The Book of Dreams (The Chronicles of Faerie, Book 4)
O. R. Melling
Language: English
Pages: 339
ISBN: 0141004347
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Dana Faolan, the spunky half-faerie heroine of The Light-Bearer's Daughter, the third book in The Chronicles, has been using her access to the land of Faerie to escape the troubles of being a teenager in a new town. But a dark, mysterious enemy is determined to sever the two worlds forever, thus dooming both. It will take all of Dana's bravery and resourcefulness, plus the help of friends old and new, to save her two homes, especially when it becomes clear that the answer lies in an act of terrible sacrifice.
Just as the previous books explored Ireland's rich folkloric history, The Book of Dreams delves into the magical lore of Canada. Melling delivers another "compelling blend of mythology and geography" (School Library Journal, starred review) that will thrill fans of the series.
nervous and anxious as she. Moving to the back of the room, she chose a desk in the last row. In her old school she had been known as a quiet girl, a loner without the protection of a circle or best friend. She had grown used to standing by herself at recess, leaning against the fence, usually lost in daydreams. She didn’t want to mix with others and had rebuffed the few who tried to make friends with her. Unless specifically asked, she didn’t participate in class, nor did she join in school
hundred steerage passengers and several families with cabins of their own amongst whom mine is included. We have come with lock, stock and barrel, my parents, my two brothers and sister, our maid-servant and myself, the firstborn at eighteen years of age. It has been two weeks since we departed from the port of New Ross bound for Montreal in the land of Quebec. I stood on deck as we left the harbor and bade farewell to my native country that I shall see no more. Others stood with me weeping
travels across the country. You’ve passed many tests, received many blessings. Word of your quest and your cause has spread. Stories are being told about you. Even as the dark forces draw together, so do the bright hosts who will stand against them. You are not alone.” Dana was steadied by Daisy’s words. Her arm tightened around the wolf’s neck. They would do what they had to do to open the door. “Now, your report,” Daisy said to the latecomers. “What news?” “We steered clear of Creemore,”
involuntarily with a frisson of terror. Her instincts told her to flee. It was a natural reaction. As the old Irish adage warned: Bí ar d’fhaichill ar an strainséir. Beware the stranger! His features disappeared first as the face elongated to an elegant snout. Now his back arched and he dropped to the ground, landing on all fours. A stranger to humanity. Hands and feet changed to great paws. Nails grew to claws. Black hair sprouted from every pore, piercing his skin and then his clothes,
pizza crust and went red in the face. To cover her embarrassment, she changed the subject. “Do you feel bad lying to your parents about this?” He considered her question. “Non,” he said at last. “For them, the truth is not good. I can’t tell my life as loup-garou or what happen to grand-père. It is more pain for them. Et toi? You feel bad?” Dana sighed. “Sometimes I wish I could share the magic with my dad, and also my stepmum. But the dangerous stuff rules that out. They would only worry or,