Alice flipped the cover open and looked down at the first page. It was a solid block of text, but the characters were in a language she didn't recognize, all strange curls and crossed lines. There was something off about them, as though they were out of focus, and she felt herself going cross-eyed. Then the print moved, with a crawling sensation that seemed to go straight from the page to the back of her eyeballs, and formed itself into familiar English words. "Wait a minute--" Ashes said. Alice read: Alice opened her eyes in another place entirely. It was dark after the brightness of Isaac's fire... Excerpted from The Forbidden Library by Django Wexler All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.