Saturday, February 20, 2016
The Dreamcatcher Chapter One Teaser
Title: The Dreamcatcher, novella to The Dreamland Series
Author: E.J. Mellow
Release Date: Feb 26, 2016
He captured hearts and now he’s captured the spotlight.
Experience The Dreamcatcher, a novella comprised of scenes from The Dreamer told from Dev’s point of view, as well as seven extra scenes that did not appear in book one!
*This is a companion piece to The Dreamland Series and is to be read AFTER The Dreamer for story consistency and spoilers.
The room was stifling with the influx of bodies packed tight, and an anxious shuffling filled the windowless space as the Nocturna guards tried to suppress their growing claustrophobia. If they felt comfortable being contained within four walls, they would have chosen a different profession. Dev cracked his knuckles one at a time, a restless habit he’d acquired after being forced to appear at these biweekly gatherings. Even though he’d graduated above the ranks of all the soldiers here, his spotty attendance was not well received.
Alex’s rather verbose and overwrought reprimand of him being a role model to the rest of the cadets still rang in his ears. And it did the job to motivate him to show up so long as he never had to endure that speech again. At least the old man was effective in his irritation.
Letting out an impatient breath, Dev watched the stout general in the front of the room address the mass of soldiers. The blue-white lights above highlighted the gray in Alex’s cropped hair, and his burly chest puffed up at the end of his sentences. The information he shared was always the same, or a close variation—the Metus numbers were slowly rising, extra shifts were added to the schedules of every team, and Dev and Aveline were continuously assigned to patrol the northern part of the grasslands surrounding the city.
Glancing around the white space, it was easy to discern Dev wasn’t alone in his eagerness to start today’s rounds. The constant twirling of Arcuses, tapping of feet, and shifting of bodies were subtle indicators for Alex to get on with it already.
“And make sure to report back every sighting or anything else odd that occurs on your patrols,” the general said—his routine closing line, which was followed by its usual collection of relieved sighs.
“Thank Terra,” Aveline muttered beside Dev as she stood from leaning against the wall. “I actually think I manifested the ability to sleep during that.”
Dev gave his partner a wry glance. “At least that would be one positive thing that would’ve come from attending these things.”
“Yeah, well, still not worth it.” Aveline pulled her long, pale hair into a ponytail and readjusted the Arcus strap across her chest. “You ready?”
“Lead the way.” He inclined his head toward the door.
Pressing tight into the cluster of other guards all waiting to exit, Dev peered down as an arm brushed against his backside. With the graze being more of a grope, he was not surprised to find thick lips fashioned into a sly smirk pointed up at him.
“Oh, sorry,” the girl said in a honey-laced voice. “Close quarters.” She gestured to the congested group as a way of an explanation.
“Ah yes, I forgot you have issues keeping your hands to yourself, Candice. Especially while in crowds.”
“You didn’t seem to think it was an issue the other night.” Her gaze remained bold.
“And with you”—Dev leaned in—“I never will.”
A snort came from in front of them, but he ignored it, watching as a blossom of pink spread across Candice’s ebony skin. He smiled crookedly. “Safe rounds,” he murmured and, with her features still in a fluster, slipped through the door.
“You’re horrible,” Aveline said once they’d traveled down the hall.
“Candice has no idea what she’s getting into.”
“On the contrary, I think she has a very clear idea. In fact, she usually comes up with all of them. And let me tell you”—he arced a brow—“they can be pretty creatively flex—”
“Ugh, gag me with Metus droppings, why don’t you?” Aveline shoved Dev’s shoulder. “That’s not what I meant. You shouldn’t play with her like that. And yes, I realize I just set you up for another disgusting innuendo, so just don’t.”
A half smile flirted across his lips. “As long as you’re aware.”
“Dev,” she chastened.
“Ave, she knows I don’t do serious. They all know.”
“Yeah, well, they have a funny way of forgetting, and then I have to hear about it.”
“Oh, is that what this is about?” Dev turned to her, realization dawning on his face. “You don’t have to be so passive aggressive. If you want me to buy you earplugs, you just have to ask.”
She attempted to throw a punch to his arm again, but he sidestepped, his amused chuckle echoing down the hall.
“I give up.” She stalked forward. “I’m no longer covering for you when they come to me with death threats, asking where you are.”
“I like to think of those more as demands of passion.” He caught up with her in two long strides.
“I pity the next girl you meet,” Aveline said with a shake of her head and pushed through the doors to the outside. “I really do.”
Even though Dev laughed, deep down he couldn’t help but agree. The place his heart should’ve been had been hollowed out for decades. And though they’d all tried, desperately so, no one had yet been the one to refill it.
And Dev wasn’t sure if he ever wanted to encounter anybody who could.
About The Author
E.J. Mellow is the author behind the NA Contemporary Fantasy trilogy The Dreamland Series. When she's not busy moonlighting in the realm of make-believe, she can be found doodling, buried in a book (usually this one), or playing video games.
Residing in Brooklyn, NY she is currently working on the third and final book in her series.