Night is my time…am not a vampire but i am a Night Rider….!
Maia screamed and woke.
‘Serenity?’ Cala’s voice, Cala’s angular shape outlined against the window.
‘ ‘Tis an ironic title, in sooth,’ Maia said feebly, realizing that the entangling garments of the nightmare were merely his bedsheets. His heart was hammering, and he was clammy with sweat.
The chandelier was wearing on its rubber support and the crack at the side of the ceiling hold was getting bigger. “One day that’s going to fall on us and spear you through the heart,
Los Angeles was the kind of place where everybody was from somewhere else and nobody really droppped anchor. It was a transient place. People drawn by the dream, people running from the nightmare. Twelve million people and all of them ready to make a break for it if necessary. Figuratively, literally, metaphorically — any way you want to look at it — everbody in L.A. keeps a bag packed. Just in case.
How’s daydreaming affecting nightmares??
Showing the light where is all dark!
Join the Rienish navy. See unusual sights. Never sleep with the lights out again.
It was a time of dark dreams. They washed in like flotsam on the night tide, slipping beneath doorways and window latches, rising through the streets and hills; and the little fishing-town of Scarlock foundered deep.
Fading light means more than just the end of another day. Night is when terrible things emerge from their sleep and seek soft flesh and hot blood.
We get all the bad dreams, ese,” she
said, stroking my wet cheek with the palm of her hand. “We got to leave some for somebody else.
Are you sure this isn’t a nightmare? And that we won’t just wake up?
Because dreamers always wake up and leave their monsters behind.