"As Katie slept, the Running Moon turned red. Strange visions filled the spreading darkness, and Katie groaned in her sleep. Drummers beat out a frenzied rhythm that made her heart race. She wanted it to stop, but it went on at a terrifying pace. Her skull hurt, each beat making her head pound fiercely. As the pounding drums reached a crescendo, a face, as cruel as it was evil, emerged from the thick blackness. This dark visage was the face of a warrior, one who commanded great power. His black eyes looked right through Katie. She turned to run away, but her feet were glued to the ground. Advancing toward her, he raised a knife
For the first time, Katie noticed that she was holding a book of some kind, a thick sheaf of yellowed papers bound in a leather cover. As the evil warrior brought his knife down sharply, Katie raised the book over her head to defend herself. The blade pierced the book, stopping just inches from her face "