Phoenix Academy: Madness (Blue Phoenix Book 1) by Lucy Auburn

Author:Lucy Auburn [Auburn, Lucy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-09-22T16:00:00+00:00

Sleep drags me down.

But it doesn't bring me peace.

Instead I dream—and not the good dreams that I want, where my family is back together and the Heretic is a thing of the past, a demon we don't worry about anymore.

No, these dreams aren't here to comfort me. And they don't intend to ever let my out of their grip.

I feel my dream go wrong, feel the darkness of its pull as I'm dragged into them, but I can't resist. The dream wraps around me and steals the breath from my lungs.

First all around me is nothing but blackness. Not the kind that comes from the oblivion of dark, gentle, cocoon-like sleep. No, this is a blackness that weighs heavy in the air around me, undeniably hostile and unwelcoming. I try to take a step forward, to escape it, but my feet slip into a deep sticky tar-like substance beneath me. Opening my mouth to scream, I find that nothing comes out.

Panic fills me. My mind scrambles as I try to remember a spell that will help me out of this horror. A spell to run as a rabbit runs. One to clear a dense overgrowth. One to empty a full container. But none of them fit, and none of them will spill from my lips, which are frozen in horror.

In the distance, the darkness splits open. Light enters the horror that is my dream. A soft, warm glow hits the side of my cheek.

But I'm far from comforted.

Just in front of the light is a monstrous silhouette that looms over me. Faceless and formless, it's a hulking behemoth made of the same terrible ichor that's rising from my feet to my calves. It takes a giant step towards me, and the ground beneath us shudders from its weight.

There's no escape.

I'm trapped.

This time, when I open my mouth, a scream comes out. Terrified, I find my voice long enough to speak one spell, a small, simple one that I shout into the still air, my voice a thousand times louder than a whisper.

It's a spell for help in dire times.

For comrades and allies.

A spell to rally the hordes.

The moment it leaves my lips, I feel the earth tremble. The ooze trapping me rises up, over my knees, towards my thighs, sucking me down into its warm embrace.

Help doesn't come.

Instead the terrible oozing ichor fills the space of my dreams completely. It grows and grows, consuming me from head to toe, its foul stench pouring into my mouth and ears and even my eyes. The creature is gone, and there's nothing but darkness and horror.

Then, all at once, I'm somewhere else.

In the next dream.

All white, where there was darkness. The air is still. I can still taste the ooze on my tongue, although it's gone. There's no sign of it, just a white tile floor beneath my feet and white walls all around me.

And again I'm not alone.

This time, the scream that rips out of my throat is so loud and high-pitched that I lose my voice in the middle of it, so that all that's left in this new place is silence.

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