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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

Kane bit off his plan. He wasn’t ready to tell them about his past with Dean, which he barely understood himself. He wasn’t ready to remind them about the mysterious loom and its role in generating the reveries and attracting Poesy and nearly annihilating his life.

But then he saw their asking faces in the moonlight, and he saw they were the only things holding the darkness of the mill at bay. He realized that, as messy as their entrance had been, they had shown up for him after all. They each had arrived in their own way, choosing to chase the flame of his half-imagined hunches over the comfort of their own beds and the safety of their own dreaming.

Kane could almost feel his lost friendships, then, like shadows beneath the new friendships trying to form. So why was he protecting Dean, who vanished when Kane needed him the most?

“Do you remember,” Kane began, breathing deep, “how you said I was obsessed with finding the true source of the reveries? Well I did, in Maxine Osman’s reverie. It was that crown. It’s called the loom. It’s some kind of weapon that is leaking etherea like radiation, causing the reveries to mutate out of people. Poesy said that if we find it, we can stop the reveries. She thought maybe one of you had stolen it. That’s why I helped her.”

“No one stole your crown,” Ursula said. “That thing was awful. It nearly killed us.”

“And what about Dean?” Adeline asked in a clipped tone, pushing her question in front of Kane’s accusations. Once again he was sure she knew more than she let on.

“I think he’s here for the loom, too. I think he wants to use it, somehow.”

“And where does that leave you?” Adeline asked. “If you found that kind of power again, what would you do?”

Kane clenched his hands. “Knowing what I know now? Destroy it.”

Adeline lifted her chin, peering at him through the lens of this new fact. “Give me the whistle,” she said, her face unreadable.

Kane sagged. Maybe telling them the truth had cost him his chance tonight. Maybe he’d chosen wrong.

“Making a deal with Dean was a bad plan,” Adeline said as she took the whistle. “But it was the right idea. If what you say about Poesy is true, I’m guessing she needs our help in finding the loom, which means we’ve got leverage. And she clearly values your life. Let’s see if she’s open to negotiations.”

And she blew the whistle.

Kane’s mind stumbled. Bubbles of anxiety fizzed in his throat, filling him with the bright sting of excitement. Elliot and Ursula looked just as shocked.