Neil Gaiman, Michael Reaves
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An astounding tale of adventure, danger, magic, science, friendship, spaceships, and, oh yeah, the battle to save all the people in all the worlds in all possible dimensions.
Joey Harker isn't a hero.
In fact, he's 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.
Joey's walk between worlds makes him prey to armies of magic and science, both determined to harness Joey's power to travel between the dimensions. The only thing standing in their way is Joey—or, more precisely, an army of Joeys, all from different dimensions and all determined to save the worlds.
Now Joey must make a choice: return to the life he knows or join the battle to the end.
the values it embodies.” I repeated it, as best I could. He helped me when I stumbled. “Good,” he said. “I hope that Jay’s faith in you is justified. You’ll need to pick up your gear from the quartermaster on duty. The stores are in that square building across the parade ground. It’s eleven hundred hours now—enough time to get settled in your barracks and unpacked by eleven forty-five. Lunch is at twelve hundred hours. Twelve forty you start basic training.” He got up and prepared to go out. I
and find them and couldn’t get there. “You know that we’ve already sent an independent rescue team into that world. It’s just a regular techno world, like a hundred thousand others. They say your team never arrived there. They’ve never seen you.” “Maybe we didn’t go there. I know it felt like the place I was given coordinates for. It seemed like a techno world, and then it—changed. And they got us. But I didn’t do it on purpose. I swear I didn’t!” They asked me questions for hours, and then
convincing myself… I’m not falling, I told myself. I’m rising, easily and lightly. Soft and slow… And I managed to ignore the tiny, sensible voice in the back of my head that was screaming in fear. I wasn’t falling. I wasn’t falling…. It seemed like the wind in my face was easing up. Then everything suddenly shifted perspective a hundred and eighty degrees, and while my stomach was still trying to deal with that… I hit the surface of the ship a lot harder than thistledown touching grass—hard
we reached it. So my plan was foolproof, right? Problem is, as I’ve said before, there are some places where scientific laws are only opinions, and pretty questionable opinions at that. Where magical potency can be stronger than scientific law. The Nowhere-at-All is one of those places. And the members of HEX know it. We were still about thirty feet away from the gate when we stopped. Just stopped, and hung there in space. And then, from behind us, we heard a voice. A voice as sweet as
more or less, isn’t going to mean the end of the worlds. One less field officer might. Stay out of trouble. You’ll be back and debriefing by oh seven hundred hours tomorrow.” “Yes, sir,” I said, and closed the door. The Old Man’s assistant handed me my armory requisition slip. Then she smiled at me. Her name’s Josetta. “Goes for me, too, Jay,” she said. “Come back safe. We need all the field ops we can get.” The quartermaster is from one of the heavier Earths—places where you feel like you