The Complete Interworld Trilogy: Interworld; The Silver Dream; Eternity’s Wheel
Written by New York Times bestselling authors Neil Gaiman and Michael Reaves with Mallory Reaves, INTERWORLD is a riveting trilogy, full of bravery, loyalty, time and space travel -and the future of a young man who is more powerful than he realises.INTERWORLD: Joey Harker is the kind of guy who gets lost in his own house. But one day, Joey gets really lost. He walks straight out of his world and into another dimension.This walk between worlds makes Joey prey to armies of magic and science, both determined to harness Joey’s power to travel between dimensions. The only thing standing in their way is Joey – or to be more precise an army of Joeys, all from different dimensions…Now Joey must make a choice: return to the life he knows or join the battle.The SILVER DREAM: After mastering the ability to walk between dimensions, Joey helped save the Altiverse from destruction.But rival powers of magic and science are still out there, seeking to control all worlds. InterWorld’s peacekeeping mission is far from finished.And when a stranger follows Joey back to BaseTown things get even more complicated. No one knows who she is or where she’s from and, more importantly, why she knows so much about InterWorld. Dangerous times lie ahead…ETERNITY’S WHEEL: As the threat of FrostNight looms ever closer, Joey Harker seeks out more of his fellow Walkers across the Altiverse, training them as fast as he can. But even a solid team of recruits can’t prepare Joey for the ultimate showdown with InterWorld’s enemies, old and new.Joey never wanted to be in charge. But he’s the one everyone is looking to now, and he’ll have to step up if he has any hope of saving InterWorld, the Multiverse, and everything in between.
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THE INTERWORLD TRILOGY
Neil Gaiman, Michael Reaves and Mallory Reaves
HarperCollinsChildren’sBooks
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Interworld
Text copyright © Neil Gaiman and Michael Reaves, 2007
Cover art © Colin Anderson
Cover design by Sarah Nichole Kaufman
The Silver Dream
Text copyright © Neil Gaiman and Michael Reaves, 2013
Cover art © Colin Anderson
Cover design by Sarah Nichole Kaufman
Eternity's Wheel
Text copyright © Neil Gaiman, Michael Reaves and Mallory Reaves, 2015
Cover art © 2015 by Colin Anderson
Cover design by Heather Daugherty
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CONTENTS
NEIL
would like to dedicate this book to his son Mike, who read the manuscript and liked it and encouraged us, and always asked when he was going to be able to read it in a real book.
MICHAEL
would like to dedicate this book to Steve Saffel.
CONTENTS
This is a work of fiction. Still, given an infinite number of possible worlds, it must be true on one of them. And if a story set in an infinite number of possible universes is true in one of them, then it must be true in all of them. So maybe it’s not as fictional as we think.
ONCE I GOT LOST in my own house.
I guess it wasn’t quite as bad as it sounds. We had just built a new annex—added a hallway and a bedroom for the squid, aka Kevin, my really little brother—but still, the carpenters had left and the dust had settled over a month ago. Mom had just sounded the dinner call and I was on my way downstairs. I took a wrong turn on the second floor and found myself in a room wallpapered with clouds and bunnies. I realized I’d turned right instead of left, so I promptly made the same mistake again and blundered into the closet.
By the time I got downstairs Jenny and Dad were already there and Mom was giving me the Look. I knew trying to explain would sound lame, so I just clammed up and dug in to my mac and cheese.
But you see the problem. I don’t have what my aunt Maude used to call a “bump of direction.” If anything, I’ve got a hollow where the bump should be. Forget knowing north from south or east from west—I have a hard enough time telling right from left. Which is all pretty ironic, considering how things turned out . . .
But I’m getting ahead of myself. Okay. I’m going to write this like Mr. Dimas taught us. He said it doesn’t matter where you start, as long as you start somewhere. So I’m going to start with him.
It was the end of the October term of my sophomore year, and everything was pretty normal, except for Social Studies, which was no big surprise. Mr. Dimas, who taught the class, had a reputation for unconventional teaching methods. For midterms he had blindfolded us, then had us each stick a pin in a map of the world and we got to write essays on wherever the pin stuck. I got Decatur, Illinois. Some of the guys complained because they drew places like Ulan Bator or Zimbabwe. They were lucky. You try writing ten thousand words on Decatur, Illinois.
But Mr. Dimas was always doing stuff like that. He made the front page of the local paper last year and nearly got fired when he turned two classes into warring fiefdoms that tried to negotiate peace for an entire semester. The peace talks eventually broke down and the two classes went to war on the quad during free period. Things got a little carried away and a few bloody noses resulted. Mr. Dimas was quoted on the local news as saying, “Sometimes war is necessary to teach us the value of peace. Sometimes you need to learn the real value of diplomacy in avoiding war. And I’d rather my students learned those lessons on the playground than on the battlefield.”
