Map of Flames (The Forgotten Five, Book 1) Hardcover – February 22, 2022 by Lisa McMann

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Author: McMann Lisa

Color: Multicolor

Package Dimensions: 25x210x517

Number Of Pages: 384

Release Date: 22-02-2022

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X-Men meets Ocean’s Eleven in the new middle-grade series from the New York Times bestselling author, Lisa McMann (The Unwanteds).

Fifteen years ago, eight supernatural criminals fled Estero City to make a new life in an isolated tropical hideout. Over time, seven of them disappeared without a trace, presumed captured or killed. And now, the remaining one has died.

Left behind to fend for themselves are the criminals’ five children, each with superpowers of their own: Birdie can communicate with animals. Brix has athletic abilities and can heal quickly. Tenner can swim like a fish and can see in the dark and hear from a distance. Seven’s skin camouflages to match whatever is around him. Cabot hasn’t shown signs of any unusual power—yet.

Then one day Birdie finds a map among her father’s things that leads to a secret stash. There is also a note:

Go to Estero, find your mother,
and give her the map.

The five have lived their entire lives in isolation. What would it mean to follow the map to a strange world full of things they’ve only heard about, like cell phones, cars, and electricity? A world where, thanks to their parents, being supernatural is a crime?
Review
Praise for
Map of Flames
:

“Supernaturally cool.”
—Kirkus Reviews
About the Author
Lisa McMann is the
New York Times and
USA Today bestselling author of dozens of books, including The Unwanteds series, the Wake trilogy, and her most recent novel,
Clarice the Brave. She is married to fellow writer, Matt McMann, and they have two adult children—her son is artist Kilian McMann and her daughter is actor Kennedy McMann. Lisa spends most of her time in Arizona, California, and Vancouver, British Columbia, and loves to cook, read, and watch reality TV. You can visit Lisa at lisamcmann.com or follow her on Twitter and Instagram @lisa_mcmann.
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
The Last Words
Birdie Golden’s fingers were still stained with dirt from digging her father’s grave. Tears smudged her cheeks.
“When I’m gone,” he’d whispered to her, “look through my crate. I’ve left you . . .” His fingertips had sparked one last time and gone out, leaving them charcoal-­tinged and lifeless. His labored breathing had slowed, and he’d closed his eyes.
Left her what? Or maybe he’d just . . . you know. Left her. “Dad?” Her chest had tightened. She’d squeezed his hand. “Dad?”
A moment later, his eyes had fluttered. “Find your mother,” he’d said with a gasp. “Tell her . . . I did my best.” And then he’d died.
Birdie hadn’t expected him to say anything like that. Her mind had been churning the words around ever since. Through the digging. The funeral. And the burying. Today’s glorious sunshine hadn’t penetrated the numbness. Not even the call of the gray whale. Only those words: Find your mother.
Birdie would check Dad’s crate in the morning. But tonight, she left their cabin and headed for the fire pit with her ten-­year-­old brother, Brix, who was bouncing—­not joyfully—­by her side, and her tiny pig trotting behind. Only the five kids remained in the hideout built by their supernatural criminal parents. Forgotten and alone. And they had a lot to talk about.
Tradition
Tenner Cordoba scraped the last serving of fish from the skillet onto his plate as the other four ate around the tree-­stump table. The wind picked up, rustling the thick trees, and the surf pounded the shore at high tide. An animal howled far away. Tenner turned sharply toward the noise, narrowing his eyes.
Puerco, Birdie’s pig, stirred uneasily. Shh, Birdie said with her mind, and Puerco settled down.
At the far end of the table was Seven Palacio. He was thirteen like Tenner and Birdie and sat camouflaged by shadows and the black parachute-­fabric clothes he wore. Next to him, Cabot Stone, eleven-­going-­on-­thirty, ran a hand over her buzz-­cut hair and cast a worried glance at Brix to see how he was holding up. He’d stopped cryin