Although  still covered with a layer of dust, John could see the book’s blood-red  binding was ornately stamped with strange markings, the front cover  finely tooled with a border of scrolls and flourishes. In the very  center, a single word served as its title: 
KURE 
The  doctor scooted his chair back and sat. “Are you sure, John?” Harwell  asked without looking up. “Are you absolutely sure you want to know  this?”
 He  could hear it in the doctor’s voice—a final chance to turn back, to  reconsider his decision. John answered without hesitation. “Yes.  Please.”
 Lucius Harwell raised his glazed eyes. “Come over here and lay your hand on the book.”
 As  he placed his palm on the leather—if that’s what it was—John took a  closer look at the extravagant design now framing his hand. What he had  originally assumed to be symbols were actually bizarre and grotesque  figures—creatures clearly not human. Some were portrayed in agony and  suffering, while others were shown coupled with naked female forms.