To stop invisible forces from harming her sister and lovers—then rippling out to damage the world—Madeline LaRue must use physics and metaphysics to learn the secrets of psychic power and transmute it through body and soul.
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Although estranged from her twin sister Blanche over belief in the supernatural, Madeline LaRue still runs to her side when Blanche calls for help. Strange phenomena are occurring at New Atlantis, the fortress home of Blanche’s lover, Dru Montclair—a superstar celebrity whose mission is to inspire global peace through music and the model community he has created at New Atlantis.
Madeline is the only person who can help, because she is a powerful psychic. She sees this gift as a curse more than a boon and has fought to suppress it since childhood. Her faith lies in science, not in forces she can neither see nor understand. But to help Blanche, she must willingly confront her power and learn its secrets: how it works; why no one can prove psychic power exists; and why, through history, the bearers of such powers have been ridiculed, persecuted, or destroyed.
More frightening for her, Madeline must learn to embrace and harness her own power in order to transform the negative energies massing around Blanche and Dru into positive energies, before the gathering evil ripples outward into the world. In the process, she must untangle star-crossed lovers and identify her soulmate among them, for those relationships seem to be generating all the energies involved.
Faith in science finally leads Madeline to the Möbius strip, a mathematical symbol, which transports her beyond occultism to the transition point between physics and metaphysics. There the truth awaits, if she can survive long enough to find it.
No one was abroad to see me dash across the lawn to the empty carriage house. I flung myself into Blanche’s bathroom to wheeze and sob until I could draw a full breath. At that point I realized I was crouching in the dark, so I stood and groped the walls until my fingers found a light switch. Twenty globes surrounding a mirror came on like a supernova. I squinted past them, taking stock of tangled hair, swollen lips, unzipped top, trembling fingers. My pheromone contrail surely glowed in the dark.
I fumbled for my bag, found it no longer attached to me. Oh great -- must be somewhere in the circle. Now I had to go back to paw the trampled grass and demon stones. My big flashlight, of course, was still in the Tiger. How I wished my car was parked in the circle and ready to blast off on ignition! Instead, I had a psychic bulldozer blade shoving me toward the edge of a cliff.
No, no, no -- I refused to plunge into the abyss below me. Down there lay the cop-out of believing in untruths. How easy it would be to explain spooks and glows and coincidences as supernatural -- even as karma, given how hard chance had worked to restore my lover to me. Most New Atlanteans would attribute my strange visions tonight to psi phenomena. But not me.
I never forgot that early humans thought fire was magic. Until mere decades ago, no one could imagine walking on the moon. Life still contained things we couldn’t see, things we didn’t know, that affected our reality. So if I happened to be suffering from an unprecedented string of unbelievable events in one place within a few hours, there must be an explanation. Something rational and comprehensible, and some reason they seemed to revolve around me.
Logic insisted that these aberrations were connected. Foolish of me to let Buck run away. Again. I should have found out when and how he was leaving, and grilled him about his time with the New Atlanteans. Well, the night was not over; he was somewhere on the compound; I might as well search for him. I could forgive his panicked sprint since I’d done the same—characteristically, in opposite directions. All the more strange that we’d both ended up here!