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Chapters (38)
  1. PART ONE: THE PATH FROM OBERNEWTYN
  2. Chapter 1
  3. Chapter 2
  4. Chapter 3
  5. Chapter 4
  6. Chapter 5
  7. Chapter 6
  8. Chapter 7
  9. Chapter 8
  10. Chapter 9
  11. Chapter 10
  12. Chapter 11
  13. Chapter 12
  14. Chapter 13
  15. Chapter 14
  16. Chapter 15
  17. PART TWO: THE HIGH ROAD
  18. Chapter 16
  19. Chapter 17
  20. Chapter 18
  21. Chapter 19
  22. Chapter 20
  23. Chapter 21
  24. Chapter 22
  25. Chapter 23
  26. Chapter 24
  27. Chapter 25
  28. Chapter 26
  29. PART THREE: THE PERILOUS DREAMTRAILS
  30. Chapter 27
  31. Chapter 28
  32. Chapter 29
  33. Chapter 30
  34. Chapter 31
  35. EPILOGUE
  36. Characters of the Obernewtyn Chronicles
  37. Question and Answer with ISOBELLE CARMODY
  38. Acknowledgements

I had no idea why I dreamed of Cassy or why I only dreamed of her life before the Great White. That was no less a mystery than why I was the Seeker. I had always assumed it must be because of the unusual range and strength of Talents I had been born with, which would be needed to find the clues that Cassy would leave. Certainly, much of my time since my first encounter with the Agyllians had been spent trying to decipher her instructions.

My task had been complicated and occasionally aided by upheavals in the Land, some of which Cassy must have futuretold. The previous year had seen an invasion of warrior priests, the overthrow of the Council and soldierguards on the west coast, and of the Herder priests in the Norselands. Despite being intimately involved in these events, I had found two of Cassy’s signs during this period; one had been a phrase scribed upon a memorial cairn to Cassy’s son Evander, and the second had been a small device called a memory seed, secreted inside a computermachine in the Sadorian Earthtemple.

I had three things yet to locate. The first was Cassandra’s key, which I had always thought to find at Obernewtyn. The second was on or within a sculpture created by Cassandra to mark the safe-passage agreement she had negotiated with the Councilmen who had then ruled the Land, so that the Twentyfamilies and their descendants would be able to travel freely about the Land and watch over the signs left for me. It was my belief that the final sign lay in the Red Queen’s land.

I pictured the much-crumpled paper upon which Fian had scribed a rough translation of the gadi words Cassy had carved, referring to the final sign.

[That which] will [open/access/reach] the darkest door lies where the … [lies/sleeps]? Strange is the keeping place of this dreadful [sign/key] but there is no other, for all who knew it are dead save one who does not know what she knows. Seek her … past … Only through her may you go where you have never been and must someday go … danger. Beware … dragon.’

I had been baffled by the clue until I discovered that Dragon, who had lost her memory, was the missing daughter of the murdered queen of the Red Land.