Dream Dark (Caster Chronicles, Book 2.5)
Kami Garcia, Margaret Stohl
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When Link joined his best friend, Ethan Wate, on a quest through a mysterious network of underground passageways endlessly crisscrossing the South, he knew the journey would be dangerous. But returning home to Gatlin, South Carolina was just the beginning...
Wounded during a climactic battle, Link discovers that tending his injuries won't be as simple as visiting a doctor and that healing his arm should be the least of his worries. For being bitten by a Supernatural does more than break the skin -- it changes a person, inside and out, turning Link into someone more and more like the dark creature who injured him.
In this never-before-seen short story by New York Times bestselling authors Kami Garcia and Margaret Stohl, listeners witness Link's heart-racing transformation. Dream Dark is set before the much-anticipated third Beautiful Creatures novel, Beautiful Chaos, and as a special bonus includes an exclusive sneak peek at the first five chapters.
Dream Dark word count: ~10,000
open. His mom was standing there, between Doc Asher and Wanda Beezer, all looking impatient. Jeez, wasn’t anyone else ever sick in this town? “Come on, son. Your mother thinks we should have a little talk. And I’ll take a look at that arm a yours.” Doc Asher patted Link’s shoulder. Wanda coughed and held out her gloved hand. “I’m waitin’.” Link handed her the warm yellow cup. Doc Asher looked at Link from the other side of his desk. “You see, son, sometimes when a boy and a girl—a man and a
me somethin’, Doc?” Link knew his mom had probably already shared her steroids theory. Doc Asher picked up a pen and Link’s chart off the desk. “Have you been feeling angry?” Was he for real? “I don’t know, Doc. Have you?” “Wesley, this is serious. The abuse of steroids…” Link stopped listening and started wondering if the serious abuse of your son’s privacy would show up in the container. Until Doc said something that stopped him cold. “With all the changes your mother’s mentioned, after I
and completely understandable.” Macon poured himself a glass of sweet tea. “And the answer is no, Wesley. You don’t have to drink blood. May I ask if you’ve experienced any other cravings?” Link shook his head. “Not for blood.” Ridley stopped filing. “Have you been craving something else, son?” Macon asked. Ridley examined her nails so closely you would’ve thought she was a professional hand model. “Just a mother’s love,” she said. “And a record deal. Two things he’ll never get. Right,
the rest of the folks in Gatlin. Not that Macon would have seen it that way. Except his flowers weren’t plastic, and his headstone was surrounded by potted gardenias and hydrangeas, rather than glow-in-the-dark crosses. “Thanks,” Link said gratefully. “I wouldn’t wanna starve or anything. I definitely can’t eat any a my mom’s cookin’ anymore.” “That is unfortunate.” Macon took a long sip of his sweet tea. “Mortal food is certainly an unexpected perk of my transformation.” “You know, it’s not
I’m a girl—an average, worthless Mortal girl. I’m not a Supernatural anymore. I’m a super-nothing. And you’re a hard-core, walk in the daylight Incubus.” “Quarter Incubus.” “Well, I’m a hundred percent Mortal. So we have nothing in common.” Link grabbed her shoulders. She winced, and he tried to loosen his grip before he accidentally snapped a few bones. “We never had anythin’ in common, and it never mattered before. You were a Siren and I was a regular guy. You were Third Degree Burns hot,