Title: Dream Casters Light
Genre: YA Fantasy
Pages: 436 pages
Author: Adrienne Woods
Publisher: Fire Quill Publishers
Publishing Date: May 25 2015
Description:
Mr. Sandman, send me a dream, ta da da da.....Seventeen year old Chastity Blake knows the Sandman is just a silly children's story parents tell their children to get them to sleep. At least she thought it was, until the day a mysterious, light golden sand appeared in her hands during a high school prank that went horribly wrong. A sand that has the power to send anyone it touches into a deep, sound sleep.
Fearing she had lost her mind, Chastity soon discovers the shocking truth of her heritage- she is a Dream Caster. Chastity was never supposed to be raised on the Domain, or what humans call Earth and she is forced to return to her true birth place, Revera – the world of Dreams.
However, in Revera there is no balance between good, the Light Casters, and darkness, the Shadow Casters, and Chastity is caught square in the middle. She soon learns that there is no place for anyone containing both the light and the darkness within them, and the shocking truth that if anyone in Revera ever discovered her shadow self, Chastity would be thrown into the Oblivion – the world of Nightmares.
Dreams are always more than they seem, and this time Chastity is going to discover just how different they can be.
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Something clanged loudly deep down in the tunnel. I got up. Glass crunched underneath my sneakers. The stench forced me to inhale through my mouth, but the taste it left was ten times worse.
A cold breeze me screamed that there might be an opening somewhere overhead. I just had to get out of here and hopefully find my way home—again. Still, the funny-looking rats made me wonder if I hadn’t already lost my mind. Was I stuck behind four white, padded walls?
More rats rushed past, all of them minding their own business. The black mass followed them like a shadow. Creepy. It made my skin crawl.
I tiptoed along the tunnel, hoping not to wake up the people, though they didn’t move. Not far ahead, I found an exit. A way out. A cold draft seeped through a dark, round hole in the ceiling. I brushed my hands against the filthy wall, praying that there was something lodged inside that would support my weight. My hands found a beam, high off the floor. How was I ever going to get my foot on that, way up there? There was no choice; I had to try.
After half an hour of struggling, I finally managed to push myself up. My biceps trembled from the exertion, but I grinned with the sense of achievement. Another beam was just above the first. It was some sort of a ladder. With trepidation, I groped in the darkness and pulled myself up onto one beam after another. In less than a couple of minutes, I reached the surface.
It smelled worse than inside. A strong breeze made it hard to breathe. I took off my knitted ballet shirt that covered my leotard and wrapped it around my head. My own scent lingered heavily on it, and it smelled ten times better than the air.
Icy wind buffeted me. I squinted against the breeze. But nothing made sense. I had no idea where I was. Nothing in front of me looked familiar. Was I even in Chicago anymore?
Surrounding me crouched dilapidated buildings. Structures that were once stores were torn to the ground. Rubble was strewn everywhere. There wasn’t a sign of another living soul.
Loneliness expanded in my chest, leaving no room for air. Between the foul odor and the sudden heavy weight in my chest, I couldn’t get oxygen.
Was I dreaming? No, there were no way a dream could be this real. To feel the wind burning my skin, drying it out in mere seconds, the cold brushing against my body. I started to shiver. I had to get out of the cold, but where to? I had no idea.
A ripple of golden dust twirled around me and flew in a golden stream in front of me. This time I didn’t even question my instinct. I followed it. It danced over a street lamp that lay on the asphalt. I climbed over it and ran to keep up. It glided around the corner. More destroyed buildings whizzed by. I dodged rusty cars with no doors or tires.
What had happened here? Where the hell was I?
A cold finger traced down my back. I jumped and scanned the dark crannies among the rubble. I could feel eyes on me. Who they belonged to I had no idea, but the chill flowed through my core and made me shiver from within. I had a strong suspicion those eyes didn’t belong to anybody good.
In the corner of my vision, the golden trail zipped into an old building. A faint light shone from inside. I ran as fast as I could toward it. There were people there. I didn’t know whether they were good or bad, but the thought of not being alone was overcame my foreboding.
I could tell the structure used to be beautiful. It had two golden lions molded inside the wall. Part of one lion’s head was broken off and the other one was obscured with soot.
Inside, I found the outline of a reception. Around it were crates and lots of steel tables stacked against one another.
Farther down, a fire burned behind something that used to be a couch. It was the source of the faint light. But there was nobody in sight.
About the Author
Adrienne is a USA Today bestselling author living in South Africa, where she writes full time. Firebolt, book one of the wildly popular Dragonian series, was her debut novel. Her second series, Dream Casters, will conclude with book three, Millue, to be released in 2019.
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