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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

Dean found Kane’s hand, pressing something into it. Kane recognized the bite of cold metal.

“Poesy is strong because of the weapons she wields,” Dean said. “But you’re strong on your own. I’m scared to imagine what you could do with an arsenal like hers. But please, don’t kill her.”

Kane looked at what Dean had given him: Poesy’s bracelet of charms, torn from her arm by the Dreadmare’s jaws. The whistle. The teacup. The white key. The opal skull. The starfish. They were all there, waiting for him to light them up. As though recognizing its new commander, the bracelet slithered around Kane’s wrist and clasped itself.

The world grew loud and bright. The windows filled with sunlight as a blue ocean and a city rose toward them. The music was ending. They had arrived at their destination of resEarth. A destination that filled Kane with eerie familiarity. He had seen this same city once, from atop a ruined skyscraper.

Over the loudspeaker, a cheerful voice said, “Welcome to resEarth’s capital city of Everest. Please enjoy your stay!”

• Thirty-Six •

The Keep

The once empty city of Everest now overflowed with light and life. Crowds of people in futuristic, Victorian formality surged through the open markets. They lapped against the esplanade, waving bright handkerchiefs to the cerulean sea where the ships landed. Like ants, the tourists flowed over themselves as they climbed the hill at the city’s center. Atop it, balancing like an elaborate cake, was a drastically enhanced version of the château from Helena Beazley’s reverie.

The castle. The lair. The fortress. The keep.

Kane and Dean hid in its shadow.

“Sophia has been busy,” Dean said. “I’m amazed she’s able to keep this much in focus, and for so long.”

“I’m not,” Kane said. “She’s Sophia Montgomery. She’s good at everything.”

“Still, this can’t last. Either these reveries are going to start collapsing, or Sophia will. We better find her, quick.”

“And then what?” Kane said.

Dean didn’t dare say it, but Kane knew what happened then. The teacup hung from his wrist in charm form, darkly dreaming of crushing this entire world into something just as small and cute.

“If anyone is going to unravel this,” Kane told Dean, “it’s going to be me.”

A glare of light swept over the crowd. People clapped as a bird with wings of crystal crossed the sun. The owl, from Helena’s reverie, scanning for something.