Alphabet of Dreams

Alphabet of Dreams

by Susan Fletcher

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ISBN-13: 9781439115428
Publisher: Atheneum Books for Young Readers
Publication date: 10/18/2011
Sold by: SIMON & SCHUSTER
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 432
Sales rank: 662,567
File size: 3 MB
Age Range: 12 - 17 Years

About the Author

Susan Fletcher is the acclaimed author of Journey of the Pale Bear; as well as the Dragon Chronicles, composed of Dragon’s MilkFlight of the Dragon KynSign of the Dove, and Ancient, Strange, and Lovely; and the award-winning Alphabet of DreamsShadow SpinnerWalk Across the Sea, and Falcon in the Glass. Ms. Fletcher lives in Wilsonville, Oregon. Visit her at Susan Fletcher.com.

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Alphabet of Dreams


By Susan Fletcher

Ginne Seo Books

Copyright © 2006 Susan Fletcher
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0689850425

Chapter 1

Babak's Dream

When we lived in the City of the Dead, my brother dreamed mostly of food. Banquets he would have there, curled up on the stone floor among the ossuaries -- melons and olives, chickpeas and dates, lentils and bread. Even noble folks' food was not too fine for his dreams -- honeyed lemon peel and almonds, saffron-roasted flesh of lamb.

How did he know of such food, I used to wonder. Was it seeing it in the marketplace? Or does one's true nature bubble up and show itself in dreams? We'd ceased eating as nobles do three years before, when Babak was scarcely two.

Still, this dream food seemed to satisfy him someway. He did not wake weak and peevish with hunger, as I did. There was a kind of glow upon him while the aftertaste of nocturnal feasts suffused his face with joy.

"Sister!" he would say to me. "Such a dream I had. Roasted chickpeas! I ate till I nearly burst! And oranges, all peeled for me and sprinkled with leaves of mint. And warm rounds of bread with sesame seeds!"

But this talk of feasting only made me hungrier, crankier. "Move your feet, Babak," I would snap at last. I would drag him through the honeycombed cave passageways and out toward the gates of Rhagae.

"You can't eat dreams," I would say.

But I was wrong about that.Dreams can feed you, can send you on journeys to places beyond imagining.

I know this, because it happened to us.

"This way, Babak! Come!"

I snatched his hand and pulled him along the street as he veered toward a broken-winged pigeon that foundered in the dust, then yanked him away from some sobbing beggar woman he was drawn to, drying his tears, because of course he must cry too.

"She's nothing to you, Babak. Remember who you are!" We arrived at the head of the caravan as the first horseman passed the carpet weaver's market. "Look for Suren," I said, though now Babak had no need of instruction. His eyes, fastened on the passing travelers, were hungry with hope.

The swaying tassels, tinkling bells, and bright-woven saddlebags lent the caravan a festive air. Seemed to presage a celebration. A songbird trilled from its gilded cage, and a net filled with cooking pots clanked merrily. A camel-riding musician struck up a tune on a double-pipe; another shook a tambourine, filling the air with its gay, rhythmic jingle. Though I tried to fend it off, I too felt hope seeping into the chambers of my heart. I breathed it in with the dust that bloomed up from the animals' feet, with the smells of sweat, dung, and spices. A Magus, resplendent in his white cloak and tall cap, rode by astride a magnificent stallion. A lesser priest came behind, swinging a silver thurible that perfumed the air with smoke; another bore aloft the coals of the sacred fire in a brazier of hammered copper. I studied the others' faces as they passed -- the horse-archers; the attendants and servants; the camel drovers and donkey drovers; the musicians and entertainers; the pilgrims and merchants and grooms. I willed our brother Suren to be among them, to have attached himself to this caravan and returned to us.

But the last of the travelers passed, and no Suren.

I was reaching for Babak's hand to lead him away -- not wanting to look at him, not wanting to see what was gone from his eyes -- when I noticed a jostling up ahead, by the fruit seller's market. There was shouting, and cursing, and an exchange of blows -- a circumstance made in heaven for us. "Move your feet, Babak!" I said. In a trice I had slipped three pomegranates beneath the folds of my tunic and stripped a sack of dates from a fair-haired Scythian nomad with blue tattoos. The fracas suddenly veered in our direction; the Scythian stumbled, fell, flattened Babak beneath him.

It was then, I now realize -- when Babak was pinned beneath the Scythian, when I was kicking the Scythian's back to get him to move -- that the man's fur cap fell off. Babak must have tucked it into his sash.

That night, back in the City of the Dead, Babak pillowed his head on lynx fur and dreamed -- not of food, but of a birth. A happy occasion. A boy. He recognized the Scythian in the dream. Someone bringing him the baby, settling it in his arms. Someone saying, "Father." Babak dreamed the dream, he told me, as if the Scythian himself were dreaming it.

By chance, we caught sight of the man near the rope makers' market the next day and, before I could stop him, Babak sang out, "A boy! It will be a boy! A healthy boy!"

"Hsst!" I said, and snatched up Babak's hand, and ducked behind a donkey, behind a spice merchant, behind a crumbling wall, and tried to lose ourselves in the crowd before the Scythian could catch us.

But he did.

As it happened, the Scythian didn't recognize Babak from the day before. As it happened, the stolen cap and dates were the last things on his mind. As it happened, he was hoping for tidings -- though not from a marketplace waif.

As it happened, his wife was expecting a child.

This dream of my brother's was a good omen, he said, when he had pried it from us. Then he handed Babak a copper. With which we bought food -- something I had never done in all the fourteen years of my life.



Continues...


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Alphabet of Dreams 3.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 11 reviews.
KathleenFeeney on LibraryThing 19 days ago
beautifully written. wonderful detail of Persia at the time... sympathetic characters and surprisingly easy to identify with. I was mesmerized
mmillet on LibraryThing 19 days ago
This book was really great. Mitra was a great sympathetic narrator and I really enjoyed learning more about ancient Persian culture. I did give it four stars because at times she became a little obsessed with whether or not certain young men thought she was a boy or a girl (she's really a girl hiding as a boy). Most of all I loved how the Magi were portrayed, each with a distinctive personality and each taking something from the miraculous meeting with the infant-king-to-be. Good read.
JRlibrary on LibraryThing 19 days ago
Mitra a.k.a. Ramin (her boy name) looks after her little brother Babak ever since their older brother, Surin, left. She discovers that Babak has a talent for dreaming, and she sells his talent so they can survive. They try to find their older brother, but in the meantime are used by the Magus. An interesting but challenging read. I'd recommend it for girls.
sara_k on LibraryThing 19 days ago
Alphabet of Dreams by Susan Fletcher - Mitra and her little brother are refugees hiding from the King. Their crime is that their father plotted against the King. They huddle in caves by night and beg or steal in the city during the day. Mitra is shocked to find that her brother can dream truth for people if he sleeps with an item of theirs against his body. With the help of another beggar, she finds a way to make some money out of the talent. Things seem to be looking up as Mitra and Babak have enough to eat and are able to start some savings but trouble comes when not only do the King's officers come close to finding them but their beggar aide sells Babak to a magi. Mitra sets out to find Babak; she disguises herself as a boy since both her people and the Magi have gender taboos.There are many adventures, friendship, bad choices, and worry as Mitra and the Magi follow the bright star in the sky.
PatriciaUttaro on LibraryThing 19 days ago
Alphabet of Dreams by Susan Fletcher - I'm a sucker for well-known stories re-told from a different perspective, Wicked by Gregory Maguire being one of my favorites along with books by Donna Jo Napoli, so Fletcher's novel caught my attention right away. As a former Catholic school girl, I know the New Testament story of the Three Magi pretty well, but Fletcher tells the story from the perspective of a Persian princess reduced to living in caves and stealing food after her family is slaughtered by her father's enemies. Mitra discovers quite by accident that her little brother, Babek, can dream other people's dreams, a skill that brings him to the attention of the Magus Melchior. Mitra and Babek journey to Bethlehem with Melchior and two other Magi to witness the birth of Christ, enduring all sorts of hardships and learning a thing or two about family in the process. I really liked Mitra -- as my grandmother used to day, she has pluck! --and I found Babek's gift fascinating and a little scary. The characters are well-drawn, especially the three Magi and the bodyguard who keeps Mitra and Babek safe. A lovely story all around...
mandolin82 on LibraryThing 19 days ago
Read for book club. Pleasant book for teens, nicely written, interesting info. A story set with the Three Wisemen. Relatively predictable.
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The story of the three wise men has always intrigued me. I loved the twist that Fletcher put on the story. It caused me to reflect, and also want to start building my own theories. It was a wonderful story that I have made many recommendations for. It was well written and touching.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Susan Fletcher¿s Alphabet of Dreams has great potential, but simply cannot live up to its predecessor, The Dragon Chronicles. Alphabet of Dreams tells the story of two siblings separated from their royal parents and brother. Set in Ancient Persia on the road to Jerusalem, Mitra, a 14 year-old girl who tries to escape her captors, cure her sick brother, and find her lost brother. Fletcher¿s Alphabet has a strong beginning, starting with a tale of treachery and supernatural powers, but readers will quickly lose interest with the dull storyline, which features Mitra, constantly worrying about her family and regaining her royal status. The majority of the book revolves on Mitra, complaining about her family and other troubles. Only in the end does the story get more interesting, but by that time readers will have lost interest in Fletcher¿s story.
Guest More than 1 year ago
It may help if you know this is about the gathering of the three wise men, or Magi, who seek the newborn Jesus under the miracle star, but I don't think it's essential. What matters is that Mitra/Ramin and her little brother Babak are on the run from the king's assassins who killed their noble family. Mitra is pretending to be male Ramin to move about in their Persian society, where she must beg and steal for their food. Babak has begun to have dreams of the future when he sleeps with a piece of someone's clothing. Word gets out, of course. Magus Melchior sweeps up Mitra/Ramin and Babak. He doesn't seem to care or notice that the dreams he demands are making the little boy sick. Mitra hopes Babak's dreams will earn enough money to go to a city where she hopes they will find what's left of their family, and return to their old, wealthy lifestyle. In their journey west, collecting the other two wise kings as Babak dreams and drifts into the dream world, Mitra learns that they have enemies, that her old world may be gone for good, and that she has to decide what's really important. I found Mitra's insistence on her old life, when I thought it was clear that life was gone, annoying. Just when I was ready to lose patience with her, she'd be kind to her brother or to one of the ungrateful, ugly animals she encounters. She's a brave girl in a hard world, with a lot of tough decisions to make, and no way of knowing who to trust. Susan Fletcher is always very realistic. She does no cotton candy happy endings, but satisfying ones that make sense. They're believable. This is not prettied-up Bible story, but a genuine tale about actual people.