Dreams of Darkness [Everdark Wars Book 1] [MultiFormat]
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eBook by Elizabeth K. Burton
eBook Category: Dark Fantasy/Romance
eBook Description: Randrik alt Harbinnen liked life on the edge. Working for his aunt, however noble her intentions wasn't part of his plan. On the other hand, keeping the authorities from treating the innocent Drevnya Perian like they owned her body and soul was something he could really enjoy--until he found out the hourglass on his world was running down and somebody had picked him and his damsel in distress to save it whether they wanted to or not. Wanted by law and outlaw alike, Randrik has no choice but to find out just who--and what--he is. Bound by his own foolishness to a woman he hardly knows, he has to grow up the hard way, or risk the end of the world.
eBook Publisher: Zumaya Publications/Zumaya Publications, Published: www.zumayapublications.com, 2002
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2004
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66 Reader Ratings:
"With Dreams of Darkness being only the end of book 1 and the beginning of the saga, this story displays the staying power of J.R.R Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings."--Nancy B. Leake, Sime~Gen
"Dreams of Darkness falls between the cracks telling of a fantastic journey interlacing mystery with magic. A masterful story pushing the boundaries, Burton needs not worry for she walks in the paths of true fantasy authors. Ones that are read again and again as the soul reaches for more of the [inbred] magic waiting to emerge."--Brenda Ramsbacher, Scribblers
The sound and shape of her name thrust into the darkness, catching her as she was about to sink into the bottomless shadow. The Thing hissed and drew back, and she felt its hatred in her bones. Light burst into the murk, a beacon to lead her. She reached for it, felt it wrap around and draw her back to safety.
The moment she opened her eyes, Randrik let go his hold on her shoulders. He staggered across the room to lean against the wall, brow against his forearm. He gasped for breath and sweat pasted his silk shirt to his back as if from hard labor. Perian tried to sit up, but her muscles shuddered so violently she couldn't control them enough to accomplish it.
"What?was?that?" he growled when he had enough air.
"I don't know," she whispered, struggling for command of herself again. "It came before, when I fainted in the garden."
He straightened up, raking his fingers through his hair.
"Are you all right?" he demanded, coming to stand by the bed.
"I'm fine," she lied, finally managing to pull herself up and hug her bent knees. She felt as drained as he looked. "I'm?sure it was just a nightmare."
"I don't think so," he snapped. "In fact, I'm positive it wasn't. When I came in here you were white as the dead and twitching?"
He stopped short, his face harsh and angry. Perian was frightened, sure it was her fault; but then he shook his head.
"Nothing. It probably isn't important."