Midnight Metamorphosis by Deborah E. Kehoe

Author:Deborah E. Kehoe [Kehoe, Deborah E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-04-21T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

Devon

When I got home from the beach, thinking back on my conversation with Avery, I decided to dig around in the library and see if I could come up with any more information about the rings Dani and I had inherited.

I knocked on the library door, but when there was no answer, I opened it and stepped inside. I glanced around, noting that there wasn’t anyone else here, and took a deep breath. There were windows that ran from floor to ceiling, interspersed throughout the room. The curtains had been drawn back so that light was shining brightly into the room. I could see dust floating and shimmering through the light.

I flashed back to the library we had in our house where I grew up, where my grandmother taught me how to use my Mesmer gifts. She had died a couple of years ago, but those were some of my favorite memories. She was very gentle, and her tone was always so soothing such a stark contrast to the brusqueness that my father displayed towards me my entire life. I shrugged off those bad memories and started looking through one of the bookshelves.

I thought I had left that old journal around here somewhere. The room brightened suddenly, and I noticed the dust start to swirl and form a wave, moving towards the other end of the room. The dust was lit up, like stars on a dark sky, and curious, I followed that wave until it stopped and hovered in front of a shelf. There were some old, thin leather-bound books with faded ink on the covers. I grabbed one and cracked it open, sinking into a chair behind me. Gotcha, I thought.

“The journal of Atticus Finn,” a voice spoke from in front of me, and I jerked my head up in surprise. Standing in front of me, was a man, tall, with dark blonde hair and blue eyes. He was wearing loose brown pants and a white collared shirt with rolled up sleeves. The figure shimmered and I realized that I could see through him to the wall behind. I shut the book. The figure disappeared. I opened it again, and the figure appeared, stating quietly, “The journal of Atticus Finn.”

“Cool!” I said quietly to myself. I sat there, waiting for who I assumed to be Atticus, to speak. Nothing. I looked down at the book, and realized that I was on the title page, which read, “The Journal of Atticus Finn.” I turned the page, and the figure started speaking.

“May 13, 1816. Today, a few Committee members gathered together in the museum’s basement. Flora and I, as well as Thomas Sullivan and Gaea Cleary had discovered some old documents that would support our theory about tying our powers together through focus objects.

These documents were over a century old and had been written by scholars like us at the University of Essex. They told of failed experiments that caused deaths among the members who held them. There were

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