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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 had many regrets, and somehow they all had to do with Ursula. Sneaking into the boiler room to eavesdrop on Ursula and the Others. Confronting Ursula on the fields. Running away from Ursula and into a deadly dreamworld. Going after Ursula again only to get whipped by a whip of actual hair. Disgusting.

Kane’s newest regret, however, was about Dean. Kane had of course decided against listening to the boy, sure he could find his way out of this cavernous mess, but as soon as he reentered the tunnels he was instantly lost. After ten minutes he couldn’t even figure out how to get back to the perch in the arena. The tunnels, he was sure, were rearranging themselves. Dean had said the reverie would collapse. Was it happening? What would it feel like to be crushed beneath miles of rock and dirt?

“Amazing work, Kane. Really awesome, amazing choices today. You’re killing it.”

He was so busy scolding himself he didn’t hear the barbarian guards until he waltzed right out of the passage they’d been guarding. They sat up, as surprised as he was, but soon had Kane backed against the wall at spearpoint. Their eyes were normal. People from school.

“Keologist,” the bigger one grunted menacingly.

Kane could have sworn he was standing before Evan from the pep band, except this version had a much more flattering chin. The other—possibly Mikhail Etan, also from band—had temple acne even in this world.

“Mikhail, Evan, it’s me! It’s Kane, from school! We had homeroom together last year!”

They blinked at Kane, uncomprehending.

They don’t know they’re acting. They don’t know this isn’t real.

“This isn’t real! This is all like…a dream or something. You guys aren’t really—”

Just then a sickening shudder rolled through the tunnel, toppling the three of them. A dark electricity zipped through the fibers of the world itself, shocking him—literally. The reverie felt…angry. The texture of the air went taut and smothering, like it was twisting itself around the trio. Punishing Kane for getting caught.

The two guards lunged, but Kane was quicker. He fled, and suddenly the world around him began to twist and warp. The rock beneath his feet shifted with every step. The tunnels before him smashed together, rearranging themselves into new routes, leading him somewhere like a mouse trapped in a maze. Dean had told him that it was imperative he play along with the reverie, and Kane had just broken character in a big way. Now he sensed the reverie was deftly leading him toward something much worse. But he couldn’t stop running. The guards were right behind him.