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Chapters (53)
  1. Front Cover
  2. Letter from the Author
  3. Title Page
  4. Copyright
  5. Contents
  6. • One •
  7. • Two •
  8. • Three •
  9. • Four •
  10. • Five •
  11. • Six •
  12. • Seven •
  13. • Eight •
  14. • Nine •
  15. • Ten •
  16. • Eleven •
  17. • Twelve •
  18. • Thirteen •
  19. • Fourteen •
  20. • Fifteen •
  21. • Sixteen •
  22. • Seventeen •
  23. • Eighteen •
  24. • Nineteen •
  25. • Twenty •
  26. • Twenty-One •
  27. • Twenty-Two •
  28. • Twenty-Three •
  29. • Twenty-Four •
  30. • Twenty-Five •
  31. • Twenty-Six •
  32. • Twenty-Seven •
  33. • Twenty-Eight •
  34. • Twenty-Nine •
  35. • Thirty •
  36. • Thirty-One •
  37. • Thirty-Two •
  38. • Thirty-Three •
  39. • Thirty-Four •
  40. • Thirty-Five •
  41. • Thirty-Six •
  42. • Thirty-Seven •
  43. • Thirty-Eight •
  44. • ∞ •
  45. • Thirty-Nine •
  46. • Forty •
  47. Epilogue
  48. Acknowledgments
  49. Excerpt from Be Dazzled
  50. One
  51. Two
  52. About the Author
  53. Back Cover

“The loom.” Dean wrapped his long arms around his narrow frame. “I thought that if we found it, we could be free together. But I was wrong.”

“Free from what?”

Dean circled Kane. Before he left the stage, he turned.

“You and the Others were never supposed to find out about me. Those were my orders. But I thought you were worth breaking every rule for, and I thought you’d do the same for me. I was wrong.”

Kane didn’t understand what Dean had said, but he knew enough about heartbreak to know what he meant. Kane had left him behind in a horrible way. For the loom? For power?

Dean pulled something from his jacket and tossed it to Kane.

“Here, this is yours.”

Kane had caught a book. The Witches by Roald Dahl. Hadn’t he lost this, recently? Yes. But where? The path. When he was being chased by the Dreadmare.

“Where did you get this?” Kane asked.

“Found it. I’ve been looking for a chance to give it back.”

Kane flipped through it. Nowhere had he written his name in this book, but he knew it was his by the way it fit in his hand, and the dog-eared page he’d last left off, and the worn spine from all the times he’d lost himself within it.

Dean said, “I read it. I can see why you love it. You should try a little harder to hold on to the things you love.”

He left. Kane peered at the shadows that had folded over him. He didn’t know what had just happened, but he knew it was important. And he knew that Dean had given him more than a book. He’d thrown Kane a key.

Kane waited to see what it would unlock within him. Waited, like he had waited in the river, among the bishop’s-weed and silvery fish and swirling pollen.

Sure enough, something clicked.

• Twenty-Four •

Hunches

The St. Agnes Center for the Arts—or as Sophia and Adeline called it, the conservatory—was all right angles, stone, and glass. It was newer than the rest of the campus, and good thing. So much discordant music filled its hallways in the late afternoon that Kane imagined the previous building, which was probably an old Victorian like many on the St. Agnes campus, had vibrated apart.

Elliot had driven Ursula and Kane over. They were meeting Adeline, who refused to skip ballet unless there were, “urgent, ethereal catastrophes afoot.” An emergency meeting called by Kane was evidently not an urgent, ethereal catastrophe, so they were here waiting for her break. She’d only have a few minutes.