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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

“There you are,” said Dean. His Dreadmare armor branched and bristled on his hips and shoulders, but his arms were as gentle around Kane as they’d been on the dance floor of the Starship Giulietta. One of his eyes flickered sea foam.

“You woke me up with a kiss?”

“No, you kissed me while I was trying to pull the crown off your head. It was very surprising.”

“Where is the crown now?”

“You’re still wearing it. It’s keeping us afloat.”

Kane realized they were, in fact, floating. He prodded the snug grip of the crown, and his fingers brushed through the incandescent light surging from his skin. Etherea soaked the air in neon twilight and rendered the two boys weightless. Light curled around them, protecting them, blurring out the chaos of the world collapsing below. Faintly, Kane could sense it all. Past their haven, Everest was a blitz of every reverie mashing together in hurricane-force pandemonium. Six worlds brawling for dominance as they each came undone, tangling tighter and tighter in their wild unmaking.

Kane tasted the violence and withdrew back into the light. He remembered the moments before Poesy forced the crown onto him now.

“Where is she?” he asked, panicking.

“Far below. Ursula and Elliot are distracting her, for now. I was the only one who could reach you.”

“I’m the loom.” Kane whispered it like the confession it was. “It’s all my fault. The reveries. Poesy targeting my sister so she could use me. I figured it out once, and that’s why I told Adeline to destroy me. Because I am the loom.”

Dean considered this, careful and loving. He exhaled, and it played in the tight hollow between them.

“And what will you do this time?”

Kane’s vision blurred with tears. “I don’t know. I ruined everything by coming back here. It all went according to Poesy’s plan.”

Dean ducked down to catch Kane’s eye. Kane still had on his backpack, and Dean curled his fingers under the straps so he could give him a little shake.

“Not all of it.”

“What?”

Dean traced infinity symbols through Kane’s shirt, onto his skin. “Poesy gave you a crown that focuses your power, a plan that only works if you’re under her control. But you’re awake now. You’re still lucid.”

“But Poesy said I wouldn’t wake up.”

Dean shrugged. “It doesn’t matter what Poesy says. This isn’t her reverie. At least not yet. A part of this world still belongs to your sister, and I’m sure in no way does Sophia’s reverie allow the twist of your loss.”