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