Author: Michelle Flick
Release date: December 11th, 2013
Genre: Young Adult, Paranormal
Kate isn’t thrilled to be moving to the middle of nowhere. She's already lost her parents, now she's leaving the only place she's ever known as home. She’s not there long when she realizes her dreams aren’t her own and that she has the ability to walk through other people's dreams. Not only that, but she might have found her dream guy--literally. He's in her dreams.
Just when she starts to get the hang of dream walking, strange murders in her new town start to occur. Girls are being killed as they sleep with no evidence, no suspects and no clear motive behind the deaths. It doesn’t take Kate very long to realize that the girls aren’t just being killed as they sleep—they’re being killed in their sleep.
Kate must figure out how to find the killer in the real world and keep the ones she loves safe while they sleep.
I was in some sort of maze. Gray, cracked, stonewalls surrounded me. I was outside and
the sky was dreary. Why couldn’t I find someone with happy dreams? I mean, really are
all people’s psyche’s this messed up?
I felt the pull for me to move to my left. I stood my ground unwilling to follow the pull.
I wanted the dreamer to stop moving. But the more I stood there, I began to feel my skin
itch. I gave in and wandered around the maze.
“Nick?” He didn’t appear after a few minutes. “Nick?” But I got nothing.
I continued to wander. I didn’t have a problem until I cam to a dead end and the
dreamer kept moving. I tried to back track, fighting against the pull, but the maze was
harder to maneuver of my own free will. My skin itched and pulled and pinched. I
began to run, trying to make up the distance.
“Nick!” I needed Nick to get me out of here. “Nick!”
The pull continued attack my skin. I felt a rain drop on my upper lip. Great, it was going
to rain now I thought. I ran more and more and felt another drop. I touched my lip and
looked at my finger.
I stopped in my tracks. I touched my nose and found more blood on my hand. This
wasn’t happening. It was not real. I was not actually bleeding. It was a dream. But the
pull started again. I moved. I ran fast.
I came to a dead end almost with each turn. I could feel the blood drip out of my nose
like a leaky faucet. I wanted to scale the walls. I wanted to get the dreamer to just stop
moving, to make this feeling stop.
I needed to wake up.
About the Author:
I teach middle school English in a small town so I try and stay up on all things YA, and secretly thrilled I have this excuse to read this genre all the time. I am a mom and teacher, so writing is a passion that I try to squeeze in. I have a new contemporary in the works (well - I started it like 6 years ago) and about several in the back of my brain
Some none reading and writing!
This year 2013 - I got married and had a baby! She's beautiful.
I am an avid dog lover. If there is a dog in my vicinity, I will be on the ground playing, petting, and loving. I cannot resist! I have a collie (Lady Fergilious aka Fergie) and an Italian mastiff (Mia). And I think we might be toying with the idea of a third one... secretly hoping for a St. Bernard.
I was a dancer for 16 years so I am always fascinated by it: music, style, rythum, costume, everything! Music is also a big aspect of my life, you wont walk into my house without music playing in some room!
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