Tomb of the Queen (Book 1)

After using the back of her hand to push her glasses higher on her nose, she pulled the manuscript closer and started over. Her fingers touched the words…

It happened again. Stars, and shapes, and this time, a sense of purpose. Of power. Of pain.

When she came back to herself, she realized she’d ripped off the glove and had her palm flat on the page. She yanked her hand away, and a chill like cold water flowed down her body. Her scalp. Neck. All the way to her toes inside her vintage mules. A scent—something like roses and woodsmoke—curled through the air to overwhelm the more familiar smells.
What in the world?

She was breathing too quickly, couldn’t get a full breath. Her vision blurred again, and tiny lights, lime and grass green, floated around her face in a scattered array of stars. Pressing her palms against her thighs, she took three very slow, deep breaths. The bizarre hum in her fingers was nothing to worry about. She’d probably just pinched a nerve trying to read in an awkward position last night. It was already fading. But the stars floating around her head? They weren’t in her line of vision—not internal, an effect of her own brain. She clutched the edge of the table. The stars circled her like birds. What. The. Heck?

She reached for the page, and as her thumb brushed the ancient calligraphy, the lights spun gracefully around her head. She assessed her body carefully. That strange coldness slid through her, making her remarkably alert. Was she going to pass out? Should she call for help? No. She was fine. If seeing a river of stars flowing around her head could be called fine. But she wasn’t dizzy anymore. She wasn’t sliding off her stool onto the cold floor.

It was...glorious, really. Almost as if she had control of the magnificent swirl.
Heart pounding in her ears, Jayne finally let her curiosity defeat her fear. She reached for those tiny specks of light.

They threw her into another world.