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Sired by the gods of sleep, nightmares and dreams, we are the children of Mist and at times human mothers. All of us are born of the sacred, chosen bloodline. Traditionally called the Oneroi, we are what protect the humans, Apollites, and immortals while they slumber. We are the Dream Warriors. The ones who battle the Skoti Daimons and demons who prey on the dreams and emotions of sleepers.

During the light of day, we walk among the humans as unknown phantoms. And whenever human eyes And whenever human eyes happen upon us, they immediately glance away without registering our presence unless we will it otherwise. Most of us are devoid of emotions except for pain which is a physical response.

Those who have been cursed to no emotions can only feel while in a dream state with a human or immortal host. But therein lies the danger—some of us come to crave emotions like a drug. Instead of being observers and protectors, they become dream instigators- controllers of the host. They return over and over, manifesting the dreamers worst fears and horrors in an effort to create more intense emotions so that they can get a greater high.

Hence the creation of a Dream-Hunter. Certain members of the Oneroi have been chosen to patrol the Skoti, and ensure they do not prey upon those who sleep. A member of a race cursed by the god Apollo. They cannot be out in daylight and they must live on the blood of each other. On their 27th birthday, they die a slow and painful death over the course of a twenty-four hour period unless they decide to turn Daimon and prey on human souls.

So long as the human soul is alive inside them, they can live. The moment the soul expires, they die. Therefore, they are always trying to find new souls to take. A race of demons from Atlantis who are extremely violent and amoral. For thousands of years, hes drifted through the human unconscious, searching for sensation. Now hes finally found a dreamer whose vivid mind can fill his emptiness. Megeara Kafieri watched her father ruin himself and his reputation as he searched to prove Atlantis was real.

Her deathbed promise to him to salvage his reputation has now brought her to Greece where she intends to prove once and for all that the fabled island is right where her father said it was. But frustration and bad luck dog her every step. Especially the day they find a stranger floating in the sea. His is a face shes seen many times…. He has made a pact with the god Hades: In exchange for two weeks as a mortal man, he must return to Olympus with a human soul.

With a secret society out to ruin her expedition, and mysterious accidents that keep threatening her life, Megeara refuses to quit. She knows shes getting closer to Atlantis and as she does, she stumbles onto the truth of what Arik really is. For Arik his quest is no longer simple.

No human can know of a Dream-Hunters existence. His dream of being mortal has quickly turned into his own nightmare and the only way to save himself will be to sacrifice the very thing he wanted to be human for.

The only question is, will he? This book introduces Solin who will have his own book soon. Make sure you check out The Guardian where he makes another major appearance and you learn a secret about him. Yep, it's that time again! Ash's fave event of the years! Come out and join Sherri Read More. Our purpose is to gather It was scratchy and irritating. Why would anyone want that next to their skin?

In dreams, these items were as soft as air and they slid against his skin like warm water. And he was tired of being here without Megeara. A warm, sweet emotion went through him as he saw Megeara.

At least it started out that way until he noted the look of anger on her face. Arik laughed at the ludicrousness of that statement. As a Dream-Hunter, Solin had thousands of siblings. She assured me that Solin has never mentioned a family of any sort. Arik gave them a sardonic smile. Get him on the phone for me. Geary glared at him over the commanding tone of voice he used. She took the phone from Arik and returned it to Brian. I want to speak to him myself.

He curled his lip at Arik. He could call any number in Greece and the person who answers it could be anyone pretending to be Solin. His features softened as he saw the sanity of her request. After a few minutes, he pulled a pen and paper from his pocket to jot down the number. He hung up and handed it to her.

Geary kept her eyes Arik who was watching her back with a blank expression on his handsome face. If you would like to leave your name and number, I will add your message to the others. Could he have possibly said that in a snottier tone? No offense. The master has no desire to be disturbed this afternoon by anyone.

She narrowed her eyes on Arik, waiting for him to slip and show her if he were lying or not. It sounded as if it were Greek based, but it was something else entirely. Arik passed a smug look to Brian, then to Megeara.

Geary was hysterical as she forgot about her quest and swam as quickly as possible through the dark water. She ignored Kat's call. The only thing that mattered was getting topside to see what was going on.

Suddenly Arik was there, pulling Geary back. You're breathing too rapidly. All we know is the intercom is malfunctioning. You don't want to die over that, do you? He was right and she hated him for it.

Nodding, she pressed her hand against her helmet to listen more carefully. Are you there? What's happening? Arik held his breath, wishing he could ease her mind.

But as the silence stretched on he knew what she did. Something had to have—. His thoughts stopped as a piece of twisted metal shot past him on the right.