The Book of Dreams (The Chronicles of Faerie, Book 4)
O. R. Melling
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Dana Faolan, the spunky half-faerie heroine of The Light-Bearer's Daughter, the third book in The Chronicles, has been using her access to the land of Faerie to escape the troubles of being a teenager in a new town. But a dark, mysterious enemy is determined to sever the two worlds forever, thus dooming both. It will take all of Dana's bravery and resourcefulness, plus the help of friends old and new, to save her two homes, especially when it becomes clear that the answer lies in an act of terrible sacrifice.
Just as the previous books explored Ireland's rich folkloric history, The Book of Dreams delves into the magical lore of Canada. Melling delivers another "compelling blend of mythology and geography" (School Library Journal, starred review) that will thrill fans of the series.
we’re very close to solving it. Where do you think ‘the living would meet the dead’ in Creemore?” They shouted the answer together. “The graveyard!” • • • The Creemore cemetery was at the south end of the village, in a hilly wooded area beyond Collingwood Street. The site was sheltered on all sides by tall stands of pine. A bone-white pathway meandered through the rolling grounds. Tombstones of pink and white granite were scattered over the clipped grass. The view from the height took in the
flames still burned around her as she clung to her light, but everything was different. Like perfume in the air, she caught the scent of promise. Vague figures moved in the firewall. She sensed they were real, not visions. Some looked human, others appeared to be animals, and there were those who seemed a mixture of both. Human heads on animal bodies. Animal heads on human bodies. More and more arrived. They were a shining assembly, multitudinous, living, glorious. They were speaking among
paused in midair and didn’t knock. Not yet. Turning suddenly, she ran from the settlement. With the ease of a shape-shifter, she dropped to the ground and took the form of a wolf, as white as the snow. Now she let out a howl. It woke all the dogs for miles around and set them barking furiously. The door of Grandfather’s house opened. Light spilled onto the snow. Out bounded the black wolf in a rush to join her. When he reached her side, they touched noses in greeting. They played a frantic game
nose ring. Then the black clothes. Several shops in Creemore stocked young people’s fashions. Dana was allowed to choose her new wardrobe as long as the colors were bright. A visit to the beauty salon was, for Dana, the oddest experience, especially since the clientele were her grandmother’s age. However, she liked the hairstyle she got, trimmed and tapered, and she listened politely to the advice on makeup and skin care. In fact, Dana was prepared to do anything to gain her grandmother’s
Faerie are with you. Please let us help you! The letter wasn’t signed, but Dana was sure of its author. She sniffed at the paper. There was a faint smell of apples. She wished she could show it to Jean, but he had left for hockey practice. He was already being hailed the best on the team. Dana looked around. A few students lingered in the classroom, preparing to leave. Ms. Woods sat at her desk, her blond head bent over test papers, seemingly busy; but the suspense in her posture was obvious.