Title: Dreamwalkers
Author: Tiaan Lubbe
Genre: YA Fantasy / Adventure
“You walk the bridges between two worlds, between
reality and dreams, Ciso.”
“You are a Dreamwalker”
Narciso
di Angelo, a sixteen-year-old boy, living on the streets of Rome thinks he is
the only one that can walk in other’s dreams.
He’s
not.
When a
mysterious and dark woman makes her appearance in one of his dreamwalks, he is
rescued from her clutches by Project
Somnus, a secret underground United Nations organisation, that recruits and
trains children with his gifts, using them to fight against and prevent
worldwide terrorist threats.
Here
Narciso learns more of his abilities and where they come from as well as what
it means to be part of a family and a home.
But,
as the threat of the mysterious woman and the terrorist organisation Tantibus increases, he also learns what
it is like to lose this.
“In dreams we
live. In reality we dream.”
Dreamwalkers
By Tiaan Lubbe
Excerpt:
“Hi,
I’m Narciso and I walk in other people’s dreams,” is what I would say if there
was some sort of support group for people like me. There isn’t.
Yip,
I always know when I’m dreaming. Never need to pinch myself. I know, because my
dreams are real. And true. But the weird thing is, they aren’t mine. And the
dream I’m entering now isn’t an exception.
I
open my eyes, knowing from experience what will be in front of me. Running far
beyond the horizon like an endless stretched taffy, is a hall. White. So white
that it blinds me and my eyes have to adjust before I can fully open them. The
world runs past me and then back again and it feels as if the ground beneath my
feet, as white as the walls, is breathing. Like it wants to push me forward.
But I stand still for the moment, regaining my world, stitching it back
together. When it finally settles, I adhere to the floor’s desire.
Like, okay already!
I
walk forward as the hall consumes me like a thick fog.
Then
I stop. I know I have to. I turn to the wall. From the whiteness of it,
something starts to shimmer into existence. Like a mirage forcing its way into
reality. The mirage starts to take a shape. A door. Black, as smooth as
darkness itself. A knob, golden, gleaming in the whiteness of the hall, like an
inviting smile. My body moves towards it, followed by a slow hand as its smile
seems to grow wider. It’s cold. It burns
my palm. I hear a click, feel it run
up my arm. And then a latching sound as it echoes past me and into the never
ending, ever stretching hallway until it moves with it over the horizon.
I
push. It opens.
Author Bio
Tiaan Lubbe lives in Pretoria, South Africa where he
spends his time teaching little monsters, directing
plays, doing what he calls writing and dreaming up the future. Mostly all at once.
plays, doing what he calls writing and dreaming up the future. Mostly all at once.
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