Beyond Magic - Softcover

Kearney, Susan; Cunningham, Elaine; Sims, Kassandra

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0765355272 ISBN 13: 9780765355270

Verlag: Tor Books, 2008

Inhaltsangabe

From Susan Kearney: A skeptical journalist intends to debunk an astral projection machine - until it slingshots her mind through the galaxy into another body. To keep the love she finds there, she must leave all she knew behind and embrace the stars...From Elaine Cunningham: A medium and a psychic team up to solve a series of mystifying kidnappings and murders. Can they put their own past behind them? If so, they might survive to have a future together...From Kassandra Sims: Magic is dying, and to save it, an apathetic witch must choose sides. Along the way, she learns that there are things in the world worth fighting for, beyond her wildest reckonings - like love.

Über diesen Titel

Über die Autorin bzw. den Autor

Susan Kearney used to set herself on fire four times a day. Now a USA Today bestselling author, she does something really hot—she writes romance. Kearney, a native of New Jersey, resides in a suburb of Tampa with her husband, kids, and Boston Terrier.

Elaine Cunningham is a former music and history teacher who resides with her family in New England. She is the New York Times bestselling author of the Changeling Detective Agency series, as well as several Forgotten Realms books.

Kassandra Sims lives in Nashville, Tennessee. The author of several paranormal romance novels, she is also a criminal mastermind whose plans for world domination and sassy yet comfortable heels have been as of yet woefully unsuccessful.

Auszug. © Genehmigter Nachdruck. Alle Rechte vorbehalten.

CHAPTER ONE

You think the astral projection machine is legit?"

At Dr. Liza Mancuso's question, Sandra halted on the concrete steps of the Psychophysical Research Institute, shaded her eyes from the Florida sunshine, and frowned at her best friend. "Do I think a machine can sling someone's mind into an out- of- body experience? Of course not."

Really, how could Liz even seriously consider the possibility? The chances of Sandra having an out- of- body experience were no more likely than bumping into her dream man as they approached the institute's front doors.

Setting down her medical bag on the steps, Liza wrinkled her brow in confusion. "Then why don't we just forget it?"

If only Sandra could forget it. This silly assignment was not at the top of her make- a-difference in the world list. Nor was it even on the page. But reporters had to work their way to the top within a hierarchy of corporate politics. Until Sandra was one of the lucky few who could choose their assignments, she had to take the stories her editor handed out.

As Sandra answered Liza she ticked off points on her fingers. "I'm a reporter. My boss believes that astral projection is newsworthy, if only for its quirkiness. He assigned this story to me. So here I am to uncover the facts, while you protect me from becoming a medical malpractice victim." She refrained from mentioning her boss was currently none too pleased with her after she'd taken a few risks while covering a celebrity murder trial last month. She'd gotten her story, but word had gotten back to corporate that she'd impersonated a book editor to gather background material and apparently that was a no- no. Of course, if one of her male colleagues had pulled the same trick, he'd be accepting free drinks in the bar for a month. Her reward after putting the follow- up to bed was this bizarre assignment, a definite comedown. "Come on." She glanced at her watch. "I'm on deadline."

Liza hesitated, her warm brown eyes filled with concern. "You're supposed to report the stories, not become the experiment yourself."

"A little risk comes with the job." Especially if Sandra wanted to get ahead. When she started as a cub reporter three years ago, she'd made up her mind to stand out from the others in the fiercely competitive world of journalism. An A student in college, she'd also worked on the student paper full time. When a slot opened at the Sun, a professor had recommended her. Sandra had made herself available nights, weekends, and triple shifts, determined to get ahead. And she refused to give up because of a minor setback. If she had to write soft news, she'd search for a different angle to make the story fresh and riveting. And if she had to try astral projection for the sake of her work, she was up for that, too.

Liza's tone had an edge of Southern- accented disapproval. "Was it your job to skydive out of that helicopter and break your leg?"

Sandra .flexed her limb. "You fixed me up good, doc." "Was it your job to volunteer as a hostage when those crazy kids robbed Citibank? I had to remove a bullet from your arm that time. Another four inches over and it would have been your heart. And remember when-"

"I'll be careful," Sandra sighed. It wasn't as if she had a family to worry about her. No parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles. Not even a lover. Being alone had advantages. She could do what she wished. What if she took risks to get ahead, prudent risks to kick her career into high gear? However, Liza worried so Sandra did her best to ally her fears. "If I put in another medical claim, my boss has threatened to demote me to writing classifieds." Yet, despite his annoyance and Liza's worries over the risks Sandra had taken, she recalled with satisfaction how her investigative pieces had made page one.

She enjoyed her career too much to turn down this assignment. Or to give it up for a family. Sure, someday she'd have a guy like the one in her dreams-but not yet. Nothing pleased her more than uncovering the layers to a story, learning secrets, and finding the truth. The sense of satisfaction as she gathered bits and pieces of a puzzle until she had the entire story kept her working long after her colleagues went home to their families. The only downside was she'd sacrificed her social life. She had a crazy schedule-it wouldn't be fair to ask anyone to put up with her eighty- hour work week. Plus, she was too young to make commitments to anyone since she yearned for her career to soar. Damn. She didn't need a shrink to tell her why her unconscious was inundating her with lusty fantasies. Three times this week, the same lover with the exotic serpent symbol had invaded her dreams, leaving an impression that splashed over into her waking hours.

"Here we go again." Rolling her eyes, Liza's words pulled Sandra's attention back to the conversation.

Sandra shrugged. "There's no real danger involved this time, because nothing's going to happen. The astral projection machine is a hoax."

"How can you ignore all those people you interviewed who claim they've left their bodies?"

Three years as a reporter had left her cynical. Sandra might still want to make a difference, but she was no longer dewy eyed and innocent.

"Maybe they're kooks. A few centuries ago, hundreds of people reported abduction by fairies. Or maybe they hyperventilated. Lack of oxygen causes hallucinations. Look how many people claim to have been visited by aliens."

"Maybe they have."

She winked at Liza. "That's why I need you. If anything does go wrong, you'll patch me up like always."

"Don't count on it. I'm a general practitioner, not a soul catcher-and this experiment is way outside my field of expertise. Perhaps-"

"Dr. Flores earned a Harvard medical degree and completed his residency at Johns Hopkins. I highly doubt he's going to harm me. Just make sure he doesn't slip me a hallucinogen or put me in a hypnotic trance, okay?" Despite Liza's reservations, she was obviously as curious to see the machine as Sandra-which is why she'd so easily talked her into taking the afternoon off from her busy medical practice.

They hurried up the steps to Dr. Flores's imposing steel building. A revolving door spun soundlessly, depositing them in a vast foyer, decorated with all the personality of a gloomy cave. The hushed air smelled stale . . . like the interior of the county jail. They crossed the foyer toward the elevators, the only sound the click of their heels on the black marble floor.

Surely the chilly air, not the idea of astral projection or the unnatural silence, caused the goose bumps to rise on her neck. They stepped into the elevator, and she jabbed the button for the top floor. They rose smoothly, but Sandra's stomach somersaulted like a gymnast's. According to her research many Eastern cults accepted astral travel as an everyday matter. Supposedly, the mind or astral spirit could separate itself from the body.

But then thousands of people believed in Roswell and little green men, too.

The elevator doors opened directly into a murky room with dozens of widely spaced reclining leather chairs with headphone attachments. Carpeting muffled the footsteps of attendants who checked blinking monitors above their patients, who lay with eyes closed, gentle music lending a soothing sound to the still atmosphere.

"What kind of laboratory is this?" Liza whispered.

Before Sandra could respond, a smallish man in a lab coat a size too big strode forward with an eager...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Tor Books
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2008
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 0765355272
• ISBN 13: 9780765355270
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 304
• Kontakt zum Hersteller: Nicht verfügbar
• Verantwortliche Person: Nicht verfügbar