书名：A Discovery of Witches发现女巫：魔法觉醒

作者：Deborah Harkness

出版社名称：Penguin Books

出版时间：2011

语种：英文

ISBN：9780143119678

商品尺寸：10.8 x 4.8 x 17.2 cm

包装：平装

页数：752（以实物为准）

美国历史学教授黛博拉·哈克尼斯笔下的A Discovery of Witches《发现女巫：魔法觉醒》，讲述了一个年轻女巫意外发现神秘手稿，引起各类超生物关注的故事。

本书一经出版，便登上了各大畅销书排行榜，在美国销量超过200万册。此外，它还被改编为Sky新剧，由马修·古迪、泰丽莎·帕尔墨主演，获得好评并吸引了大批忠实的粉丝。 In a sparkling debut, A Discovery of Witches became the "it" book of early 2011, bringing Deborah Harkness into the spotlight and galvanizing fans around the world. In this tale of passion and obsession, Diana Bishop, a young scholar and the descendant of witches, discovers a long-lost and enchanted alchemical manuscript deep in Oxford's Bodleian Library. Its reappearance summons a fantastical underworld, which she navigates with her leading man, vampire geneticist Matthew Clairmont. Harkness has created a universe to rival those of Anne Rice, Diana Gabaldon, and Elizabeth Kostova, and she adds a scholar's depth to this riveting story of magic and suspense. Review“A wonderfully imaginative grown-up fantasy with all the magic of Harry Potter or Twilight… An irresistible tale of wizardry, science and forbidden love.”—People  “Romantic, erudite, and suspenseful… Harkness attends to every scholarly and emotional detail with whimsy, sensuality, and humor.”—O, The Oprah Magazine  “A thoroughly grown-up novel packed with gorgeous historical detail and a gutsy, brainy heroine to match… Harkness writes with thrilling gusto about the magical world.”—EntertainmentWeekly   “Harkness conjures up a scintillating paranormal story… Discover why everyone’s talking about this magical book.”—USA Today  “Delightfully well-crafted and enchantingly imaginative… It has some of the same ineluctable atmosphere that made Anne Rice’s vampire books such a popular success.”—Miami Herald  “Harkness works her own form of literary alchemy by deftly blending fantasy, romance, history, and horror into one completely bewitching book.”—Chicago Tribune  “A Discovery of Witches becomes increasingly charming as it goes along… A shrewdly written romp and a satisfying snow-day read for those of us who heartily enjoyed the likes of Anne Rice and Marion Zimmer Bradley. By the book’s rousing end… I was impatient for the sequel.”—NPR

黛博拉·哈克尼斯（Deborah Harkness），南加利福尼亚大学历史学教授，著有《发现女巫三部曲》，现居洛杉矶。

Deborah Harkness is the number one New York Times-bestselling author of the All Souls trilogy. A history professor at the University of Southern California, she lives in Los Angeles.

The leather-bound volume was nothing remarkable. To an ordinary historian, it would have looked no different from hundreds of other manuscripts in Oxford’s Bodleian Library, ancient and worn. But I knew there was something odd about it from the moment I collected it.

Duke Humfrey’s Reading Room was deserted on this late-September afternoon, and requests for library materials were filled quickly now that the summer crush of visiting scholars was over and the madness of the fall term had not yet begun. Even so, I was surprised when Sean stopped me at the call desk.

“Dr. Bishop, your manuscripts are up,” he whispered, voice tinged with a touch of mischief. The front of his argyle sweater was streaked with the rusty traces of old leather bindings, and he brushed at it self-consciously. A lock of sandy hair tumbled over his forehead when he did.

“Thanks,” I said, flashing him a grateful smile. I was flagrantly disregarding the rules limiting the number of books a scholar could call in a single day. Sean, who’d shared many a drink with me in the pink-stuccoed pub across the street in our graduate-student days, had been filling my requests without complaint for more than a week. “And stop calling me Dr. Bishop. I always think you’re talking to someone else.”

He grinned back and slid the manuscripts—all containing fine examples of alchemical illustrations from the Bodleian’s collections—over his battered oak desk, each one tucked into a protective gray cardboard box. “Oh, there’s one more.” Sean disappeared into the cage for a moment and returned with a thick, quarto-size manuscript bound simply in mottled calfskin. He laid it on top of the pile and stooped to inspect it. The thin gold rims of his glasses sparked in the dim light provided by the old bronze reading lamp that was attached to a shelf. “This one’s not been called up for a while. I’ll make a note that it needs to be boxed after you return it.”

“Do you want me to remind you?”

“No. Already made a note here.” Sean tapped his head with his fingertips.

“Your mind must be better organized than mine.” My smile widened.

Sean looked at me shyly and tugged on the call slip, but it remained where it was, lodged between the cover and the first pages. “This one doesn’t want to let go,” he commented.

Muffled voices chattered in my ear, intruding on the familiar hush of the room.

“Did you hear that?” I looked around, puzzled by the strange sounds.

“What?” Sean replied, looking up from the manuscript.