Atticus Higginbottom is trapped in the Nonex with his mortal enemy Mistress Jane and the corrupt and powerful Mr. Chu. No one has ever escaped the Nonex before, but for Tick, Jane, or Mr. Chu to have any hope of surviving the dangerous and deadly realm, they will have to work together for the first time in their lives.

And they must escape. An all-consuming void has opened up and is unleashing monsters throughout the Realities. All of reality is unraveling at the seams and Tick's friends and fellow Realitants are facing an epic war that could spell the end of all they hold dear.

Master George has one last weapon at his disposal: the mysterious and unpredictable Karma button. And depending on the character of the person who wields it will determine if its unlimited power is used for good or for evil.

The Void of Mist and Thunder is the fourth and final book in the 13th Reality series.

A Very Special Boy

It was all about the soulikens.

Master George sat in his study, the lights dimmed, Muffintops purring in a corner, the first light of dawn’s birth still an hour off. He stared at the wall as if the most fascinating thing in the Realities had been stapled there for him to see whenever he wished, but it was only a knot in the wood of his paneling. A knot that had two eyes and a mouth if you looked at it just right, and for some reason it reminded him of a boy named Atticus Higginbottom.

Atticus. Tick. The young man who changed everything.

The boy who’d disappeared from existence.

It was a shame. More than a shame. It was a downright tragedy. Master George had never ached in his heart so much for someone lost. Right when they’d finally begun to understand why the boy had such extraordinary powers, why he was able to harness and use Chi’karda as if he were himself a Barrier Wand—and a powerful Wand at that, even more so than Mistress Jane, who had a unique and tragic story of her own—he was gone.

But none of that really mattered anymore. It wasn’t the reason George missed Master Atticus so much. He missed him—ached for him—because the boy had become like a son to him. So innocent, yet brave. So genuine. Such a kid, but so grown up. Oh, how he missed that dear, dear boy.

He was a wonder.

Sato had completed the mission George had asked of him. He had visited each Reality and searched until he had found the same thing in each one: a grave for the Alterants of Atticus Higginbottom—the boy’s “twins” in the other twelve Realities. Never before had such an odd coincidence occurred, where only one version of a person remained throughout all the Realities. They’d never know if there was some deep cosmic reason behind it, or how it had happened.

But one thing was for certain: every one of those Alterants’ soulikens had traveled to and collected within the body of the one remaining Atticus who had lived in Reality Prime. It had changed his structure, his makeup, his quantum mechanics. He was full of Chi’karda, filled beyond measure with the powers that bound and controlled the universe. Filled beyond anything mankind could ever hope to recreate or dream about.

He was lost now, gone from existence.

There’d probably never be another quite like him, in far more ways than one.

George called for Muffintops. He needed to hug a friend.