Genre: YA Contemporary Fantasy
Word Count: 60,000
Avery isn’t as crazy as everyone thinks. Her dreams really are coming to life. But Mason believes her.
Now he must protect her from those who will harness her power for their own sinister plans.
Despite my attempt to block it, his fist connects with the left side of my rib cage, forcing me down onto my back. He appears above me, eyes tight, lips pulled into a thin line. His gaze searches my face, judging me. Waiting to see what I’ll do next.
“Again,” I say through clenched teeth as I pick myself up off the ground. My clothes are caked in mud, soaked through to my skin from melting snow. He’s knocked me on my ass today more times than I care to count. Or admit. The majority of the time I put up a better fight.
“The problem is son,” Dad says, crouching into a fighting stance, “you’re thinking too much. You’ve got to relax. Your life, as well as the Dreamers, depends solely on you.”
“Easier said than done,” I say. He’s not the one being shipped south. He’s not the one risking his life.
1 Comment
Brittany Howard · September 7, 2012 at 7:22 pm
No, you’re not dreaming. You just got hit with six body shots!
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