Harv came out. He was carrying his nunchuks under his injured arm and the 
Primer in his good hand. The book hung open to an illustration of Princess Nell 
and Harv running away from the Dark Castle with Baron Burt in pursuit. "Nell, 
your book talked to me," he said. "It said we should run away." Then he saw 
Burt rising from the sofa with the bloody screwdriver in his hand.