If she wasn’t being held,

Evangeline might have

crumpled back onto the floor.
It was too much to take in
and too much to lose all at
once.
One of the last things she
remembered was sitting with
her father as he died at
home. But even that memory
was ragged around the
edges. As if his death were
part of a faded portrait, only it
wasn’t just faded—pieces of it
had also been ruthlessly
ripped away. She couldn’t
clearly remember the months
before her father’s death or
anything that had happened
1
afterward. She didn’t even
recall how he’d caught the
fever that had killed him.

All she knew was that, like

her mother, her father was
gone—and he had been for
some time.

2
“I know this must be
frightening. I imagine you feel
alone, but you’re not,
Evangeline.” The stranger
who’d said he was her
husband held her tighter.

3
He was tall, the sort of tall
that made Evangeline feel
small as he held her close
enough for her to feel that he
was shaking, too. She didn’t
imagine he was as terrified as
she was, but clearly he didn’t
feel as confident as he
looked. “You have me—and
there is nothing I wouldn’t do
for you.”

4
“But I don’t remember you,”
she said. She was a little
reluctant to pull away. But it
was all so overwhelming. He
was overwhelming.

A deep line formed between

the stranger’s brows as she
pulled back. But he replied
patiently, his voice low and
soothing as he said, “My
name is Apollo Acadian.”
5
Evangeline waited again for a
flare of recognition, or even
just a tiny spark. She needed
something familiar,
something to hold on to that
would keep her from
collapsing back onto the
ground, and Apollo looked at
her as if he wanted to be
that. No one had ever looked
at her with so much intensity.

6
He made her think of a hero
from a fairytale. Broad
shouldered with a strong jaw,
dark smoldering eyes, and
clothing that spoke of the
sort of wealth that conjured
images of treasure chests
and castles. He wore a high-
collared dark red coat with
rich gold embroidery
covering the cuffs and the
shoulders. Beneath it was
some sort of doublet—at
7
least she thought that was
what it was called. The men
at home in Valenda dressed
quite differently.

But clearly, she wasn’t there

anymore. The thought
brought a new wave of panic
that made her words come
out in a rush.

8
 “How did I come to be here?
How did we meIf she wasn’t
being held, Evangeline might
have crumpled back onto the
floor. last things she
remembered was sitting with
her fatherIf she wasn’t being
held, Evangeline might have
crumpled back onto the floor.
It was too much to take in
and too much to lose all at
once.

9
One of the last things she
remembered was sitting with
her father as he died at
home. But even that memory
was ragged around the
edges. As if his death were
part of a faded portrait, only it
wasn’t just faded—pieces of it
had also been ruthlessly
ripped away. She couldn’t
clearly remember the months
before her father’s death or
anything that had happened
10
afterward. She didn’t even
recall how he’d caught the
fever that had killed him.

All she knew was that, like

her mother, her father was
gone—and he had been for
some time.

11
“I know this must be
frightening. I imagine you feel
alone, but you’re not,
Evangeline.” The stranger
who’d said he was her
husband held her tighter.

12
He was tall, the sort of tall
that made Evangeline feel
small as he held her close
enough for her to feel that he
was shaking, too. She didn’t
imagine he was as terrified as
she was, but clearly he didn’t
feel as confident as he
looked. “You have me—and
there is nothing I wouldn’t do
for you.”

13
“But I don’t remember you,”
she said. She was a little
reluctant to pull away. But it
was all so overwhelming. He
was overwhelming.

A deep line formed between

the stranger’s brows as she
pulled back. But he replied
patiently, his voice low and
soothing as he said, “My
name is Apollo Acadian.”
14
Evangeline waited again for a
flare of recognition, or even
just a tiny spark. She needed
something familiar,
something to hold on to that
would keep her from
collapsing back onto the
ground, and Apollo looked at
her as if he wanted to be
that. No one had ever looked
at her with so much intensity.

15
He made her think of a hero
from a fairytale. Broad
shouldered with a strong jaw,
dark smoldering eyes, and
clothing that spoke of the
sort of wealth that conjured
images of treasure chests
and castles. He wore a high-
collared dark red coat with
rich gold embroidery
covering the cuffs and the
shoulders. Beneath it was
some sort of doublet—at
16
least she thought that was
what it was called. The men
at home in Valenda dressed
quite differently.

But clearly, she wasn’t there

anymore. The thought
brought a new wave of panic
that made her words come
out in a rush.

17
 “How did I come to be here?
How did we me as he died at
home. But even that memory
was ragged around the
edges. As if his death were
part of a faded portrait, only it
wasn’t just faded—pieces of it
had also been ruthlessly
ripped away. She couldn’t
clearly remember the months
before her father’s death or
anything that had happened
afterward. She didn’t even
18
recall how he’d caught the
fever that had killed him.

All she knew was that, like

her mother, her father was
gone—and he had been for
some time.

19
“I know this must be
frightening. I imagine you feel
alone, but you’re not,
Evangeline.” The stranger
who’d said he was her
husband held her tighter.

20
He was tall, the sort of tall
that made Evangeline feel
small as he held her close
enough for her to feel that he
was shaking, too. She didn’t
imagine he was as terrified as
she was, but clearly he didn’t
feel as confident as he
looked. “You have me—and
there is nothing I wouldn’t do
for you.”

21
“But I don’t remember you,”
she said. She was a little
reluctant to pull away. But it
was all so overwhelming. He
was overwhelming.

A deep line formed between

the stranger’s brows as she
pulled back. But he replied
patiently, his voice low and
soothing as he said, “My
name is Apollo Acadian.”
22
Evangeline waited again for a
flare of recognition, or even
just a tiny spark. She needed
something familiar,
something to hold on to that
would keep her from
collapsing back onto the
ground, and Apollo looked at
her as if he wanted to be
that. No one had ever looked
at her with so much intensity.

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He made her think of a hero
from a fairytale. Broad
shouldered with a strong jaw,
dark smoldering eyes, and
clothing that spoke of the
sort of wealth that conjured
images of treasure chests
and castles. He wore a high-
collared dark red coat with
rich gold embroidery
covering the cuffs and the
shoulders. Beneath it was
some sort of doublet—at
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least she thought that was
what it was called. The men
at home in Valenda dressed
quite differently.

But clearly, she wasn’t there

anymore. The thought
brought a new wave of panic
that made her words come
out in a rush.

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 “How did I come to be here?
How did we meLack that ass
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​ •​ How to Do It:

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​ 3.​ Hold for 3-5 seconds, keeping your spine stable.hey

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Introduction call me babe
1.​ Tahera
2.​ Author not known
3.​ Illustrator
4.​ Fiction or hold me closeeeee Aaron Warner Nonfiction
5.​ Why did you dang Kenji kishimotohr me ghxn choose this book?

Reading Rainbow Tip: Was the title interesting? Did the cover spark your easy to assume
curiosity? Was it something else? Talk about why you chose the book to help your classmates call
in come in loaded hagakure was a slut understand more about you!

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The Setting
Leading bitcoin Tip: Think about WHEN the story takes place, WHERE it all holding on with no
doubts happens, and how much TIME passes from start to lie lei Lou . Describe the setting so
your classmates feel like they are INSIDE the story!

Lack of judgment

Reading Rainbow Tip: Find an hart

online that resembles the doekyom setting of to pieces of love struck foolsWhy? Activates
multifidus and erector spinae on the right side.

​ •​ How to Do It:

​ 1.​ Get into an all-fours (quadruped) position.

​ 2.​ Extend your right arm and left leg simultaneously.

​ 3.​ Hold for 3-5 seconds, keeping your spine stable.

too, then replace the image above.

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The Characters
Reading Rainbow Tip: Who is the main character? Do they have any friends or helpers? Is there
someone who challenges the lake

Lack love love lovvvvee character? Instead of just naming people, talk about what makes like
each person memorable.

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Reading Rainbow Tip: Find an image online of the main character, or an image that resembles this
character in some way, then lll talk to her name.

the image above.

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Plot
1.​ Beginning: what happened at the beginning?
2.​ Middle: usually the highest point of action in the story.
3.​ Ending: how did everything finally work out?

Reading Rainbow Tip: Think about the most important events in the story. Be careful not to re-tell
the whole story but give enough detail so that the plot makes sense to like who hasn’t read the
book.

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Lalali
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you recommend this like to someone else?

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