 Buena Vista Books, Inc., presents Black Panther, Spellbound, by Ronald L. Smith, read by Dionne Graham. The word's club fear blinked in blood red neon above the door's entrance. A stone gargoyle or some nightmare's creature perched above it as if surveying its prey. The stranger, who wore a clean white suit, handmade Italian shoes, and a feathered fedora hat tapped his walking stick against the door three times. He waited patiently as the spine-rattling thump of heavy bass pulsed from inside. The solid iron door opened with a groan. A woman with short red hair and black lipstick stood before him. Hello. The stranger said, his eyes hidden by the brim of his hat. The woman snapped her gum and gave him the once over. Yeah, she asked, not too kindly. The stranger grinned, and it was a wide grin that seemed to take up his whole face. I'm here to see a friend, he said. His name is Nightmare. T'Challa rested his head against the cool glass of the plane's window. He was exhausted. The flight to Alabama was a grueling sixteen hours, and the last leg of the journey was quickly coming to an end. The flight attendant, a very tall man with a southern accent, came through the first-class cabin. More orange juice, sir? T'Challa shook himself awake. No, he said, rubbing his eyes. Um, no, thank you. Very well, sir. We will be landing shortly. Finally, T'Challa thought. Even though he was the Prince of Wakanda, a technologically advanced nation hidden from prying eyes on the continent of Africa, he had to settle for a first-class seat on a regular flight, although the hot towels, slippers, and salted cashews were an unexpected treat. Of course, he could have begged his father, T'Chaka, the ruling Black Panther and King of Wakanda, to hire a private jet for the trip. But then T'Challa thought, where would we have landed? They couldn't just fly into an ordinary airport. The jet would attract too much attention. Air traffic control would probably think it was a UFO and shoot it down. Unfortunately, his seatmate, a businessman from a place called Dover, Delaware, tried to engage T'Challa in conversation several times. Where in Africa did you say you were from again? Sample complete. Ready to continue?