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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.”
~An excerpt from the Amazon bestseller BOUND IN BLUE~
Book One of the Sword of Elements by Heather Hamilton-Senter
Morgan stiffened and made a hissing sound between her teeth. “Be still. Others are coming.” Striding over, she poked me hard between the eyes.
“Hey!” I yelped. “What the hell?” A strange sensation spread out from the spot where her finger had jabbed me.
“Stay still. Be quiet. Do not move.”
Auntie Morgan be cray cray.
And then the stream of truly crazy began to file into the room.
A young woman with hair teased into a neon red mohawk, so small she seemed like a child except for the wild, knowing look in her eyes. A crone—there was no other word that fit—with a long braid of white hair wrapped twice around her waist like a belt. A dark-skinned mountain of a man with a lip ring connected to a heavy gold chain threaded through a gaping hole in one earlobe. More followed, all as strangely dressed as the first three, some with hair dyed in colors that defied description. A curious nurse peered into the room with wide eyes, but a glare from Morgan sent her away.
I was abandoned to the freak show.
Some of them touched Mom’s cold forehead with gentle fingers. Others whispered words of sympathy to Morgan. They all ignored me as if I were invisible. I couldn’t move, and the white of my fear went black and dirty on the edges like snow in the gutter.
Then the strange entourage was gone except for a good-looking guy leaning against the wall beside the door. Softly curling hair with a hint of ginger poked out from under a red baseball cap, and he had the kind of neatly trimmed five o’clock shadow that’s grown on purpose.
“Hello, Morgana,” he drawled.
“I prefer Morgan, as you well know, Thomas Redcap.” She made his name an insult.
The man’s smile only widened as he looked her up and down in a way that would have made me blush. “Ah yes, you’re all modern and casual now. I’d heard.” He sounded Irish or something. “Love the outfit, by the way. Did you join a band?” He pushed away from the wall and sauntered into the room towards her, leaning in as if he intended to give her a kiss.
“Don’t. You. Dare.”
Redcap changed the movement into a mocking bow. “Well, you can’t blame a lad for trying, Morgana the Fair and Perilous.” As he approached the bed without even a glance in my direction, orange irritation crackled along the edges of my vision, intruding on my stained and dirty white fear. He shook his head sadly. “Poor Viviane. Do I have your leave to continue?”
“Get on with it.”
Redcap nodded and then quickly—so quickly I almost couldn’t comprehend what I was seeing—his hand shot out and a pointed fingernail dragged down Mom’s arm, peeling dead flesh from it in one long curl like the skin off an apple.
Horror cut through me like bright lightning. I tried to stand, but I only made the chair move a little across the floor. The man’s head shot up at the sound and he looked right at me with amber eyes edged in red. He looked at me, but he didn’t seem to see me. Relaxing, he turned away.
And then Redcap put the long strip of my mother’s skin into his mouth and swallowed it.
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