillor Bronte, the oldest member of the Council—with the pointy ears to prove it, along with the piercing stare of an elf who could inflict pain on anyone he wished with a simple glance.
Alvar shrank back a step. “Of course not. I’m just . . . emphasizing my predicament. You keep outlining my crimes—but I feel no connection to any of it. Just like I feel no connection to anyone in this room, even though I’m told you’re my family.” He glanced behind him, studying the intimidating crowd before his eyes settled on Alden and Della. “I wish I could remember you. I wish I could remember anything. But since I can’t, all I’ll say is . . . whoever did these horrible things that you’ve accused me of—that’s not me. Maybe it used to be. And if that’s the case, I’m truly sorry. But I promise I’m not that person anymore.”
“Right,” Fitz muttered, loud enough for the word to echo off the walls.
“I understand your skepticism,” Councillor Emery told him. “We have doubts as well.”
“Then let me prove myself!” Alvar begged. “I realize the chance of regaining my freedom is slim. But if you did decide to grant it—”
“We’d be endangering the lives of everyone in the Lost Cities,” Councillor Emery finished for him. “Whether you remember your past or not, your connection to the Neverseen poses a threat we cannot ignore.”
Alvar’s shoulders slumped.
“But,” Emery added, and the whole room seemed to suck in a breath, “your current imprisonment also creates quite the conundrum.”
Fitz’s hand shook and Sophie tightened her hold, twining her gloved fingers with his as Councillor Emery closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.
Ro leaned down and whispered to Keefe, “Settle in for a long debate, Betting Boy. And get ready to prance around school in our tiniest armor.”
But Emery stood, pacing twice along the platform before pausing to face Alvar. “I’ll admit, none of us are entirely comfortable with what I’m about to say—but we’re also not willing to issue a sentence while there are so many uncertain variables.”
“WHAT?” Fitz blurted, jumping to his feet.
“We understand that this is an emotionally challenging situation for you,” Emery told Fitz. “That’s why I’m tolerating your interruptions. But surely you can agree that the primary goal of any punishment must be to prevent further crimes from being committed. And we cannot determine what’s necessary for your brother in that regard until we discover who he is now. We need to witness how he interacts with others and study how he behaves in ordinary situations—which cannot happen in his isolated cell. But since we can’t trust him either, we must move him to an environment where we can keep him constantly monitored and separated from our larger world while still providing ample opportunities for us to take his measure.”
Sophie noticed the total lack of surprise on Alden’s and Della’s faces the same moment she realized that this was why she’d been invited for moral support.
A quick glance at Keefe told her he’d come to the same conclusion.
So neither of them gasped with the rest of the crowd when Emery announced the Council’s decision. But she still felt a sour wave of dread wash through her when he said, “For the next six months, Alvar will be returning to Everglen.”
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I LOVE THIS SERIES HGJVDEEGY
So Excited!!!! Team Foster-Keefe forever
I finished this book in a day! Really love/hate the cliffhanger at the end. Really Shannon messenger did you have to do that?!!
All of the Keeper books have been amazing so far, but this one has to be one of the best. The world Shannon Messenger has built is truly one of a kind, and this series has moved far, far out of the conventions of children's fantasy.
I have enjoyed all of the keeper books. This one did not disappoint. But i really hate/love the cliffhanger endings. Having to wait for the next book is almost painful, but it also builds anticipation for the next wild ride. All the twist and turns and emotional ups and downs flow at a pace that never leaves you bored. All of the characters are so well developed i wish i could meet them in real life. A really excellent series!
Best book ever!! I finished it last night, and holy cow it was quite the rollercoaster of emotion. I love this book with all my heart, and while I'm dying to read the next one, I think I'm one of the few people who actually CAN wait because I trust Shannon Messenger to make it good! No revenge necessary! The cliffhanger is awesome, the Fitz story is awesome, the whole freakin' story is awesome. I fell in love with this series because Fitz and I are basically the same person (the short story only served to confirm that), and this book made me want to laugh, cry, squeal, and punch something all within 845 pages. If you haven't read this series, you need to. I personally love it more than anything, including Harry Potter. Outstanding job. The book wasn't at all like what I was expecting, but I love it all the same. Now I get to spend the next year rereading it a million times :)
This book is so good. Ends wih such a good cliff hanger(s)
As this book opens, Alvar's sentencing for his betrayal is about to happen. The entire Vacker family has assembled in the senate chambers, and Sophie and Keefe have been invited to be there as well. It becomes clear why when the sentence is read, and Alvar is sent to live with his parents and siblings, Sophie's friends Fitz and Biana. Both of Sophie's friends, but Fitz especially, don't trust their older brother and suspect a trick of some sort. But before Alvar's dwelling is even ready for him, Fitz and Sophie are attacked by the Neverseen, barely escaping with their lives. As they spend time recovering, they begin to wonder what their attack means in the group's long term plans. Can they figure it out? I waited longer than I wished to read this book because I needed to find time to read the 850 pages we get here. I did feel the pacing was a bit off at times, especially early on, but overall this is another strong book. We learn some things that will definitely advance the story in future books, and we get some great twists before we reach the climax. Plus, we are left with some nasty cliffhangers. Flashback comes to mean something else by the end of the book, so don't go into this expecting lots of time spent in the past, although the past does come into play as the book progresses. Once again, the characters are fun, and they provided some great laughs along the way. I felt like this was funnier than the last couple of books have been, and I enjoyed that aspect as well. Fans will definitely be glad they picked up the book. If you aren't a fan yet, it's best to go back to the beginning to fully understand everything that is happening here.
Best. Author. Ever. My daughter was had been waiting for this book to be released, and it did not disappoint. In fact, she's ready reread the entire series. Shannon Messenger is her favorite author, and I love how this series has cemented her love for reading.
I am a huge fan of this series, and this book was pretty much the best one. It had action, friendship, and romance, and left me very upset (in a good way, if that’s possible ;P) at the end. MUST HAVE MORE! Can’t wait for book 8! P.S, Dex is the best (? ?? ?)
I very much love this book. Personally, there's nothing in the book that bothers me per se, however I did notice a couple problems. Although I understand why, most of the book takes place in one setting without a lot of action. That being said, despite the lack of action and scenery change, I think that Shannon Messenger did an excellent job at still making the story interesting. Shannon somehow made a very boring thing not boring, and managed to keep it connected to the rest of the story. The other problem I saw, which to me isn't a big deal at all, is that there were noticeably moments in the book where a chunk of time was just skipped and I wish there had been a bit more detail for those gaps of time that were skipped over, but it's also understandable why Shannon did that--Flashback is LONG! It's the longest book in the series so far, and if she detailed anymore than she already had, I'm not quite sure the book could hold together! Jokes aside, I believe this book is amazing, and I would give it 5 stars, but nothing is perfect, so to give a more accurate answer I'm giving the book 5 stars. Everybody makes mistakes, and depending on the person viewing them, the problems can be seen as huge or minimal. I'm leaving that last star up to you to judge if the mistakes bother you or not (and because I believe Shannon will just keep impressing us with new amazing content). Side note, some people also had problems with the ship moments. Again, those personally didn't bother me (I love romance, and I love the ship), but that might also be a factor if you don't want gushy cute stuff-- or if you do. I think most of the people who had a problem with it just had a problem with it because they didn't like the ship. Or they were upset with some of the actions of one the characters, but that's not bad writing that's just the character.
I finished reading Flashback yesterday, and I have to say I was very disappointed, especially since I liked the other books so well. Which is unfortunate because I REALLY tried and wanted to like this book. SPOILERS AHEAD! One thing that I liked was that the beginning immediately addressed the cliffhanger from Nightfall, which was a good start. But after that I instantly became bored when Sophie and Fitz ended up in the Healing Center for the following 300 pages after they got seriously injured in the fight with the Neverseen. It was a super slow start and not a very good way to set up the rest of the book. A lot of the stuff that happened in there could have easily been addressed while they were attending Foxfire or at Havenfield. Another thing I did't like was how little attention some of the other characters gt throughout the book. We barely saw Biana, Dex, Linh, and Marella at all. We did get to see more of Wylie and Tam, but their interactions with Sophie were limited and it felt like they were more part of the background. Although we saw Keefe more than the others, Sophie mostly forgot about him after she and Fitz became a thing, which was incredibly frustrating considering the solid relationship the two had built up over the previous books. Fitz was the only one we saw a lot of, and though I was happy to see more of his character, I didn't like that Messenger felt like she had to put significantly less focus on the other characters in order for that to happen. The plot with this book was also an issue, I still have no idea where this series is going and nothing big seemed to be accomplished in the 842 pages of the book. I'm becoming increasingly bored with the series because of the fact that we still don't know the Neverseen's motivation after SEVEN LONG BOOKS, and we don't know the purpose of the Black Swan either, plus another thousand little plot holes that need to be addressed at some point. The final thing that I'm going to mention is my frustration about Sophie's obliviousness to Keefe's feelings for her. With Dex she ignored his feelings because she didn't want to ruin their friendship, with Fitz she talked herself out of him liking her because she didn't want to get her hopes up. With Keefe she genuinely noticed nothing, even though she should have at least picked up that something wasn't right with him when he found out Sophie and Fitz became an actual thing. Especially since her character is supposed to be super perceptive and she know Keefe hides behind jokes and teasing when something's up with him. Plus, the way Sophitz happened just seemed weird to me. Like, they almost kiss and now suddenly they're a thing? I think it could have been handled much better, especially since we haven't really seen much relationship growth between the two of them since Neverseen. There should have been more build up for them, even though I think, (and hope) that Sokeefe will end up being canon, Messenger should have made the build up for Sophie and Fitz more solid, and made the part where they unofficially/officially became a thing a bit clearer and better. I really hope book 8 gives us a LOT more answers than this one did and I hope its much better than this.
Total letdown! "Flashback" was one of the books I looked forward to reading the most. I had high expectations for this story and I was eager to read what would happen next to Sophie and her friends. The plot development was slow and repetitive. There was no clear climax in the story. I felt as though there were many unnecessary tiny conflicts. I was not sure what to feel at the end of the book. For most of the book, Sophie and Fitz were healing while in the infirmary. Nothing happens in this period of time. The readers are forced to sit through around 400 plus pages of awkward conversations between Sophie and the other characters. There is little to nothing that indicates movement in the story. All conversations revert back to the fact that they have no clue how to stop the enemy. All of the work that they did in the previous books turns out to be useless. Total letdown! "Flashback" was one of the books I looked forward to reading the most. I had high expectations for this story and I was eager to read what would happen next to Sophie and her friends. However, the plot development was slow and repetitive. Disappointingly, there was no clear climax in the story. I felt as though there were many unnecessary tiny conflicts. There were so many ups and down that I was not sure what to feel at the end of the book. For most of the book, Sophie and Fitz were healing while in the infirmary. The readers are forced to sit through around 400 plus pages of awkward conversations between Sophie and the other characters. The main characters the book is focused on are Sophie and Fitz. The other characters are faded into the background of the story. When they are brought into the focus, they don't have a significant role and seem to be unnecessary fillers. The plot seems stagnant and lacks movement or flow in the story. All conversations revert back to the fact that they cannot fathom a way to stop the enemy. All of the progress accomplished in the previous books becomes useless. Based off of the past books in the series, I expected this to be in the genres of adventure, fiction, and romance. The author is normally very good at balancing out all aspects of the genres. Thus, making it a series that anyone can read. However, this book changes all of that. The book "Flashback" can still be categorized as fiction, adventure, and romance. Unfortunately, all the elements of the genres remain unbalanced. I felt as though the adventure and fiction parts of the book were overpowered by the attempt to include romance. An example of this is when Sophie and Fitz are in the infirmary, they are so focused on their feelings towards one another, that they ignore the real problem ahead of them. This causes their enemies to be able to get the upper hand. The author was too focused on Sophie and Fitz. By doing this, the other characters had little to no meaningful role in the book. Overall, I thought the book was a disappointment compared to the rest of the series. If only the book was shorter and faster paced, then it could have been much more enjoyable. It was tedious and repetitive. I hope that book 8 answers all of the unanswered points that this book has left.
I LOVE KEEPER OF THE LIST CITIES
I really enjoyed this series. Can't wait for the next one. Always kept me reading for more.
This is the best book series I know of and will probably be my fave even when I'm older. I am just so excited about it. I can't wait to hear if makes another one after this one. I hope she does. Also go Team Foster-Keefe!!!
I have been waiting for this book for so long and it FINALLY CAME OUT!!! I preordered the book and knew i was not the only one, so I did NOT expect to get the book so soon after its release. THE BOOK GOT ME WORKED UP! I went through an extensive and scary rollercoaster and UGH the cliff hangers make me want to SCREAM! This book series is definitely one of my favorites and if you're a fan, you'll love it. Sophie is so grown up and the entire story in general has surely grown more mature from the first book.
My daughter, now 13, has been hooked (dare I say, obsessed) on the entire KOTLC Series for several years. She has turned countless friends into big fans as well. She loved this latest book and devoured it quickly. She is already dying for the next book... gonna be a long year of waiting!!! Kudos to the author. Been a great ride. Don't want it to end.
Wow this book was just wow. I’ve been reading KLC since it first came out and I’m still obsessed with it. First let me say that if you haven’t read this series you must!!! It’s incredible, both character devoloment and plot are well thought through, and the character development is just amazing, you see this girl Sophie and her friends just grow through out this series, especially Sophie. She grows a tremendous amount from start to present and I could say a lot more but I wouldn’t want to spoil it for anyone. It’s action packed and a lot of fun. In Flashback a lot happens, especially with team Fitzphie... you know what I mean. Honestly I wasn’t expecting that. I always felt like the Keefster would tell Sophie first, I wasn’t at all expecting Fitz. Also if you read the Keefe POV compared to the Fitz POV it’s defenate point for team Foster-Keefe. I’m pretty sure I know how this may end, but what I learned about this series is nothing is as it seems, so it may end well or really badly. Also the ending in this book that was just wow, totally not marking my calendar or anything for the next book hehe. *marks all of November for possible release dates for book 8* Oh and I’m also not for team Fitzphie I’m all for team Foster-Keefe! Long live Lord FunkyHair! And for those of you reading this you have no idea what I’m talking about, read it, you won’t be sorry :)
Four stars for the cliff hanger at the end
The two most important aspects of a book or movie for me are: an awesome plot and well developed, Likable characters. Ms. Messenger has created this amazing world with both plot and characters that are not only believable, but down to earth and inspiring. I'm still piecing together certain aspects of the overall plot...she hints at the Neverseen's motives and goals throughout the series, but I LOVE a challenge so I'm excited to see if what I've been thinking are accurate. Since Ms. Messenger is able to tell her story through a series instead of one book, she can use more time to develop her characters and the relationships between them, making them more of a team than a random bunch of characters thrown together, while still moving the plot along. I love this book because it is clean, yes there is some romance, but it's age appropriate for middle grades. Also she might hint that the characters are swearing, but she doesn't include swear words in her writing, which I LOVE because it's hard to find books for my children to read that are this clean. Sophie, the main character is what every strong willed girl could use as a role model. She's smart and is in control of herself and the choices that she makes, but she's not perfect. She makes mistakes and learns from them. She tries her best to do the right thing even when her choices seem daunting. She cares about others more than she cares about herself, which isn't very popular in society right now. She surrounds herself with friends that help rather than hinder her self esteem, an excellent thing for girls to think about considering how catty girls can be. Overall Flashback is a wonderful book that I thoroughly enjoyed reading and can't wait to share with my kids. There is action, friendship, teamwork, drama, and an overall sense of staying true to yourself and choosing to do the right thing over what is deemed popular. I can't wait for the next one.