The Double Life of Cassiel Roadnight. Jenny Valentine

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      First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Children’s Books in 2010

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      Source ISBN: 9780007283613

      Ebook Edition © August 2013 ISBN: 780007489305

      Version: 2015–04–01

DEDICATION

       For Maikki Ranger, my accidental twin.

      CONTENTS

       COVER

       TITLE PAGE

COPYRIGHT

DEDICATION

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

FIVE

SIX

SEVEN

EIGHT

       NINE

       TEN

       ELEVEN

       TWELVE

       THIRTEEN

       FOURTEEN

       FIFTEEN

       SIXTEEN

       SEVENTEEN

       EIGHTEEN

       NINETEEN

       TWENTY

       TWENTY-ONE

       TWENTY-TWO

       TWENTY-THREE

       TWENTY-FOUR

       KEEP READING

       ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

       ABOUT THE AUTHOR

       BOOKS BY JENNY VALENTINE

       ABOUT THE PUBLISHER

ONE

      I didn’t choose to be him. I didn’t pick Cassiel Roadnight out of a line-up of possible people who looked just like me. I just let it happen. I just wanted it to be true. That’s all I did wrong, at the beginning.

      I was in a hostel, a stop-off for impossible kids in east London somewhere. I’d been there a couple of days, walked in off the streets half-starved, because I had to. They were still trying to get hold of me. They were still trying to find out who I was.

      I wasn’t going to tell them.

      It was a tired place run by tired people. It smelled of cigarettes and floor polish and soup. They gave me old clothes, washed thin and mended and almost the right size. They asked me lots of questions in return for two meals and a dry place to sleep.

      I tried to be grateful, but I didn’t speak to them.

      They locked me in a storeroom for fighting. Hot and airless, СКАЧАТЬ