COVER

DEDICATION

To Mom, Dad, Kyle, Louis, Amanda, & Everly, unconditionally.
To Grandma Florence, forever flo.

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This novel was written for two kinds of readers:
Those who love control and those who love to lose control.

So, go ahead, read every page like a novel straight through if you want;
this was written with you in mind.

However, if you really want the full experience, follow the interactive brick road and honor your choices while reading.

You might just find following the rules is the fastest way to break them…
Either way, this story now belongs to you.

INCLUDED IN THE back of the novel is a Reading Guide to help keep track of your most important decisions. You can easily read without using this guide, but it’s there for you if you need it.

Once your Reading Guide is complete, you can also use it to compile two Character and Tarot Personality Profiles. These determine what kind of reader you are and sort you into your unique tarot corner.

PART ONE

WANDERERS

CHAPTER ONE

AMELIA

SODA BUBBLES FIZZLE on my tongue and french fry salt coats my fingertips. Vintage Mariah plays on the stereo and white lines fly by underneath the van. There’s nothing around but steep mountains and open road and my three best friends in the whole world.

The next two weeks stretch ahead of us like a highway, the last two weeks before we all head off in different directions. The best two weeks of our lives, we promised. I can already feel how good it’s going to be now, just two hours in, with junk food in my gut and a sugar rush buzzing in my veins. With my eyes set on the vivid blue sky and the dry green brush, on the puffed white clouds slung above the red hills.

Blue and green, white and red. The colors of the tarot. Or at least the colors of this tarot, our most prized possession. I really shouldn’t be holding it with my fast-food fingers, but I want to keep it close. This tarot deck, well-worn and beloved, was the inspiration for our road trip. It contains multitudes: histories and memories, mysticism and mysteries—the exact kind we hope to solve on this trip.

“Amelia,” Chase says.

I know what he really means: Don’t touch the deck with grubby fingers. I may have inherited the cards from my grandma, but they mean just as much to Chase.

“Is that thing really going to beep for the entire trip?” Logan asks from the driver’s seat.

“That thing has a name,” Cleo answers from the front passenger side. “And Toky is our official trip mascot, so you should learn to love them now.”