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Night Sky (Night Sky #1)
Author: Suzanne and Melanie Brockmann
Genre: YA Paranormal
Release Date: September 1, 2015
Publisher: Sourcebooks Fire
Description:
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.
“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 on Saturday 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 just
know 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?”
I nodded. 
“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?”
“Yeah?” 
“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.”
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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