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HAPPY DREAMS!
Would you like to dream for the rest of your life if your dreams were always happy and you experienced no problems? See what Jane Gaskins, my reviewer says.
Would you like to dream for the rest of your life if your dreams were always happy and you experienced no problems? See what Jane Gaskins, my reviewer says.
The sign on Thrift World's front door read Donations Accepted Around Back, so that was where Marcelline went. She backed her pickup toward the Donation Center sign in the rear, then hopped out and opened the tailgate.
"Hallo!" she greeted the slender woman who appeared in the doorway. "I have a donation for you, but it's rather heavy."
"I'll get some help," the woman said, turning back inside.
Soon two brawny men came out and carried her offering inside. It looked like a rosewood cabinet, four feet long by a foot and a half wide, and the men struggled with it.
"Lady," the red-haired one puffed, "this thing is heavy."
"I know," Marcelline said. She swished her long granny dress and fingered the beads on her necklace.
The other man, who was black and bespectacled, grunted. "Darn thing weighs a ton," he said. "What do you have in here, a pile of rocks?"
"Not even warm," she laughed.
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I'm happy to announce that I will have two book signings on January 14 at the Book Exchange stores in Norfolk and Virginia Beach. The first two novels in my Dreamfarer series will be featured as well as other books. Please check them out, and I hope to see some of you there!
GO EAST, YOUNG MAN - BOOK 2 OF THE DREAMFARER SERIES AVAILABLE BY PRE-ORDER on AMAZON: https://amzn.to/3Xbehvq - Book 1, dreamfarer available at https://amzn.to/2ZsFws1
#sciencefiction #adventure - Go East, Young Man, the sequel to Dreamfarer, takes place 150 years in the future after World War III. Sam Adams travels with his friends from San Francisco all the way to Denver, having dangerous encounters on the way. Sam, who played a vital role in shutting down the San Francisco Dream Services Center and waking up half a million dreamers, hopes to meet a mysterious contact in Denver who will recruit him for his next mission.
Now, Sam thought, he must continue on to help those in
Denver to disrupt dream services in that city or anywhere else, must save other
sleepers from the deadly addiction of dreams which denied life itself. He had
committed himself to a worldwide revolution, a movement that those in power
would do anything to crush.
Something moved in the distance. He rubbed his eyes. The
light was still dim and he had probably imagined it. No, there it was again,
far back down the road he had come. It looked like…a man. And he was walking
directly toward him.
Sam staggered up, instantly alert. He had no gun or other
weapon, and was in no condition to defend himself. Glancing about, he saw only
thin stands of trees on both sides of the road. They offered few places to hide.
He squinted, trying to see better, to make out if the man
was big or small. Whoever he was, he was probably harmless. Yes, the odds
favored it. But the only times he had ever been a good gambler were in the
Center’s dreams, when he had been a Western gunslinger or a secret agent. With
his luck, the person had deliberately stalked him all the way from the Center
to kill him for what he had done. It could be vengeance, plain and simple.
But vengeance made no sense and was completely
implausible. How could anyone have tracked him all this way in the dark? And
with all the panic and confusion, how could they have picked up his trail in
the first place? Yet he had no doubt it was so and cursed himself for not
moving into the trees immediately. He started to do so but at that moment the
ripening sunlight touched the figure more clearly, revealing something
familiar.
No, it couldn’t be. But Sam stood watching as the man
grew closer and closer and finally halted a few steps away. Sam stared in
amazement.
“You!” he barely
managed to say.