This scene showed a busy street in a bustling city. Men on horseback, tall buildings, shops selling arms and armor—the perfect place for two young men to lose themselves in adventures.
As the sights and smells and textures of this city leaped to life, I pushed my brothers through. As before, I crumpled the Trump in my hand, and they were gone.
Dworkin burned it, too.
“Freda and Pella,” I said.
“Pick us a nice world, Father,” Freda said in a soft tone.
He smiled at her lovingly, then passed me another Trump. I gazed at it.
A winter palace, with snow falling. White horses decked in bells and ribbons. Twin statues of Freda and Pella being worshipped as goddesses.
I smiled. Yes, they would be happy here, I thought. I pushed them through as the world came to life before me, and just before I crumpled the page, I heard wild cheering as they appeared. The goddesses had arrived. They would be well cared for.
That only left Aber and Blaise. I would never have paired them, but with Fenn and Isadora gone, there didn’t seem much choice.
“Ready?” I asked.
“I suppose,” Aber said, stepping forward bravely. “Coming, Sis?”
She glared at him. “Don’t call me that!”
Oh yes, I thought, rolling my eyes, they were going to have a lot of fun together. If they didn’t rip each other’s throats out first.
Without comment, Dworkin passed me another Trump. I gazed down at an elegant whitewashed villa. As it came to reality before me, I smelled the ocean’s brine and heard the soft calls of gulls as they wheeled in a cloudless azure sky. It seemed almost idyllic.
I helped Blaise through, then reached for Aber. But as he stepped close, he snatched the Trump from my hand, ripped it in half, and the doorway into Shadow vanished. My last glimpse of Blaise showed her with hands on her hips and a furious expression on her face.
“Are you crazy!” I demanded. “What’s the idea?”
Grinning, Aber thrust the ruined Trump into a candle’s flame. It burned fast and bright.
“You have to ask?” he said. “I’m not living with her for a year or two! I’d rather face a legion of hell-creatures naked and unarmed!”
I took a deep breath, then let it out with a laugh. “All right,” I said, looking at our father. He looked distinctly nonplussed. “I guess we don’t have any choice now. Like it or not, you’re coming with us.”
“Where?” he asked eagerly.
Dworkin held up the last Trump.
“Where they least expect us,” he said, smiling like a shark about to devour its prey.
I looked down, a horrible cold feeling reaching up inside my chest.
He had drawn the Courts of Chaos.
HERE ENDS BOOK ONE OF THE DAWN OF AMBER
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