Everand Logo

Welcome to Everand!

  • Discover millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and so much more with a free trial

    Only $11.99/month after trial. Cancel anytime.

    Dreamwalkers (Part One)
    Dreamwalkers (Part One)
    Dreamwalkers (Part One)
    Ebook49 pages45 minutes

    Dreamwalkers (Part One)

    By D.M. Andrews

    ()

    Read preview

    About this ebook

    Callum Chase would much rather be reading a good novel than playing sports, or studying a bit of Greek myth instead of mixing with those in his school. Bullied and friendless, Cal retreats every night into a world of his own making -- a world of his imagination, a world where he is master, a world of dreams.

    But then one day something happens that really shouldn't have happened: the girl from his dreams turns up at his school and turns his world -- both the waking and the dream one -- upside down...

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherD.M. Andrews
    Release dateFeb 8, 2013
    ISBN9781301783199
    Dreamwalkers (Part One)
    Author

    D.M. Andrews

    D.M. Andrews has been writing fiction since his early teens. He enjoys reading historical, fantasy and children’s novels.

    Related to Dreamwalkers (Part One)

    Related ebooks

    YA Fantasy For You

    View More
    View More

    Related podcast episodes

    Related articles

    • Article

      Cricket League

      Apr 1, 2020

      Linden, age 9 Green Bay, WI Ophidia, the medusa, tried desperately to sketch a self-portrait. Later she would add color. Her problem was every time she looked into the lake at her reflection, the snakes of her hair were in a very different place. Sh

      8 min read

    • Article

      Lost Children

      Aug 4, 2022

      Lost Children
      5 min read

    • Article

      Alice And The Jabberwocky

      Apr 10, 2022

      ‘Twas brillig, and the slithy tovesDid gyre and gimble in the wabe:All mimsy were the borogoves,And the mome raths outgrabe. Once again, Alice found herself in her bedroom, feeling rather mimsy indeed. Every day now, at two o’clock, she would sit at

      18 min read

    • Article

      Take A Magpie Up To Heaven

      Nov 1, 2019

      Take A Magpie Up To Heaven
      2 min read

    • Article

      Intelligent Creatures

      Jul 6, 2023

      Intelligent Creatures
      19 min read

    • Article

      The Quiet Boy

      Jan 28, 2019

      The Quiet Boy
      29 min read

    • Article

      O Fortuna, Velut Luna

      Sep 15, 2018

      What is Miss Treece’s trouble, according to a popular notion? The man A has failed to show up. Arousing herself at the restaurant, she fixes her lipstick when her solo supper concludes and takes herself down the stairs situated behind the bar. There,

      3 min read

    • Article

      Lace Round the Sky

      Jul 1, 2022

      Lace Round the Sky
      8 min read

    • Article

      The Scarlet PEBBLE

      Feb 28, 2024

      The Scarlet PEBBLE
      9 min read

    • Article

      Emil, Approximated

      Nov 3, 2022

      Emil, Approximated
      15 min read

    • Article

      Dance with Me

      Sep 17, 2021

      Dance with Me
      9 min read

    • Article

      Chairman Of The Hoard

      May 13, 2022

      Chairman Of The Hoard
      8 min read

    • Article

      Housewarming

      Dec 1, 2022

      DENNIS MCFARLAND’S most recent novel is Nostalgia. His stories have appeared in The New Yorker, Best American Short Stories, and the Scholar, among other places. When Kevin arrived at the top floor and stepped into a long dark hallway, he couldn’t re

      21 min read

    • Article

      Cricket Ceague

      Apr 1, 2019

      Penelope Berkeley, age 9 Mars Hill, NC Night had fallen, and Luna awoke from where she had been sleeping in a cornfield. She moved steadily through the stalks with barely a sound, keeping her eyes on the glittering glass rooftop of the greenhouse in

      7 min read

    • Article

      Benjamin Nugent

      Jun 15, 2018

      Claire’s roommates threw her out on November third, for falling behind on rent and hogging the Xbox. During the next three weeks, she lived in other people’s houses. She missed the Xbox, but couch surfing was like a game. She had to not smell like co

      20 min read

    • Article

      Ann Beattie

      Sep 15, 2017

      I’d started to visit Olivia more often because it was obvious she was lonely. The ALS lady who’d been moved to Hopkins had been Aunt Olivia’s closest friend, leaving aside Merton Hillstead, who actually went home. Even the friendly paperboy who somet

      23 min read

    • Article

      Hidden Depths

      Jul 4, 2021

      As with the landscapes it explores, Bonnie-Sue Hitchcock’s young-adult novel EVERYONE DIES FAMOUS IN A SMALL TOWN (Faber, $19.99) is about nothing and everything at the same time. It takes readers to secret, beautiful places, down trails that “lead t

      2 min read

    • Article

      THE HOUSE with the BLUE DOOR

      May 7, 2020

      THE HOUSE with the BLUE DOOR
      6 min read

    • Article

      Summer Beach Reads

      Jan 10, 2021

      Summer Beach Reads
      7 min read

    • Article

      Somehow

      Mar 15, 2018

      Somehow
      4 min read

    • Article

      Clive’s LAST TANGO

      Dec 29, 2019

      Clive’s LAST TANGO
      3 min read

    • Article

      A Temporary Arrangement

      Oct 2, 2023

      A Temporary Arrangement
      19 min read

    • Article

      Something About Her

      Feb 2, 2019

      Something About Her
      5 min read

    • Article

      Come Stay

      Jan 16, 2024

      Come Stay
      23 min read

    • Article

      The Traveler

      Oct 1, 2020

      The Traveler
      7 min read

    • Article

      Lost for WORDS

      Sep 23, 2020

      Lost for WORDS
      6 min read

    • Article

      The Bridle

      Oct 10, 2021

      Saliva pooled on her tongue beneath the rusty depressor. She endured a constant urge to swallow, afraid of choking on her own fluids. The taste of metal and blood are so akin, it is easy to mistake one for the other. This early in the day, blood was

      11 min read

    • Article

      Four Poems

      Mar 1, 2024

      I was trying to look a little less like myselfand more like other humans, humans who belonged, so I put on a skort.Purchased in another life, when I had a husband and wrote thank-you notes and held dinner parties,the skort even had its own little poc

      6 min read

    Related categories

    Reviews for Dreamwalkers (Part One)

    0 ratings

    0 ratings0 reviews

    What did you think?

    Tap to rate

    Review must be at least 10 words

      Book preview

      Dreamwalkers (Part One) - D.M. Andrews

      Dreamwalkers

      (Part One)

      Published by D.M. Andrews at Smashwords

      Copyright 2013 D.M. Andrews

      I know how men in exile feed on dreams of hope.

      —Aeschylus, Agamemnon

      Acknowledgments

      Thank you to R.J. Locksley for her helpful editing, and to Alex Hausch for his great cover art.

      Chapter One

      Cal poked his head around the sandstone pillar and let out a silent breath of relief. The girl hadn’t seen him. She was still looking around the chamber in wide-eyed wonder, lost in the beauty of the marble floor and the domed ceiling decorated with peacocks. The girl’s dress, like her hair, flowed long, and both were of the deepest black. A shard of midnight in a sunlit hall of gold and white. The stark contrast unsettled Cal, as did the fact that he’d already encountered her three times this week, and yet never once had he sought her out. Coincidence, Cal thought.

      He pushed away from the pillar and made his way silently back to the arched window through which he’d just come. Climbing out onto the ledge, he eyed the paved ground thirty feet below. After balling his hands three times to psych himself up, he dropped to the street and landed on his feet, a hand thrusting out at the last moment to keep his balance.

      He stood and straightened the denim jacket his mum had given him for his fifteenth birthday. It was too small for him by now, two years later, but here in the city it fitted perfectly. Everything here was perfect.

      He surveyed the city’s edge and saw no one. As he had done a dozen times before, he sprinted toward the city wall. A flight of stone steps stood between him and the walkway high above, but he leapt up them, taking eight steps in his first bound. A few seconds later, he reached the walkway.

      Cal looked down and smiled. Eight. His best yet. Moving toward the wall, he gazed out over the verdant landscape below. Serried vineyards and pink-blossomed orchards punctuated the green hills and lowland forest, but in the distance it all blurred and, a little farther out, faded into nothingness.

      A month had passed since he’d first come to the city. Every time he tried to go somewhere else, he failed. That was unusual, but the scenery more than made up for the limitation. This was the most detailed and consistent construction he’d ever experienced. The changes between his visits were barely discernible. But there were changes. Like the perfecting of an artist’s painting, each time he came another few brushstrokes had been added to the canvas.

      Cal looked back at the city and wondered if the girl in black stood gazing out of the tall glassless window he could no longer see. Why had she come? It nagged at him. He kept his own company, carefully and deliberately avoiding the city folk. They were distant figures to him, subjects in whom he had little interest—but this girl…this girl seemed different in some way Cal couldn’t quite put his finger on. It was as if she didn’t really belong here.

      Footsteps echoed down the street. Berating himself for his lack of vigilance, Cal hunkered down. Half a dozen men clothed in leather armour turned the corner of the street. They flanked several prisoners in mancatchers. Cal pressed himself low against the walkway.

      The city watch spent their time patrolling the streets. They had come and gone over the weeks, but always at a distance. They weren’t hard to avoid, so long as he stayed away from the streets and piazzas.

      The patrol marched down the middle of the stone-paved street beneath him. All the captives were young, some barely out of childhood, and appeared

      Enjoying the preview?
      Page 1 of 1