Dream Killers by SM Blooding

Last Updated on February 5, 2018 by Diane Hoffmaster

Dreamkillersbanner1-1024x791The Sea of Dreams spat me out with no memories, no idea of who I was or what my purpose might be. When Captain Bo, dream killer extraordinaire, arrived, I took a chance to explore. On the road of discovery, I tripped upon dreamplanes floating dead in a graveyard, scared children attempting to survive their dreams turned nightmare, strange guardians, rogue Dreamlanders, and ships with hearts of silver. I learned more about Dreamland than I ever thought possible. But people are dying. They’re disappearing. Dreamland is twisting, shifting, ripping. I don’t know how best to help, how to save those I’ve met, who have wormed their way into my heart. If only I knew who I was, what I’d been born to do. Then I found out. I know who I am. I wish I didn’t. Dream Killers is geared for fans of Once Upon a Time. The first season (Spring 2014) consists of 3 novellas called episodes. It follows River as he discovers who he is and his role in Dreamland. Dream Killers is to Dreamland Stories what Agents of Shield is to the Marvel movies. Dreamland is an intense, rich, fascinating world with lots going on. If you like fairy tales, are looking for something new,try this one.

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Meet the Author:SM-Blooding

SM “Frankie” Blooding lives in Colorado with her pet rock, Rockie, and Jack the Bird. Jack has refused to let her to take up the piano again, but is warming to the guitar. It might help that Frankie has learned more than two strings. She’s added a few more Arabic words to her vocabulary, but don’t invite her into conversation yet—unless, of course, you’re willing to have a very . . . slow . . . conversation. She’s dated vampires, werewolves, sorcerers, weapons smugglers and US Government assassins. Yes. She has stories. She’s also an investigator with a local paranormal investigation group, Colorado Paranormal Rescue!


Something slithered out of the black depths of the ocean. Long tentacles pushed with amazing speed, almost like a bullet. It stopped in front of me. Fluorescent pink hair billowed around a human female torso. She turned, her hair streaming behind her, and hit Bo in the chest with a clawed hand. She twisted back to me. A shard of light caught her eyes. Blue with specs of glittering brown. Ruby scales lined her cheekbones and the gills along her cheeks and neck. She tipped her head, her squid-body twisting behind her. Her eyes dropped to the net and then shot back up at me. My lungs ceased to burn. The pressure. My body relaxed, my mouth falling open. I took in a deep breath, my eyes closing. Instead of filling with water, my lungs found air. I blinked at the squid-girl. What was going on? Come, dream killer. She grabbed my wrist, her claws breaking my skin. Someone wants to speak to you.
“I’m not a dream killer.” The warrior woman ignored me, and dragged me deeper into the ocean. I fought. Bess refused to let go of my hand, which was fine with me. I needed both my hands to fight back. She walked the net onto my shoulder, freeing my entire arm to beat against the squid woman. Her tentacles wrapped around me, pinning my arms to my sides. Needles or claws pierced my skin in a dozen places. I was going to die. That didn’t stop me, but the more I struggled, the tighter her tentacles encircled me. Blood stained the water. Mine. Darkness surrounded us. No light penetrated these waters. A heaviness settled in my chest, making it hard to breathe. The sea continued to whisper to me, so loud now that I had a hard time hearing my own thoughts over theirs. There were just so many of them. I couldn’t even make out words. The dream voices filled my mind with a buzzing that vibrated, pulling me sideways inside my own body. I couldn’t feel my own hands, my feet, my legs. My eyes filled with grit and my head grew heavy.
The warrior woman glanced at me with her sapphire and copper eyes, and pushed through the water even faster. My hair was plastered to my face. The force of the water or the dreams or whatever sucked the air right out of my lungs. Light shown in the distance and grew larger as a city loomed closer and closer. She slowed when she reached the outskirts. Other squid warriors joined her. Men and women, each with sapphire and copper eyes, each wearing copper flecked leather armor straps. Their tentacles lashed the water, creating currents. The new warriors led the way through the city of twisted corals. We dove to the base of the massive reef. Brightly colored fish darted in and out. Flowers disappeared as we approached. People unlike any I’d ever even imagined before came out of the crannies to watch us pass. Half human, half puffer fish people with dull red hair and bright red eyes. Half sea horse, half sea lion people. A half walrus, half octopus person. Half human, half manta ray. I still couldn’t think clearly, but this was amazing. I just hoped I would get to meet some of these people before they killed me. My captor dragged me to a wide space in the reef. Towers of coral rose all around us as she dumped me on to the sand and floated above me, her tentacles billowing out. I tried to move, to push myself up to a standing position, but failed. I had no control over my limbs at all. Blood rose in dozens of floating streams from my arms, legs and torso.A glowing, blue sea dragon swam toward me, his toothy mouth open. Long tendrils of white hair flowed with the current of his passing. He stopped with his head hovering over the sand next to me. It was as long as I was tall. His dark eye wasn’t black like I’d initially thought. Inside, a network of blue lightening lit it. Chills cascaded through me and my spine tingled. How dead was I?




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