The Courts Of Chaos

Never mind, let it go, let it be.

My mind felt disassociated.

What do you say to a grown son you only recently learned existed?

“We are not yet beaten. You will be yourself again,”

With Deirdre, Brand and Dad gone, and now a parting with Dara on these terms, the world was much emptier — whatever was left of it.

It was Caine.
“I’ll be damned,” I said, rubbing my jaw. “A funny thing happened to me on the way to your funeral.”
“Yes. I heard about it.” He laughed.
“You ever kill yourself, Corwin?”

My children, I cannot say that I am entirely pleased with you, but I suppose this works both ways. Let it be.

Before it finished taking form, I realized that it was my father’s face in the sky. Neat trick, that. And I had no idea what it represented either.

“It would have been so fine,” it said softly, “to eat a Prince of Amber. I always wondered — about royal blood.”

“I’ve been waiting for you since the beginning of Time, Corwin.”
“Must have been a bit tiresome.”