"What the hell is going on?" James muttered to himself, staring in bewilderment at the book in his hands. It was a peculiar tome, one that had been gathering dust on his shelf for ages, until tonight's insomnia had led him to it. The pages fluttered open of their own accord, revealing images that were definitely not part of the library's usual collection. He blinked, rubbing his eyes, sure he was hallucinating. He receive...