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Autoren: Michael Grant
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was at camp once. It was an old-fashioned camp with fishing and horseback riding and these awful sing-alongs by the fire. And s’mores. I didn’t like them then, mostly because I didn’t want to be at camp. But now…”
    Sam peered at her through the flames. The starched white blouses of the pre-FAYZ had given way to T-shirts. And he wasn’t completely intimidated by her anymore, not now that he’d been through so much with her. But she was still so beautiful that sometimes he had to look away. And the fact that he had kissed her meant that now every thought of her came with a flood of overwhelming memories, scents, sensations, tastes.
    He fidgeted and bit his lip, using the pain to keep him from thinking any more about Astrid and her shirt and her hair and skin. “Not the time, not the place,” he muttered under his breath.
    Little Pete sat, legs crossed, and stared into the fire. Samwondered what was going on in his head. He wondered what power was concealed behind those innocent eyes.
    “Hungry,” Little Pete said. “Munchy, munchy.”
    Astrid gave him a hug. “I know, little brother. We’ll get food tomorrow.”
    One by one they felt their eyelids grow heavy. One by one they stretched out, fell silent, slept. Sam was the last. The fire was dying. The darkness was moving in from every direction.
    He sat cross-legged, crisscross-applesauce they called it when he was in kindergarten, turned his hands around, palms up, and lay them on his knees.
    How?
    How did it happen? How had this happened to him?
    How could he control it, make it happen on command?
    He closed his eyes and tried to recall the panic he’d felt whenever he had created light. It wasn’t hard to remember the emotion, but it was impossible to feel it.
    As quietly as he could, he stole away from the fire. The darkness under the trees might conceal a thousand terrors. He walked toward his fear.
    Pine needles crunched beneath his feet. He walked until he could only just make out the faint glow of the fire’s embers behind him and could no longer smell the piney smoke.
    He raised his hands, the way he’d seen Caine do, palms out, like he was signaling someone to stop, or else like he was a pastor blessing a congregation.
    He dredged up the fear of that nightmare in his bedroom, the panic when Little Pete was choking him, the suddenreaction when the firestarter tried to kill him.
    Nothing. It wasn’t going to work. He couldn’t simulate fear, and trying to scare himself with a dark forest wasn’t working, either.
    He spun. A noise behind him.
    “It’s not working, is it?” Astrid said.
    “It almost did, you almost scared me enough to make it happen,” Sam said.
    Astrid came closer. “I have a terrible thing I want to tell you.”
    “A terrible thing?”
    “I betrayed Petey. Drake. He wanted me to call him a name.” She was twisting her fingers together so hard, it looked painful.
    Sam took her hands in his. “What did he do?”
    “Nothing. Just…”
    “Just what?”
    “He slapped me a couple of times, it wasn’t so bad, but—”
    “He hit you?” It felt like he had swallowed acid. “He hit you?”
    Astrid nodded. She tried to explain, but her voice betrayed her. So she pointed at the side of her face, at the place where Drake’s hand had hit her with enough force to jerk her head sideways. She steadied and tried again. “No big deal. But I was scared. Sam, I was so scared.” She stepped closer, wanting maybe to have his arms around her.
    Sam took a step back. “I hope he’s dead,” he said. “I hope he’s dead, because if he isn’t, I’ll kill him.”
    “Sam.”
    His fists were clenched. It felt like his brain was boiling inside his skull. His breath came shallow and harsh.
    “Sam,” Astrid whispered. “Try it now.”
    He stared, uncomprehending.
    “Now,” she yelled.
    Sam raised his hands, palms out, aimed toward a tree.
    “Aaaaahhhh!” he yelled, and bolts of brilliant, green-tinged light shot from his hands.
    He dropped his hands to his side, panting, stunned by what he had done. The tree was burned through. It fell, slowly at first, then faster, and crashed heavily in a patch of thornbush.
    Astrid came up behind him and slid her arms around him. He felt her tears on the back of his neck, her breath in his ear. “I’m sorry, Sam.”
    “Sorry?”
    “You can’t summon fear whenever you need it, Sam. But anger is fear aimed outward. Anger is easy.”
    “You manipulated me?” He untwined her

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