STORMY DIVIDE - Will Ellie ever find a way home?
ANGEL EYES - What if the man of your dreams only existed in your dreams?
Thom may be used to the dangers of the forest, but nothing has prepared him for this. When he stumbles across a woman dressed in weird clothing lying on the ground during a storm, he has no choice but to help her.
Ellie finds herself in another world, having travelled through time and space thanks to what Thom calls The Rifts. The question is whether she will ever be able to find her way back, or if she will be stuck in this new world forever. Or if she will even want to go home…
Vera’s dreams are haunted each night by a man she only knows as Angel Eyes. He feels more real to her than anything else in her life, including her fiancé. Vera must try to forget her childish dreams of soul mates and happily ever after… but are they really only dreams or can she find a way to be with Angel Eyes forever?
A beam of white light shot into the sky from the middle of the forest, an eerie yellow mist surrounding it. This brightness was a sharp contrast to the darkness of the cold, damp forest, which had never before felt otherworldly. Fierce in its onslaught, the storm raging overhead had given no warning. Was it a coincidence it had arrived at the same time the unusual shaft of light had, like a fitting backdrop?
Thom trekked towards the light’s eerie source when a muffled cry vibrated through the air. He stopped as the hairs on the back of his neck bristled. This was no ordinary sound. Like the storm and light, it did not seem natural.
With caution, Thom tracked the sound to a clearing where the peculiar white and gold light display headed toward the heavens, as if it were trying to find the stars even though it was day, like it needed to connect with the rest of the universe.
Signs of disturbance marred the ground nearest the vivid white beam, as though something had scraped along the dirt. He followed the trail with his eyes and came to a sprawled shape lying haphazardly on the ground. This was the source of the moaning. Gods help me! What in skala was it?
He was in my dreams again last night. As he is every night. As he has been since I was orphaned at eighteen. In my dream state, the feeling between us is electrifying. I know we have a history together. I know who we are and what we mean to each other, but upon waking all is lost. And I feel empty.
Sitting on the edge of my bed, I try to recall the images. Once again, it is futile. All I can remember are those dark haunted eyes as they bore into me, their intensity delving into my soul.
Who is he?
Why does he plague my sleep night after night?
Why does he feel so real? More real than anything I have ever known in my entire life. And why do I feel with him a sense of belonging, a sense of...rightness.
Dread and despair fill me. I do not need to be reminded of the lack of this type of connection in my waking life. Especially not today. The day I am to marry a man who is not the one in my dreams.