Excerpt from Night Sky
“Okay. I know it sounds crazy,” I started, “but I’ve been having these dreams about Sasha—”
“It’s not crazy,” Dana said. “You need to stop thinking of your abilities as crazy. And you need to stop looking so worried while you’re at it. Being a Greater-Than makes you insanely special. Don’t you get that?”
I suspected that I looked worried because I was worried. And I did totally get that being a G-T made me insanely special. But despite Dana’s hasty reassurances night, I was still worried that being a G-T would also make me insane.
Would it happen gradually, I wondered? My compassion and humanity slowly eroding until I was heartless and cruel? Or would it happen suddenly? I’d wake up one morning, just boom—with bulgy, crazed eyes and tangled hair, start dressing like Dana in leather, and call people things like “Bubble Gum” and “Scooter.”
But I knew with a certainty that I couldn’t quite explain that Dana was neither heartless nor cruel. She was rough and tough, and she had no patience for BS, but she wasn’t anything like the monstrous descriptions of G-Ts that I’d found on the Internet.
“Dreams are a sign of prescience,” she told me, “which is an absolutely amazing skill set. Combined with your smell sensitivity and telekinesis? Seriously, Sunshine, you need to tell me these things—”
I looked out at the ocean. “There’s this one dream that I keep having—it started the night Sasha disappeared. And it’s different from what happened when I was in her room. Which was also kind of like a dream, but not really since my eyes were open and I was awake—”
“Oh, my God,” Dana interrupted me again. “You have visions too?”
I stared back at her. “Maybe…?” I said.
“Right, how do you know?” She allowed me that. “Okay, here’s how it works. Some of us, like me, are mildly prescient—very mildly. Like back in Harrisburg when that boy was there and I knew he had information. For me, it’s just something that happens. Ironically, I can’t predict when it’s going to happen, and I can’t make it happen. It just…does. Sometimes I justknow things.”
She nodded, her conviction absolute.
“I know. But it’s never anything big or particularly helpful like, buy a lottery ticket with these five numbers. Because for me, it doesn’t have anything to do with something that’s about to happen. Like, I don’t know where or when lightning is going to strike. But—maybe—if we’re looking for the tree that the lightning did strike, past tense, I can kinda charge through the woods and know where to find it. Are you following?”
“But a true prescient,” Dana said, “can foretell the future. And I probably shouldn’t say the future, but rather a future. Because if you know what’s coming, you can work to change it, instead of just lying down and waiting to die. Lotta people who are prescient get scared by the idea that they can’t change their fate, but it’s totally flexible, so don’t panic.”
“Not panicking,” I said, pointing to myself.
“Good,” she said. “Most prescients see the future via their dreams, because the power is strongest when you sleep. It gets a little tricky, though, because the unconscious mind can add filler. Which can make the prescient messages kinda cryptic and challenging to decipher. But some powerful prescients also have waking dreams or visions. Although it just occurred to me that it’s entirely possible you’re not prescient, but psychic, which is also very cool. Prescient means your dreams and visions are about things that haven’t happened yet. Psychic means you see events that have already occurred, or maybe even as they’re occurring.”
I nodded. “I think I might be psychic,” I said. I watched waves crash onto the shore and swallowed. “Dana?”
“Do you think there’s a chance that…maybe I am prescient, and…Sasha’s still alive?”
Dana looked out at the water. Her eyes were glazed and unfocused. She looked profoundly sad.
Then she looked back at me, and it was as if she had snapped herself out of a trance. “No,” she said. And her voice was solid with conviction. “The sooner you stop thinking that, the better off you’ll be.”
Title: Night Sky
Authors: Suzanne and Melanie Brockmann
Release Date: September 1, 2015
Publisher: Sourcebooks Fire
Genre: Young Adult (Paranormal)
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Sixteen-year-old Skylar Reid is thrown into a strange world when she discovers that she has unique telekinetic and telepathic powers. After Sasha, the child she babysits, is kidnapped and believed to be murdered, Sky and her best friend Calvin are approached by Dana, a mysterious girl who has super-abilities similar to Sky’s. With the help of Dana and her sidekick Milo, the four teens embark on a quest to discover who killed Sasha, and to bring the killers to justice.
With Dana as Skylar’s surly and life-toughened mentor, Sky attempts to harness her powers to aid them in their quest. Complicating an already complex relationship with the older girl, Sky starts to fall for the dangerously handsome and enigmatic Milo – and begins to suspect that the attraction is mutual. But then Sky realizes that Sasha might still be alive, and the unlikely foursome’s mission becomes one of search and rescue, pitting the heroic teens against a very deadly enemy.
Suzanne Brockman, a New York Times and USA Today bestselling romance author, has won 2 RITA awards, numerous RT Reviewers’ Choice, and RWA’s #1 Favorite Book of the Year three years running. She has written over 50 books, and is widely recognized as a “superstar of romantic suspense” (USA Today). Suzanne and her daughter, Melanie Brockmann, have been creative partners, on and off, for many years. Their first project was an impromptu musical duet, when then-six-month-old Melanie surprised and delighted Suz by matching her pitch and singing back to her. Suzanne splits her time between Florida and Massachusetts while Mel lives in Sarasota, Florida. NIGHT SKY is Mel’s debut and Suzanne’s 55th book. Visit Suzanne at www.SuzanneBrockmann.com.
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