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To Dream Is To Die
Publication date: January 8th 2019
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal
Eighteen-year-old Brenna Whit is entering college as a freshman and starting to meet new people, but she hides a dark secret. Because of an accident that happened three years ago, her spirit wanders the Fade whenever she falls asleep. It’s something she wants to keep hidden from the world, but when she sees someone watching her in spirit form, she fears the secret’s out. With new friends, possibly new enemies, school, and a new crush, Brenna has too much to worry about for just her freshman year of college.
Sarah Lampkin is a New Adult/Young Adult fiction author from Southern Virginia. She currently resides in Northern Virginia with her cat, Fox (who is practically a dog). When she’s not writing, she’s playing video games, rock climbing, or getting ready for hunting season. Sarah began writing over a decade ago with her first novella called Angels: Moon and Sun, which is now being rewritten as Tainted Wings on Wattpad. She draws inspiration from Celtic mythology in her stories and aims to create unique worlds following strong female protagonist. In 2015, Sarah was able to utilize her Dead Dreamer series in her graduate program and graduate with an MA in English.
As soon as my eyes shut, my spirit was out of my body, but I didn’t have time to think. Before I could blink, a force ripped me through the walls and yanked me out of the room. Fighting as hard as I could, I tried to stop my momentum, but nothing was working. I flew past dorm rooms, then buildings and students before finally ending up in the woods. When the force finally stopped, I fell to the ground trying to catch my breath. The voices in my head were louder than before, telling me I was close to the doorway.
A sound from behind me made me freeze. “Holy shit! Sorry! My bad!”
Rising to my feet, my head turned to see Damon with his hands over his eyes. Still butt naked, I could feel the fury growing deep inside me. “What the hell, Damon? What did you do?”
While waiting for him to find his voice again, I focused my energy on materializing my clothes.
“I just wanted to see if I could actually summon a spirit. Apparently I can, though I didn’t know you’d be naked. Why are you naked?” He asked frantically, still trying to keep his eyes covered.
If I could smack him, I would. “I’m decent, and don’t you ever try that again! You just about ripped me from my body. Where did you learn that anyway?”
Damon was hesitant, but he lowered his hands and relaxed once he realized I was dressed. “I did research online on some Wiccan websites, random stuff like that, and it just said to concentrate on the spirit you want to summon and have a piece of their belongings.” From his pocket he pulled out one of my pencils with an innocent grin on his face.
“Okay. One: don’t steal anything from me again; even if it is a pencil or just lint. And two: why the hell would you summon me in the first place?”
His face suddenly hardened. “I told you we weren’t done with that conversation, and I knew you were going to avoid me and not want to talk about it. So, I thought I’d try this and make you talk.”
The anger I felt before hardened, just like his face. I was tempted to go back to my body only to come back to beat the crap out of him. “You can’t make me do anything. You may think I know all the secrets of the universe, but I don’t. I can just tell you I am what I am.”
While I spoke, he kept turning his head to look at something. “Okay, I can tell you’re mad, but destroying that tree isn’t necessary.”
“What are you talking about?” I turned to discover the tree next to us had been covered in notches. It took a second to register. “I did that?”
He nodded. “The louder you got, the faster the notches were cut into the tree. I’m guessing you didn’t know you could do that? Gauging from your expression, I’d say no.”
I had been a spirit for three years, and I had not once been able to move things. Although it was cool, I was highly irritated that I had to discover it at the same time as Damon. “Whatever,” I said casually.
He shook his head. “Look, I know you don’t know everything, but I still want to know whatever you do. It’s your own fault for slipping up and letting me see you.”
“I’ve never met a Watcher before. I usually went wherever I wanted and nobody ever bothered me, let alone saw me. How was I supposed to know I had to be careful?”