School for Psychics: Book One

School for Psychics: Book One

by K.C. Archer

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ISBN-13: 9781501159336
Publisher: Simon & Schuster
Publication date: 04/03/2018
Series: School for Psychics Series , #1
Pages: 368
Sales rank: 469,067
Product dimensions: 5.90(w) x 9.00(h) x 1.00(d)

About the Author

K.C. Archer is a pseudonym for the author of School for Psychics and The Astral Traveler's Daughter.

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School for Psychics


  • THE STRIP. IF THERE WAS any place in the world as appropriately named, Teddy Cannon didn’t know what it was. The Las Vegas Strip had been created for the sole purpose of stripping money from tourists, stripping clothing from women, stripping dignity from drunks, and stripping romance from weddings. And Teddy loved everything about it.

    Her cabdriver pulled into the entrance of the Bellagio, past the hotel’s famous fountains. He idled behind a stretch limo painted candy-apple red. It was slick and shiny and shockingly tasteless, even by Vegas standards. Teddy watched as a group of twentysomethings careened out of the limo, chanting, “Vay-gas! Vay-gas!” In the center of the group was an especially plastic-looking blonde wearing a tight dress, a tiara, and a pink party sash emblazoned with Birthday Girl. She’d probably spent her entire paycheck on that dress. Tonight she would drink too many cosmos and do something she would come to regret in the morning. There was only one place Teddy wanted to hang out with girls like that—at a poker table. They were easier to read than a copy of Us Weekly.

    The driver tapped the meter. “Twenty-two fifty.” Teddy resented having to shell out money for a cab, but she didn’t have a choice. She’d sold her beloved 2004 Volvo the day before. She’d gotten five grand for it, enough to bankroll tonight’s gambling.

    Teddy nodded but didn’t reach for her wallet just yet. Instead she returned her attention to the entrance to the hotel, trying to get a read on the crowd.

    “What’s the matter?” the driver asked. “You nervous?”

    “Me?” She adjusted her wig. Damn, it was itchy. “Never.”

    “Well, you should be. Let me tell you something. These casinos, little lady, they don’t lose.”

    She met his gaze in the rearview mirror. “Neither do I.” She paused. The rest of the sentence echoed in her mind: You sexist jerk. But she silenced her snarkiness, offering a more acceptable comeback: “Because I don’t play like a ‘little lady.’?”

    He laughed so hard that his considerable belly shook. Teddy knew her own belly wouldn’t shake like that. Because it was fake. One hundred percent cotton, with zero percent jiggle factor. “If you say so,” he said. “Las Vegas—everyone thinks they’re a winner!”

    Not everyone Just me.

    “You from around here?” he asked

    “Yeah.”

    “Funny. You don’t look Vegas.”

    Meaning, she supposed, she didn’t look like a stripper, a cocktail waitress, a showgirl, or even that plastic blonde. She couldn’t decide if it was a compliment or an insult. Wrong, in any case.

    Teddy Cannon was the epitome of Vegas. She’d grown up just a dozen miles away. And like the town itself, she was entirely self-invented.

    In seventh grade, she’d been given the task of researching her ancestors and presenting an oral report about her heritage. She’d put on a sad face, hoping to play on her teacher’s sympathy and skip out of the assignment altogether. “But Mrs. Gilbert,” she’d said, “I’m adopted. I don’t know anything about my ancestors.”

    Mrs. Gilbert, who was eight months pregnant at the time and supported by ankles that had swollen to the size of footballs, was crankier than usual. “Oh, for God’s sake, Teddy. Just make something up.”

    It had never occurred to her that she could. She’d researched her options and decided to become Irish. Not the cherub-faced, flame-haired, grinning-men-in-green-suits Irish. No, she was Black Irish. A perpetual outsider. A member of a cunning, brawling, down-on-their-luck people. Years later, she certainly looked the part. Medium height and slight of build, sharp angles rather than soft curves. Raven-haired and eyes so pale they appeared almost silver.

    Not that anyone would recognize her now.

    She wore a long ash-blond wig that hid her pixie-ish hair, and contact lenses that turned her silver eyes brown. Weighted undergarments packed thirty pounds and several years onto her slender twenty-four-year-old frame. She’d found clothing at a local thrift store: starched white blouse with faint perspiration stains under the arms, black rayon skirt that pulled at her hips, faux-leather leopard-skin pumps. Lots of cheap jewelry. She wanted to look like someone who’d made an attempt to doll herself up and didn’t realize she’d failed. She’d blend right in here.

    Her disguise ensured that no one would give her a second look. Because if anyone—namely security—did, she’d be screwed.

    The cabdriver had been her first test. She’d passed.

    She paid the fare, leveraged herself from the backseat, and headed for the casino’s revolving doors. Her panty hose rubbed between her padded thighs, emitting a distinct cricketlike chirp as she walked. Odds-on favorite for the most obnoxious noise in the universe.

    She stepped inside the Bellagio and moved through the lobby. She hadn’t left her apartment in weeks. God, the money, the greed. Bet more, win more! Shrill bells. Flashing lights.

    She tried to avoid flashing lights on principle, as they could trigger a seizure. She’d been diagnosed with epilepsy as a kid, and she took medication to prevent the wild, unpredictable episodes that would take hold of her (once, even, in the parking lot of the Luxor). She’d skipped her pills this morning. They dulled her senses. On meds, even walking from her parents’ couch to the fridge felt like moving through water instead of air.

    She looked at the ATMs to her right—available to those who had anything left to withdraw from their bank accounts. Some of that cash would end up in her pocket, if she made it past the overhead cameras. Getting past the facial recognition software would be tricky. She tucked in her chin and kept her gaze low.

    As she walked toward the tables, the words from MGM’s chief of security replayed in her head: Permanently banned from every casino on the Strip.

    The curse—delivered all those months ago, along with a restraining order—squeezed the air from her lungs. She slipped her hand into her purse, feeling for the prescription bottle just in case her body got the better of her, and walked on.

    It wasn’t like she was there to storm the casino’s vault Ocean’s Eleven–style. She just wanted to play a couple hands of poker. She had to play. She had to win. And she definitely, absolutely could not get caught. Teddy wouldn’t think about the life-altering consequences if she did.

    Except that was all she could think about.

    First there was the Sergei factor: Sergei Zharkov, a Vegas bookie who boasted connections to the Russian Mob. A bookie with the crooked grin of an underfed coyote. Who had pet names for each of his guns. Not someone you wanted to owe $270,352. Sure, Sergei had been great fun when she was winning. A laugh a minute. But once her luck dried up—well, let’s just say it had been a long time since she’d seen that trademark grin of his.

    But that wasn’t the worst of it. The worst was also the most stupendously stupid and seriously selfish thing she had ever done, atop a long list of majorly questionable decisions: she had forged three withdrawals from her parents’ retirement savings account. She’d taken $90,000, a deposit on the money she owed, to buy a little time. Show him she was good for it.

    Sergei had given her until the end of the week to pay him back in full. If she failed . . . If he decided to go after her parents for the rest of the cash . . . Teddy straightened her shoulders, refusing to let panic dig its ugly claws into her.

    A casino security guard strolled right past her, not even sparing her a glance. Good. Her plan was working. She could still fix everything. Take care of Sergei. Keep her parents safe. Pay all the money back before anyone found out what she’d done.

    The poker room was crowded, noisy. An attendant directed her toward an open table. Teddy took a seat. Texas Hold’em, no limit. She could play anything, but this was her favorite game.

    She cleared her throat and put on a syrupy Southern accent. “Can I buy some chips from one of y’all?” She emptied her purse on the table, sending her prescription bottle, coins, and receipts everywhere. That was her play: make everyone think she was dumb and drunk. Teddy extracted the crisp hundred-dollar bills and stuffed the rest of the debris back in her purse.

    The dealer, a reasonable-looking guy in his forties, rolled his eyes and exchanged her cash for chips. A cocktail waitress magically appeared at her side and asked what she wanted to drink. “Thanks, sugar,” Teddy said. “Can I have another rum and Coke, please?” Another, as though she’d been drinking all night. It was a nice touch, if she did say so herself, and Teddy hoped the other players at the table had caught it. Devil in the details and all that.

    Teddy rested her forearms against the table’s gold leather bumper, ran her fingers over the expanse of green felt. The nerves that had seized her just minutes earlier vanished, as they always did when she prepared to play.

    Teddy cracked her knuckles. This was it. Her last shot.

    The dealer sent her a nod. “Ready?”

    Was she ready? It had been months since she was in a casino. Five months, three days, and two hours, to be precise. She positively ached to play. “Absolutely.”

    The blinds placed their opening bets. Fifty and one hundred, respectively. Teddy shifted forward as the hole cards were dealt. She picked up total trash: eight-three off-suit. Fine. She’d fold early and get a read on the table.

    There were eight other players, plus the dealer. A few men in expensive suits, out-of-towners on business, she guessed. Sure, they wanted the bragging rights of a big win, but Teddy doubted they would risk the wrath of their wives at home to get it. Next: an attractive Chinese woman in her forties wearing a chunky diamond ring. She looked slightly bored. Maybe killing time while waiting for a show to start. Seated to the woman’s right were two guys in their fifties—regulars, probably. Solid players who knew the dealer by name.

    The last player slipped in just after Teddy did and took the chair to her left. Like her, he rested his forearms on the leather bumper while he played. He’d rolled back the sleeves of his blue dress shirt to expose forearms that were tanned and corded with muscle. She keyed in on his hands. Hands that looked strong and capable. She watched as he toyed with his chips. She felt her body flush. Damn. She didn’t have time for this.

    Teddy allowed her gaze to drift upward. Wide chest, broad shoulders. No tie, shirt unbuttoned enough to catch a glimpse of more skin. Then her gaze reached his profile, and she sucked in a breath. He was flat-out gorgeous. The kind of guy who, under normal circumstances, would instantly make her to-do list. Cheekbones, green eyes, a strong nose just crooked enough to keep him from being too pretty, like he’d been in a few fights but the other guys always came out looking worse.

    As though aware of her silent assessment, he turned slightly and acknowledged her with a tilt of his chin. He was even better-looking dead-on. Teddy forced her attention back to her cards. Tonight she had only one man on her mind: Sergei Zharkov.

    The next hand she drew better hole cards, picking up a pair of tens. She met the opening hundred and stayed in the game. One of the businessmen dropped out and so did one of the locals. Everyone else stayed in for the flop. The dealer turned three cards: five of clubs, jack of spades, seven of hearts.

    The Chinese woman raised another hundred. The remaining players got out of the way and folded, leaving it up to Teddy.

    Teddy knew the woman was bluffing.

    “But how do you know that?” her old friend Morgan had asked a year or two ago (whined like a six-year-old, really, if Teddy was being honest) after accompanying her to a casino and losing nearly a grand. “How do you know they’re bluffing?”

    Teddy could lecture all day long about tells. Watch their eyes—did they glance at their own chip stack or look away? Study their mouths—were their jaws relaxed or tense? If they touched their chips, it meant this; if they touched their cards, it meant that. But the real answer, at least for Teddy, came down to instinct. She knew because she knew. She never tried to explain it to anyone, because she thought it would sound ridiculous. It was kind of like how kids learned to count on their fingers without being shown. Just a way to work out a problem. She couldn’t tell exactly what people were thinking, but she could always tell if they were lying. For when they did, a feeling of anxiety so acute, so alarming, took over—it was as if every molecule in the universe were telling her to trust her gut.

    “You know that feeling when you’re walking down an alley and you think you’re being followed?” Teddy asked Morgan. “When you get into an elevator with someone who looks like a creep? When the voice inside your head shouts, THIS IS WRONG! and you have no choice but to listen?” But Morgan never understood, exactly. Anyway, Teddy learned early that it was easier to keep her explanations to herself.

    From a young age, Teddy’s gut had taught her a hard truth: everybody lies. Her father lied when her mother asked about her cooking; her classmates lied when the teacher asked about their homework; her supposed friends lied when she asked about their weekend plans. She couldn’t live in a constant state of anxiety, but she also couldn’t live with the constant heartbreak of knowing that the people she trusted were untrustworthy. So she’d done her best to shut out the feeling everywhere except the poker table. Her medication helped dull the feeling, too, but focus was harder. That’s why she’d skipped her pill tonight. Because tonight she needed every edge to win.

    Not a single casino had ever been able to prove she cheated. That’s because she didn’t—technically.

    Teddy looked at the woman and called the raise. The turn showed an eight.

    Without checking her cards, Teddy pushed in another pot-sized raise, which was more than the rest of her stack. Teddy sat very still, considering the woman across from her.

    “All in.” The woman said.

    That feeling overtook her—her pulse raced, sweat formed on her palms. The woman had nothing. She was bluffing.

    You can’t play me. I’m basically a human lie detector.

    “I think I’m gonna go all in, y’all. Is this how that works?” Teddy said as she pushed her remaining chips into the pot. Then Teddy smiled as the woman mucked her cards.

    * * *

    An hour passed, and then another. No big winners, no big losers. Teddy took down more pots than anyone else.

    God, she missed this—the waxy flutter of playing cards, the clatter of chips, and the clubby insider jargon that defined the game: the blinds, the flop, the turn, the river. But most of all, she missed who she was when she played. She felt . . . plugged in. Switched on. As though some essential part of her came to life only when she was seated at a casino table. She positively thrived here. Which made it even more obscenely unfair that she’d been banned from every casino on the Strip.

    The dealer lightly clapped his hands and stepped away from the table, indicating a shift change. Teddy tipped him and stood, taking the opportunity to unstick her skirt from her panty hose. As she waited for the new dealer to step in, Teddy glanced around the room. Her gaze landed on a man sitting by himself at the bar. She didn’t think she’d ever seen him before, but something about him caught her attention and held it. He was a big guy—NFL-linebacker big. Midfifties, African American, casual dress. But nothing else about him was casual. Unlike other patrons, he struck her as purposeful, as though waiting for something or someone. He looked suspicious, and she was sure her instincts would kick in to warn her. But they didn’t. Then he abruptly picked up his drink and left the room.

    * * *

    Things were going well: she was winning—almost fifty grand up—and no one seemed to have recognized her.

    A cocktail server made her rounds. “Gin and tonic,” the guy said, then gestured toward Teddy’s empty glass. “And a rum and Coke.”

    Teddy jerked her attention back to the table. “What? Oh, no, thanks. I’m fine.”

    “You certainly are.”

    A line? When I’m dressed like this? Do you think I’m an idiot?

    She didn’t need her instincts to know that he was a player. Her gaze slid to his left hand. No ring, but that didn’t mean anything. Not in a town like Vegas.

    She looked at the server. “Coke’s fine. Extra ice, skip the rum.”

    “Suit yourself.” The guy held out his hand. “I’m Nick, by the way.”

    “Te—” she started, then caught herself just in time. “Anne.”

    He smiled, cocked his head to one side, and drew his brows together as though deep in thought. “TeAnne? Interesting. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone named TeAnne before.”

    She played along. “Well, it’s an unusual name. A family name, actually. My mother’s TeJoan and my father’s TeJack.”

    “Ah.” He grinned. “That explains it.”

    She settled back in her chair. She knew how Vegas worked. She wasn’t naive enough to believe any of this was real. A guy like Nick could have any woman in the room. At the moment, she had all the sexual allure of a middle-school teacher with swollen ankles. No, he was trying to throw her off her game, win back some of his money. It wasn’t personal, just strategy.

    “And you’re just plain ol’ Nick,” she said.

    “Yup. Just plain ol’ Nick.”

    “Well, just plain ol’ Nick, nice stack of chips you’ve got there.”

    “Not as big as yours, though.”

    “You don’t play as well as I do.”

    “True,” he said. “Got any pointers?”

    “Sure. Quit while you’re ahead.”

    “That’s what you should do, TeAnne. Quit while you’re ahead.” Except he wasn’t smiling when he said it. Teddy flushed for a different reason altogether. Did he work for the casino? Or Sergei?

    Teddy refocused her attention on the table. She noticed that the businessmen had left, replaced by two of the plastic blondes who had pulled up in the limo earlier. A fat stack of chips sat between them. It was time to get to work. She had been playing tight all night. No big moves, no showy hands. But with the addition of the plastic blondes, the mood at the table shifted, like when she’d hit the accelerator on her old Volvo. Stakes shot up with each hand. Her winnings grew. The rest of the players leaned in.

    * * *

    A little after two in the morning, Nick caught her eye. The last few heavy losses had been his, but he wasn’t backing down. She peeked at her hole cards and made up her mind: he was her next target.

    She pushed every round. Raised big before and after the flop and again at the turn. She studied Nick. Again, Teddy waited for the feeling of anxiety to take hold, but nothing. Her body turned cold, so cold her skin pebbled. There was a faint metallic tang on her tongue.

    She spun around to find that the African-American guy she’d noticed earlier had returned. She tried to focus on the game, but now she couldn’t get a read on anyone. She couldn’t tell who was holding, who was bluffing. Her head pounded. Not a seizure—not now. She reached for the meds in her bag, her throat suddenly dry. Her hands shook and she spilled pills on the carpet. She bent down to gather them.

    When she looked up, she saw Sergei drifting by the tables, checking out the action. Teddy swallowed. He hadn’t noticed her, not yet, but if there was anything her bookie was good at, it was sniffing out weakness. Sure enough, his gaze landed on her. There was no recognition in his eyes, but his frown told her he was thinking. Teddy did not want to be the one to make Sergei Zharkov think.

    “Ma’am?” the dealer said. “Your bet.”

    Every sensation she experienced was magnified, the blast of the AC on her already cold skin, the itch of her wig, the feeling of pills in her hand. She could hear conversations from tables away as if they were unfolding next to her. Teddy’s vision swam as she tried to focus on her cards. A pair of jacks with one on the board, giving her three of a kind. She was up $50,000. A minute ago she’d thought her cards were enough to win, but now she wasn’t sure. She was playing blind. She shoved her entire stack of chips into the pot. It was an ugly move, but it was the only thing she could think to do. A gasp sounded around the table. Over one hundred thousand riding on a single card. The pit boss strolled over to watch. So did a pair of casino security guards.

    The other players folded fast. All eyes shot to Nick. He waited a beat. Then, his gaze fixed on Teddy, he met her bet. “You know,” he drawled, “it’s funny. All my life, I’ve been lucky with the ladies.”

    “That’s how the saying goes,” Teddy said. “Lucky in love, unlucky at—”

    The corner of his lip twitched as if he was fighting a grin. He flipped his cards.

    Two queens. A third sat on the board.

    She’d lost it all. Everything. Gone.

  • Reading Group Guide

    This reading group guide for School for Psychics includes an introduction, discussion questions, and ideas for enhancing your book club. The suggested questions are intended to help your reading group find new and interesting angles and topics for your discussion. We hope that these ideas will enrich your conversation and increase your enjoyment of the book.
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    Introduction

    Teddy Cannon isn’t your average American girl. She can read people with uncanny precision. What she doesn’t know, but will soon find out: she’s actually psychic.

    Teddy matriculates into the School for Psychics, where students are trained like Delta Force operatives. Graduates go on to serve at the highest levels of government and law enforcement, where they use their skills to protect America and the world.

    Teddy befriends a group of misfits with various psychic powers while developing her own abilities in telepathy and telekinesis. But just as she feels like she’s found a place she might belong, strange things begin to happen: break-ins, disappearing students, and more. It leads Teddy to form a dangerous plan that will cause her to question everything—her teachers, her friends, her family, and even herself.

    Topics & Questions for Discussion

    1. When the novel opens, the only power Teddy is sure she has is to know when someone’s lying. While that gives her a thrill at the poker table, it gives her a lot of social anxiety. “She couldn’t live with the constant heartbreak of knowing that the people she trusted were untrustworthy.” How has this affected her ability to form meaningful relationships? How does her time at Whitfield change this? How much is due to Teddy being able to develop her own abilities and how much is due to the specific people she’s meeting?

    2. Clint Corbett is able to convince Teddy that attending Whitfield is her best option. He helps her discover that she’s an astral telepath and offers private tutoring to develop that power. But he also manipulated her in the casino, stops their one-on-one sessions, and hides the fact that he knew her parents. Do you think Teddy can trust that he has her best interests at heart? Why or why not?

    3. On the boat to Angel Island, Teddy worries that “Whitfield was some sort of academy for wayward psychic millennials.” Yet she naturally gravitates toward a group that labels themselves Misfits. By segregating themselves from the Alphas, are they creating a self-fulfilling prophecy of never fitting in to any structured organization?

    4. Sergeant Boyd has no psychic ability but pushes all of the students to meet the physical requirements of highly trained operatives. She encourages the competition between the Misfits and the Alphas, dislikes bending the rules, but stresses that the enemy doesn’t play fair. Should she be more understanding of the type of student she is training? Or are routine, structure, and high expectations especially important for students like the Misfits?

    5. Teddy recognizes that Molly is “the first and only person who had understood her,” but their friendship is constantly put to the test. The reader always sees this relationship from Teddy’s point of view. We don’t even understand Molly’s involvement with the Patriot Corps until the end of the novel. How might the ups and downs of their relationship look from Molly’s point of view?

    6. Jeremy seems to care for Molly but is ultimately willing to put her at risk to fulfill the aims of the Patriot Corps. His inability to save his mother aligns him with men like General Paul Maddux, who believe the end justifies the means. When it comes to national security, do you agree? Even if you don’t, can you understand the mentality of those who do? Are you surprised Jeremy extends this belief into his personal relationships?

    7. During the mid-year exam, the selection of partners is supposed to be random. But most Misfits are paired with Alphas, except for Jeremy and Molly. In a school where both teachers and students have far-ranging psychic abilities, can Teddy ever trust coincidence? Are any of the skills she learns from non-psychic police procedure helpful in these situations?

    8. Kate and Teddy are partners in the mid-year exam. Once they’re betrayed, Kate continues to help Teddy, explaining “whoever messed with you on that course messed with me, too.” But as Teddy notes that it becomes easier to let Kate into her head, do you trust that she’s really Teddy’s ally? In a story where building and breaking down mental walls is so important, who is it safe for Teddy (and the reader) to trust?

    9. In the second semester at Whitfield, Teddy becomes Nick’s student. She also becomes his lover, but then uses him to break into the FBI. After Clint is shot, they agree to start over. What is each of them admitting by calling this truce? What do they have to offer each other?

    10. The case of Corey McDonald leads to Teddy’s meeting Derek Yates and understanding more about her birth parents than ever before. But she also has to come to terms with the fact that McDonald, whom she had presumed innocent, was actually a murderer. How did each of these revelations affect Teddy? What kind of emotional state was she in when she went to Nick’s apartment?

    11. Throughout the novel, Teddy dreams of a yellow house. Do you think on some level she always knew her birth mother was alive? Or is it possible that her mother, who has known psychic powers, is reaching out to her? How significant is it that after Teddy breaks in to FBI files, she can no longer get into the yellow house?

    12. Teddy blames herself for Molly’s fall. But she passes the final exam by admitting that the biggest lesson for her at Whitfield was how to trust her team. After stopping her private sessions with Clint, Teddy had also stopped attending Empathy 101. Is it fair to say she deserved to pass, even without attending? How notable is it that after this admission Teddy is finally able to control her astral telekinesis?

    13. Professor Dunn explains astral telekinesis as the future existing in “a state of probability.” Even without the psychic element, do you believe future possibilities can fluctuate? Or do you believe it’s more deterministic? Teddy’s beliefs ultimately decide her choice of action. Do your beliefs affect your choices?

    14. The novel ends with Jeremy, Brett, and Christine escaping and Derek Yates promising to “keep his word.” Do you think the mere existence of the Patriot Corps, or one lone wolf out for revenge, is a bigger threat to Teddy and the goals of Whitfield?

    Enhance Your Book Club

    1. Whitfield’s cafeteria does not serve red meat, alcohol, caffeine, or refined sugar. But Teddy is fairly impressed, noting “the buffet was something out of a pricey spa, featuring the sort of . . . feed-your-soul food that people were thrilled to overpay for.” What food and drink do you envision when you think of this? Try a pot-luck of those dishes the night of your book club!

    2. Teddy is able to build her psychic wall after spending some time on the meditation lawn at Whitfield. Does anyone in your group practice meditation? What benefits has it brought him or her? Would your group be willing to try a guided meditation practice?

    3. At first, Teddy only uses her abilities at the poker table. If your group played, do you think you could guess each other’s tells? Try a poker night and find out!

    Advice from a Real-life Psychic: Madalyn Todd-Aslan

    How did you discover you were psychic? How can I tell if I’m psychic?

    I was always psychic, I just didn’t know it. It was the way things were. Seeing strangers’ lives and memories when I walked by them, the past of a building, animals communicating, warning my mother when something bad was going to happen, hearing the phone ring before it did, who it was. Ordinary, day-to-day events we all experience. The thing with me is that it was all the time. Until I realized I was psychic—and honestly this took years and a lot of people telling me—and I learned to deal with it, I just thought I was crazy.

    How can you tell if you’re psychic? I think you probably are! If you’ve ever known something without being told, then you’re psychic. It’s intuition, to varying degrees. Like all animals, we’re born psychic—it’s a survival sense usually to avoid danger—and the proof with humans is in every single interaction with a newborn. Before understanding language, a baby will pick up the feelings and moods around her. How? Psychically! We are born with six senses to survive as best we can. Generally speaking, the safer your environment, the less psychic you need to be. When you’re really young, I don’t think you choose to be psychic. As you get older, then you can choose to develop it.

    How can I hone my psychic abilities?

    Practice, practice, practice! As with any talent, the more you study, learn, and train, the better you get. That’s why School for Psychics is such a fantastic idea, as well as a great book. Start by trusting your senses and intuition completely. That’s the hard part. Find the form that really interests you—astrology, palmistry, tarot, whatever speaks to you, and read all you can about it. It’s wonderful to find a discipline to study, the older the better, because A.) more wisdom, and B.) you learn how to channel your psychic abilities into something productive rather than being overwhelmed by random impressions you receive.

    When I first started there was no astrology book for kids—probably why I wrote one as my first published book for Penguin!—so I worked my way through my mom’s copy of Linda Goodman’s Sun Signs and guessed everyone’s sign at school. As I got older and people started coming to me for readings I became more interested in the reading aspect, which is all about helping, and that’s when I fell in love with palmistry. I LOVE READING HANDS. The hands still tell me more psychically than anything else. You’ll know when you’ve found your right medium because—for a while, anyway—you won’t be able to do anything else.

    Now there are schools and classes all over where you can learn. I started with a palmistry class in the East Village right next to NYU; five years later I was teaching at NYU, and six years after that I was teaching at London’s School for Psychic Studies in Kensington (where I’d gone to school as a child). It was founded in 1879, and with Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (Sherlock Holmes!) served as its president from 1900 to 1904. From where I’m talking to you now, in Norway, there’s a brilliant new school created in 2009 by HRH Princess Martha Louise of the Norwegian Royal Family, “SoulSpring,” which offers exactly that. As with any field, there are good and bad teachers, and you have to find the one(s) that work for you.

    Am I in control of the things that happen to me?

    That is the sixty-four million dollar question! We’re born with free will and choice. Palmistry supports this most visibly as the lines on your active hand change every three weeks. (I see day-to-day changes when the life is especially dramatic.) It’s a matter of opinion—are we in control or is there a larger force in control—but whichever you believe (and no one can prove anything either which way), I see there’s a LOT of wiggle room. In other words, we have choice of negotiation.

    You’re born to a certain family, environment, fate. But what you do with it? Up to you! Again, you can tell so much looking at your hands. If you’re right-handed, for instance, your left hand is the one you’re “born” with: your innate gifts and traits, genetics, your potential. Your right hand is what you DO with it. Here’s where the lines change constantly, depending on life’s circumstances and how you react to them. What I find has the most control over us is our habits and beliefs. These are the hardest things for any human to change. In readings, I do see events that are coming and I do tell people about them. Not to accept the inevitable, but to be prepared so you have the choice as to how to react. We have so much more power than we realize. And knowledge is power!

    Do you have any advice for finding love through psychic connection?

    I do, but I am really, really careful about what I tell clients in this area! So many are steered in the wrong direction here. Not only by quacks in the business (why I think there must be licensing in the psychic field, as there is in therapy), but by our own human illusions, needs, and often sad history. I work hardest on the love question, combining palmistry, astrology, my own psychic sense, as many findings as I can. I did readings for years and years before I charged anything because of this. The New York Times dubbed me “The Love Guru” for being able to connect people successfully in love (in an article they did on me), but I feel I can never be too careful in this area. So—it’s a long answer, how to find love through psychic connection, but in brief: do NOT go through just sun sign compatibility. You need to draw up your entire chart, both partners’ charts, examine the relationships house, the pertinent planets such as Venus and Mars, natal and progressive charts, and study the heart line on both hands, as well as all the lines together. I’ve been doing this for so long I can usually tell right away, but my advice is to study, train and practice some thirty years before you try this!

    How can I use my psychic abilities to choose a career?

    I often see what clients’ children will do for their careers, but again this is after thirty years of practice. You can’t really use your psychic abilities to choose a career. You can use psychic knowledge to help or guide you in what you do best or what might make you happiest. In general, career choice is best found through study of the hands, the fate line of which runs through the middle of the hand vertically, and in your astrological chart the position of the tenth house which rules career and life path.

    You can find out more about Madalyn Todd-Aslan by visiting her website or following her on Twitter and Facebook.

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    School for Psychics: Book One 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 22 reviews.
    Michelle_Palmer More than 1 year ago
    All that Teddy Cannon knows is that she knows when people are bluffing in poker and that makes her a good poker player. It has also gotten her banned from every casino on the strip and in debt to a Russian mobster. Suddenly Clint shows up and helps her out of a scrape, tells her she is a psychic, and offers her a spot in a school that trains psychics to help various law enforcement agencies. She is leery and sullen but the school will pay off her debt and the money she stole from her parents retirement account so she goes along. The book is far from perfect. Whiny twenty-somethings are annoying. However, the story is intriguing. Teddy is very impulsive and makes terrible decisions but the adultier adults around her also make some bad decisions. I gave it 4 stars because I really want to read the rest of the series to see how the bigger story plays out and that is worth 4 stars to me.
    CLynnT More than 1 year ago
    This is the first book of a much-anticipated series about Teddy Cannon and her fellow students at a government-sanctioned school to train psychics who are graced in various levels of capability. Teddy can read your mind; another can see the future, and another can start a fire with the touch of his finger, and so on. The imagination and mix make for an interesting cast of characters who sometimes like, sometimes despise one another. If you’re a young reader and enjoyed the Dragon Tattoo books, you’ll enjoy this, but thankfully this book doesn’t have such graphic sex. It’s a little heavier on the imagination and less so on human evil. Teddy’s trying to improve herself, crawling out of the pit of debt she’s created for herself by her extreme weakness to gamble in Vegas. Her choice was pretty much down to attend this school r be killed by her bookie. She’s vigorously trying to live, but she doesn’t lose her sense of humor and desire in the process. I’m looking forward to the next chapter of Teddy and her classmates as they graduate and venture into the real purpose of their training. (I received an advance copy of this book from NetGalley in exchange for an unbiased review. Thank you to Simon & Schuster and NetGalley for making it available.)
    Anonymous 4 months ago
    Cant wait till the next one is released!
    CherylandMattD More than 1 year ago
    Teddy Cannon doesn't know why she is so good at being able to tell what someone's has for cards in poker. She doesn't realize she's psychic. She's been kicked out of college and has had several run ins with the law. Then, one night in Vegas she meets someone who tells her about her psychic ability and offers to help her wipe her slate clean (including paying her adopted parent's retirement plan back) if she comes to a school for people with special abilities like hers. She meets several other people her age and begins to make friends. Then, she starts finding out bits of information about her birth parents. Her desire to find out more about them puts her friends at risk. I enjoyed this book. It was one of the books that I didn't want to stop reading at night. I would look at the clock and it would be 3 in the morning and I still would think I could read just a few more pages. I can't wait for the rest of the books in the series to come out! **I was given this book in return for a honest opinion**
    PattySmith87 More than 1 year ago
    I received an ARC from Netgalley in exchange for an honest review. Meet Teddy, a young girl from Las Vegas who has a knack for reading people at the poker tables. We learn that she is down on her luck, living out of her parent’s garage, having recently been kick out of Stanford. Her adopted parents hope that she will get her life together, but that’s not very likely since we meet her, sneaking into a casino having stolen all of her parent’s savings and hoping to make it big at the poker tables. She is in disguise because she has been banned from every casino for what they believe is cheating although they can’t prove it. She just has a knack for knowing when people are lying. It is something she has always had sixth sense. It hasn’t encouraged her to have a lot of trust for her fellow man keeping her at arm’s length from every relationship. Teddy needs to win big because she owes money to a Russian mobster. Well, she gets taken for all of her cash at the poker table and just before she gets found out by the mob help comes in the form of a huge linebacker of a man named Clint. Through mind control he whisks her out of the casino and offers her a way out. It turns out that he believes Teddy has psychic ability and that is why she can read people so well at the card table. He invites her to attend a special school that develops psychic ability in order to help different law enforcement agencies. To turn her life around, get out of the trouble she is in and be able to develop her abilities to do good in the world is what make Teddy agree to enrol. The story continues as she completes her first year, but not without a mystery to solve including the secret of her past, and learning lots about herself and allowing friends to make the difference in her new world. I loved this book! I couldn’t wait to keep reading each chapter to see what was going to happen next. I found the characters were well developed, three dimensional and you were invested in what was going to happen to them. The whole psychic angle was so much fun, especially as you got to learn of all the different kinds of psychic abilities. I’m just saying - I wouldn’t mind some heat - am I right ladies! Don’t worry - all PG. The mystery was exciting and since Teddy is adopted, secrets from her past including who her parents are become of interest. Since psychics can’t “read” other psychics, Teddy never knows fully who she can trust and who is on her side. This is billed as book 1 so I hoping this is one of a multiple book series. Teddy has completed one year of her program so I’m guessing there could be a book each year of her school. I can’t wait until the next book will be released.
    KimBnAZ More than 1 year ago
    Grown up Harry Potter fans, rejoice. Here is a novel that includes all of the quirkiness and entertaining features of Harry Potter, in a much darker and adult setting. While Harry Potter contained a school for witches and wizards, the Whitfield Institute is a school for those that excel in more extra-sensory skills, such as mind-reading and telekinesis. The School for Psychics takes a fascinating look at abilities that are still beyond most people’s everyday lives. A world that most of us can’t even imagine being a part of. We meet Teddy in Las Vegas, where she has gambled herself into a corner. She’s an epileptic with the ability to read people. She has bounced around through school and jobs. Teddy is a lost soul. She is drifting with no real ambition or direction. Living in her adoptive parents garage and in trouble with a Russian mob loan shark, there really isn’t anywhere for her to go when The Whitfield Institute for Law Enforcement Training and Development is thrown on her table. Teddy is a protagonist to be liked. She may not always make the best decisions, but she is relatable, funny, and spunky. K.C. Archer does a great job of making Teddy a three dimensional character with real faults and attributes. You want to root for Teddy. You hope for Teddy to succeed. You groan when Teddy fails or again falls into old behavior patterns. It’s always important for me to be able to connect on some level with the main character in a book. To have something about her be identifiable to me. K.C. Archer accomplishes that with Teddy. In fact, most of the characters in this novel are well written and intriguing. Teddy’s roommate Jillian, who can communicate with animals, is endearing and funny. Molly, an empath, is rather tragic and weak. K.C. Archer’s story weaves and twists and turns leaving me unable to wait to turn the page. I sped through this book wondering what was going to come next. The Whitfield Institute is both mysterious and unusual. The setting of San Francisco’s Angel Island is the perfect location for a book about a supernatural school with supernatural students. I dare anyone who enjoys paranormal fiction to be able to put this book down. Books in serial format tend to be some of my favorites, as I enjoy connecting with the characters. Knowing that the last page of the book doesn’t mean that I’ll never see them again. I will anxiously await the next book in this series. Truly wondering what is next for Teddy and her band of Misfits. (So please, K.C. Archer, don’t be teasing with that “book one” thing.) Don’t read this book if you’re looking for a book based in reality. While there may very well be psychics and empaths and clairvoyants among us, and even a school for them, it’s unlikely that you’ll find one on every corner. For me escapism is the best part of reading, and this is clearly a work of fiction. Or is it?
    Meldawoman More than 1 year ago
    Thank you to NetGalley for an ARC in exchange for my candid opinion. I love this series. It is perhaps a bit simplistic, but a great premise for a new series. Teddy is having trouble in her life.....she can't get her life together and she ends up in trouble in Vegas. Her only out....to attend a school for Psycics. She has felt like a misfit all of her life, and finally finds her place among other misfits--all of whom have some type of psychic ability. Such as mindreading, clairvoyance, conversing with animals, conversing with the dead, seeing the future, controlling fire, amoungst other things. She attends a school which is a secret school that is a joint venture between law enforcement agencies and people with psychic abilities. Of course, she and her group of friends end up in the middle of a situation that goes way be;yond the school. This is an excellent start to a new series and I look forward to seeing where this band of misfits goes from here. I couldn't put it down and read it in a day. Anyone who loves Harry Potter or the Hunger Games will love this new book.
    jmchshannon More than 1 year ago
    You go into every book you read hoping that it is going to be an engrossing read. It does not have to become your most favorite book ever, but you have certain expectations that the book is going to capture your attention and whisk you off to a different world. A good book leaves you satisfied. A really good book leaves you feeling like you won the book lottery. For me, School for Psychics had me feeling like it was written just for me. Take any boarding school novel, add adult students, throw in a mystery, a government conspiracy, missing people, military training, and psychic powers and that is School for Psychics. It is so unbelievably fun. Because all of the students are over twenty, there is none of the teen angst that typically fills boarding school novels. The whole thing has a freshness about it specifically because the characters are adults and over the legal drinking age. Sex and alcohol are not the forbidden temptations they are for the underage crowd; no one is experimenting in any capacity outside of their psychic abilities. It is refreshing to be able to put aside my parenting hat and enjoy the characters. The psychic abilities the students each exhibit are enviable, but Archer makes sure to show the downsides of superpowers. These are adults first and superheros after that, so we still have plenty of human drama to ratchet tension. Plus, as the first novel in a series, there are plenty of unanswered questions to keep you guessing. Only one of the questions left unanswered is just what the government has in mind for its psychic school graduates. (For the record, I envision a Buffy-esque type scenario like the one in Season One, Episode Eleven "Out of Sight, Out of Mind" where we last see the invisible girl in a classroom with other invisible students getting ready to learn the art of assassination and infiltration courtesy of the FBI.) School for Psychics pretty much has everything I like in one novel and nothing I don't like. Intrigue and drama? Check. Strong female characters? Check. Decent writing? Check. A mystery and potential cover-up? Check. Superpowers? Check. I tore through this novel in one sitting and am already scouring the Internet for the release date of the second book. Objectively I know that this is not a novel that is going to be popular nor is it one I would recommend to everyone. However, if you are looking for a little fun, action-packed paranormal adventure/boarding school mystery, then this is the novel for you.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Exciting page-turner.
    Caroldaz More than 1 year ago
    I have to start by copying what another reviewer said, “I inhaled this book, ignoring chores and everything else”! Brilliant plot, amazing characters, telekinetics, psychics, astral telepaths, it was all here! The story was reminiscent of the Harry Potter series, which I adored. This book is not about magic, but more about psychical development. Teddy, a 24 year old gambling addict, owes a fortune to a loan shark. She is recruited by an organisation which will train and develop those with special abilities, like telekinesis, telepathy and so forth. If she accepts to work with them, her debt to the loan shark will be erased. The story was also about friendships, trust, working within a team and a little romance too! I just loved it and can’t wait for the second book in the series to come!
    JuliW More than 1 year ago
    Theodora "Teddy'' Cannon is an intelligent, strong and spirited woman, but sometimes her personality just leads her down the wrong path. But really, if you can read people....really read people....see when they are lying, bluffing, etc....why not use that talent to win at gambling? Teddy doesn't care that every casino in Vegas has banned her. She just puts on a disguise, and goes anyway. She owes money to some dangerous people and then took money from her parents to help pay that loan....she has to win. Without getting noticed. But she does get noticed. Not by security. But by a representative of a school. Turns out, Teddy isn't just talented at reading people. She's psychic. The Whitfield School trains psychics for law enforcement and military programs. It's a tough place where everyone has to earn their spot. When students start disappearing, Teddy learns there is more going on behind the scenes at Whitfield than most realize. Can she and her misfit friends figure out exactly what's going on? This was such a fun book to read! The plot is creative and entertaining. The story had me hooked quickly. Teddy makes some bad decisions, but I still really like her as a main character. She has flaws, but she's loyal to her friends. Whitfield has a lot of secrets, and Teddy is determined to find them out. This book is a great start to a series! I can't wait to find out what happens next! I will definitely be reading the next book when it comes out! **I voluntarily read an advance readers copy of this book from Simon & Schuster via NetGalley. All opinions expressed are entirely my own.**
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    I finishedit in a day, definitely a page turner. Only a little irritating that she didn't peg one of the bad guys sooner. I would read the next book if there is one coming.
    Jolie More than 1 year ago
    Loved the storyline but didn't like the main character. Teddy drove me crazy for almost the entire book. I didn't like her and thought she was very abrasive and self-centered. I did start to like her at the very end of the book. I thought the storyline, while not original, was very well written. It kept me captivated. I did think that the book raised more questions than answered them. Saying that, I need to read book 2 to see if they are answered there.
    Yzabel More than 1 year ago
    [NOTE: I received a copy of this book through Netgalley.] An enjoyable fast-read when it came to the ‘psychic powers’ theme. I really liked the premise: a young woman who’s been making questionable decisions, and gets a second chance in a school for people with psychic abilities, where they’re trained to protect and server… but a few people on the inside have different agendas, and it’s a constant game of trying to figure out what’s at stake, and if it’s going to be a bunch of revelations, or something much more lethal. The powers the students have are varied, ranging from precognition to telepathy and even pyrokinesis, and I liked how the novel tried to bring a scientific approach to it: after all, they’re training people who’re going to end up working for the FBI or NSA. The first scene also engaged me from the beginning, what’s with Teddy being banned from Las Vegas casinos, but still sneaking into one, disguised as a different woman, to hopefully win the money she owes a Russian crime boss, because otherwise her own parents will be targeted. Well, OK, nevermind that she should never have let things go that far, all the more if she’s so good at reading people at the poker table, but ‘questionable decisions’ being a key here, alright, I can go with that. On the other hand, I never really got a good feeling for Teddy, or for the other characters. Some of them had a sort of ‘larger than life’ vibe, with their quirks (the animal medium who likes doing yoga naked, the ex-cop who’s a charmer and can literally set things on fire, the hacker who’s also an empath…); but they remained fairly one-dimensional. Teddy barely thought of her family except in the beginning, we know nothing of the others except for a couple of things like ‘his family’s rich and he has a boat’, and so when the story took a more action/heist-oriented turn, it was hard to root for them. The other thing I didn’t like—and which contributed to my not enjoying the sotry as much as I hoped—was the globally juvenile aspects. These people are 20-something (Teddy’s 24, and Pyro must be at least 25 considering he served in the police for some time, and I doubt you just start there at 15 or so), but the whole Whitfield academy had a strong high school feeling, and I constantly thought I was reading a YA novel when in fact it was marketed as geared towards adult, with adult characters. I don’t mind YA in general, even though I have my gripes about a lot of books; I don’t think that ‘because it’s YA, it’s necessarily stupid and uninteresting.’ This said, the aforementioned gripes involve a certain number of tropes that I find cringe-worthy, such as the mandatory romance and love triangle, the professor who immediately favours certain students and begrudges the heroine and her friends, or the whole ‘school stars vs. misfits’ aspect. And those tropes were clearly present here, to the point of making me forget that those characters were, uh, two years from going to work for the FBI? Suspension of disbelief was then shattered every time forensics or the shooting range was mentioned; it’s like the story couldn’t make up his mind about whether it was meant to be about teenagers or about adult people. Not sure if I’ll be interested in the sequel.
    MugsyMae More than 1 year ago
    Take a group of twenty-something psychics, at a sequestered school off the coast of San Francisco, trying to learn how to control/master their special gifts for the greater good, add drama, irreverence, intrigue, conspiracy, and a little personal growth, and you end up with an entertaining, sometimes funny, stay-up-all-night read. I really enjoyed this. Can't wait for the next book in the series!
    CLynnT More than 1 year ago
    This is the first book of a much-anticipated series about Teddy Cannon and her fellow students at a government-sanctioned school to train psychics who are graced in various levels of capability. Teddy can read your mind; another can see the future, and another can start a fire with the touch of his finger, and so on. The imagination and mix make for an interesting cast of characters who sometimes like, sometimes despise one another. If you’re a young reader and enjoyed the Dragon Tattoo books, you’ll enjoy this, but thankfully this book doesn’t have such graphic sex. It’s a little heavier on the imagination and less so on human evil. Teddy’s trying to improve herself, crawling out of the pit of debt she’s created for herself by her extreme weakness to gamble in Vegas. Her choice was pretty much down to attend this school r be killed by her bookie. She’s vigorously trying to live, but she doesn’t lose her sense of humor and desire in the process. I’m looking forward to the next chapter of Teddy and her classmates as they graduate and venture into the real purpose of their training. (I received an advance copy of this book from NetGalley in exchange for an unbiased review. Thank you to Simon & Schuster and NetGalley for making it available.)
    RIQuarterly More than 1 year ago
    The ages in this book feel wrong. Our protagonist, professional gambler and amateur psychic Teddy, is twenty-four but her adventures at the eponymous institution at which she is quickly enrolled are definitely YA, even down to the hot guys who are into her, and which one will she choose? It’s weird. Is it supposed to be a commentary on how easy it is to regress when adult responsibilities are removed from our shoulders? Or even just a commentary on how millennials need to grow up, or something? Whatever the motivation, something here just feels very off – if Teddy were seventeen, it would get a higher star rating; it is an enjoyable, often gripping, read otherwise. Get her a fake ID and she could still have gambled and everything. 2 1/2 stars. -- Clara Shipman * This review appeared in the April, 2018 issue of Romantic Intentions Quarterly.
    PatD More than 1 year ago
    Twenty-something Teddy is rescued from a dangerous situation in a casino by a quiet mysterious stranger who offers her a fresh start. Come to San Francisco to a special law enforcement training school and her debts and threats to family would be dealt with. Teddy has always been able to read people when playing poker but the stranger's assertion that she has psychic abilities leaves her wondering if this could really work out for her. Her life has been a mess and she hates disappointing her adoptive parents yet again. So she takes the deal and is plunged into a new world of fellow misfits and training. This book covers her freshman year and her interactions with fellow students, faculty, and outside forces-good and bad. I definitely want to read the next book in this series!
    Momma_Becky More than 1 year ago
    School for Psychics is a fast-paced read that is a little bit conspiracy mixed with some mystery and a touch of possible romance. We have a group of misfits with special abilities thrown together at a school designed to help them hone those abilities and make them into crime fighters. All of this should've had me in its clutches from the start. Sadly, the actual story didn't even come close. Our main character, Teddy, is unlikable from the start, then we have the rest of her classmates, who aren't much better. I realize that with a series, there is time to stretch out world and character building, but this group of misfits are almost interchangeable. They're all at this school as a last resort - not because they want to be, but because they don't have any other choices. Instead of making the most of a last chance opportunity, they continue to break the rules and don't seem to learn from their mistakes. I expected young adult, but this bunch of twenty somethings act more like hormone driven high school students. All of this combined to make for a story that just didn't pull me in and make me want to keep reading.
    Candice_S More than 1 year ago
    Oh. My. God. This book. I am SO FRIGGING HAPPY that this is the first book in a new series because, holy crap. I need to read many many many many more chapters to this story. Teddy Cannon is a scrappy, bright, resourceful woman - who finds herself in massive debt to a Russian mobster and living in her parents garage. When a mysterious stranger appears in her life, offering her an out if she will agree to enroll in a top secret School for Psychics, Teddy realizes that she may have finally found somewhere that has the answers to the strange abilities she's always had. Learning to hone skills she never understood, and making a group of friends that are just as strange as her, Teddy finally begins to settle in, until she finds herself in the middle of a dangerous situation that causes her to question everything and everyone in her new life. K.C. Archer has NAILED IT with this book. Quick paced, intriguing, mysterious, and quirky - I inhaled this book in one sitting. It completely captured me and will be added to the list of books that left me wishing desperately that I had awesome magical (in this case, telekinesis) skills. I am so excited for this book to hit shelves April 3rd so I can recommend this for my next book club read. Seriously guys, if you want a twist on a mystery read, THIS IS IT.
    PegGlover More than 1 year ago
    4.5 stars Twenty-four-year-old Teddy Cannon is in trouble. She’s petrified of the possible consequences, to her and her family, if she’s unable to satisfy the loan shark’s demand. Teddy shudders at the thought of her innocent, loving parents, being targeted by the mob. So even though Vegas has banned Teddy from their casinos, she feels as if she has no choice, but to go and try to win enough money to pay off her debt. Teddy dons what she feels is a good enough disguise. It’s not. It is at the casino, where Teddy meets the man who will change her life. After this mysterious stranger, saves Teddy from a couple of mobsters, using only his mind-control ability, Teddy decides to take him up on his offer; to attend the school for psychics. The thing was, though, Teddy didn’t think she had much in the way of psychic power; this man, however, knew differently. Unbeknownst to Teddy, the school she was about to attend, was really a training center for classified government work. The graduates from this school for psychics, become part of a secret task force, to protect America. I quickly became engrossed in the story and its characters. I found them to be unique, quirky, and fascinating. School For Psychics is a well-written and enjoyable read. Thank you, Simon & Schuster and NetGalley, for my advanced review copy.
    Rosemary-Standeven More than 1 year ago
    This is an enthralling start to a new psychic series. The Whitfield Institute is gathering and training young adults with psychic powers to hone their talents, so that they can work with the FBI, police and other law enforcement to keep the country safe. Teddy is a very successful gambler – so successful that she has been banned from every poker table in Las Vegas. Unfortunately, she needs to make a lot of money very quickly, so disguises herself to get into a poker game at one of the big casinos. Teddy has always been able to when someone is lying, so calling a bluff in poker is second nature. What she does not realise, is that this is a manifestation of her psychic ability. Even less does she realise, that the “flat-out gorgeous” guy at her table is not what he seems, and this is the one time that her ‘6th sense’ is going to go seriously wrong. Her only option is to take up Clint’s ‘offer’ of enrolment at the Whitfield Institute. The set-up at the Whitfield Institute is very familiar – the recruits fit neatly into two teams – the Alpha jocks, and the Misfits. Teddy, of course, is a Misfit. Everyone gets a room-mate (something utterly inconceivable to any non-American – why can’t they have their own rooms, like adults?). Teddy is paired with Jillian, who converses with birds. The tutors come in ‘nice’, ‘sadist’, ‘nice & handsome’, and ‘irresistible’. Apart from the faculty, there is also a recruit, who sets Teddy’s pulse racing. It was very fast-paced and twisted all over the place. Adversaries become friends, and friends start acting in suspicious ways. Teddy has always been bad at relationships, and always looked after number one. Now, she needs help, and has to finally choose where to place her trust. There are secrets everywhere, covert missions, mental breakdowns, students who want to save the world, love affairs …. It all reminded me so much of the glossy US TV series “Quantico”, but with the addition of psychic talents (and better characters!). Hopefully, it will remain at this high level, and not descend into a ridiculous third series as “Quantico” did. I really enjoyed this rollercoaster story, and I look forward to the next instalment. I received this copy from the publisher via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review