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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 shoved Dean off him, nearly losing his balance on the girder. “Where is Poesy?”

“Her sanctuary. If she knew about the new reverie, she would have already summoned me, but she’ll be expecting me to return soon either way.”

“Can she enter without the whistle letting her in?”

“Yes, but the whistle is her shortcut.”

Did Adeline still have the whistle? Kane could barely think. There was no logic to any of this. It was all unreal, but it all mattered.

“Distract her. Make sure she doesn’t find out what’s going on. Teleport me to the reverie’s edge, but make sure you don’t get too close.”

Dean reached for Kane. “I can help you from the inside.”

“I don’t want your help inside,” Kane snapped, remembering the violence of the Dreadmare annihilating Helena’s precious creatures. He couldn’t subject Sophia to that pain. “I don’t want you anywhere close to my sister’s reverie. Or did you forget you’re still a nightmare?”

Dean pressed forward. “I’m not losing you again, Kane.”

Kane’s fury ignited. “This isn’t about me! It’s about my sister!” Kane choked on the words, on his regret. The last thing time he’d talked to Sophia was in that gas station, in front of the stupid blue Slurpee machine. “All you care about is what you lost.”

“You’re wrong,” Dean shouted back.

“And you’re nothing.”

It echoed out over the river, breaking the peaceful night. Kane breathed around the knot in his throat. “You’re nothing but Poesy’s pet nightmare. If you want to help me, get in Poesy’s way and get out of mine. I’m not running away from this.”

Resolve started in Dean’s eyes, smoothing him out as it passed through his long limbs, until he was back to the stoic, distant boy Kane had first met. He pulled the chess piece from his pocket and with a whisper it unwound into a silent storm of black ivy. The magic weaved over him, until the black-armored knight stood in his place.

This time, when the Dreadmare reached for Kane’s hand, Kane took it, grasping the smooth leather for half a breath before it flung him into the in-between and whatever lay beyond.

Kane walked into the reverie alone.

This time, when he came to, he was standing in a ragged breach carved into the side of ruined skyscraper. He swayed above a perilous drop of pure darkness. There was no one to keep him from falling, so he sunk down, held on tight, and faced the world Sophia had created.