An Excerpt from Chapter Eight
When she reached the shelf where the large atlases were kept, she stopped short. Something caught her eye. Alex could swear something moved on the spine of one of the large hardbound atlases.
That’s weird, she thought. Carefully, she leaned closer. Just at that moment the room darkened. She spun around.
“Oh for crying out loud,” she chided herself. “It was nothing. Just clouds moving across the sun.”
She felt a bit foolish. She turned back to the shelf where she’d seen the trick-of-light moments earlier.
Something was moving.
Alex stared. Something was definitely moving, something on the spine of the book. The words! The black letters on the spine of the book were moving. They jumped. Floated. Dived. They swam around like alphabet soup. They crawled over each other like spiders in a nest. Or ants. Black ant-letters climbed onto the backs of other black ant-letters then fell down again. It was almost as though there were words hidden underneath other words, scrabbling to get out.
Alex could not read what it said any longer.
She could not read anything. The movement was making her head spin.
She reached up, rubbed her eyes and tried to focus. She looked intently at the spine of the book and tried to get her eyes to do that thing you have to do when you look at stereogram posters with hidden 3D images. But that didn’t help either. The letters were still swimming around and around and around.
Swimming and swooping and diving. Swirling and churning.
Spinning and climbing and falling until the room spun with it.
Her brain buzzed. And so did she. Her knees folded underneath her and Alex fell to the ground in a faint.