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Discern -
an award-winning and bestselling urban fantasy novel by Andrea Pearson
Nicole put her things down, not
wanting anything to be in her hands when she picked up the disgusting book. She
reached for it, but hesitated. Already, she could sense warmth coming from the
leather cover, and she wasn’t even touching it. Its magical pulses were
different from the other items—they seemed to drip off the book like sweat.
Nicole hesitated, but wasn’t sure
why. It wasn’t as if something bad would happen, right? She took a deep breath
and placed her hands on the book. It shivered under her touch and she cringed,
pulling back. The sensation of warm leather made her flesh crawl, and she
rubbed her hands and arms on her jeans, trying to get the feeling to go away.
Come on, Nicole. Don’t wimp out.
Without letting herself think
about it, she picked up the book and lifted the cover.
A wind rushed over her, blowing
her hair back, roaring in her ears. She caught a brief whiff of tobacco smoke
before the surge of air reversed and sucked the breath out of her lungs, making
her gasp.
The floor under her quaked. The
book vibrated. The leather on the cover moved, muscles beneath it flexing.
Nicole tried to drop the book, but couldn’t. She was unable to control her
hands or fingers. They clenched so tightly, they ached. A shadow covered the
pages of the book, preventing her from reading.
What was going on? She gasped
again, trying to breathe against the strong wind. She felt someone touch her
shoulder, but she couldn’t move. Her fingers still clung to the book. The
shadow on the pages shifted, roiled, and turned toward her, the brief outline of
a face visible. It watched her for several moments.
Nicole . . .
The voice was soft, deep. A
strange yearning inside her made her want to read the book, to understand. To
join the owner of the voice, though she didn’t know where or what he was.
The wind slowed to a gentle and
familiar caress across her cheek. Familiar?
Then suddenly, it all stopped.
The book fell from her hands and slammed itself shut. She backed away, her
arms, legs—everything—shaking.
“What happened?” Professor
Coolidge asked next to her, making her jump.
“I—I don’t know.” Nicole tried to
smooth her hair, but her hands shook too much. She tucked them under her arms.
“It said my name . . . and there was a shadow. In-inside it.”
Coolidge lifted the leather book.
His mouth popped open in surprise. “You’ve activated a force within
it—something alive.” He looked at her, fear and worry on his face. “How did you
do that?”
Nicole shook her head. “I don’t
know,” she repeated.
Professor Coolidge put the book
back on the table. “I’m not sure what to say, other than the book is much more
powerful than it used to be.” He peered at her, scrutinizing her. “And I’d love
to know why it called to you, why you woke it up, when so many others have
not.”
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