Sneak Peek Sunday (Weaver of Dreams)
For the past few weeks, we've gotten to know Maggie and Zane. I thought you might enjoy meeting the Dream Stalker who is torturing Maggie in her dreams. In the following excerpt, the stalker has just returned to his dimension from feeding on Maggie's terror.
Weaver of Dreams
Copyright 2013 Brenda Sparks
The human woman’s dreams were vivid and provided a delicious source of energy. The Dream Stalker barely needed to influence them at all, thanks to her natural tendency toward nightmares. He’d only needed to steer them a little, add a few malevolent details here and there. Her mind did the rest.
It had been so easy. A set of blood-red eyes added by him, and she’d created the six wolves that chased her. A well placed root from him while her head was turned, and she tripped to find herself surrounded by wolves. With little interference from him, the human’s nightmare generated such fear that it became a tangible force in her bedroom, surrounding his corporeal form with its feeding energy. The emotions her dreams elicited were strong, raw . . . addictive.
If he had lips in this dimension, he would be licking them. He still rode the high her fear created as he fed on it.
Nothing compared to the sensation he got when he consumed negative human emotions. They made it worth taking the human form required to enter the mortal dimension to feed. The negative emotions caused his blood to surge, his heart to sprint. Endorphins flooded his brain, giving him a potent high that could not be matched by anything in this dimension.
With no physical body, there were no endorphins or physical rush, just the lingering impression of utopia in his mind. He floated in the air, bobbing at a frantic pace thanks to the rush of his feed. He felt excited, elated. Like he could take on the universe. Nothing in the world, his or the human’s, compared to this, and he loved it!
Like a blanket, the balmy air flowed around his energy, welcomed him with its warmth. His world seemed extra vibrant, a resplendent cornucopia of color and constant light.He pushed through the air, not caring in which direction he went. Feeling alive, excited, he just needed to move. Now!
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Weaver of Dreams
Copyright 2013 Brenda Sparks
The human woman’s dreams were vivid and provided a delicious source of energy. The Dream Stalker barely needed to influence them at all, thanks to her natural tendency toward nightmares. He’d only needed to steer them a little, add a few malevolent details here and there. Her mind did the rest.
It had been so easy. A set of blood-red eyes added by him, and she’d created the six wolves that chased her. A well placed root from him while her head was turned, and she tripped to find herself surrounded by wolves. With little interference from him, the human’s nightmare generated such fear that it became a tangible force in her bedroom, surrounding his corporeal form with its feeding energy. The emotions her dreams elicited were strong, raw . . . addictive.
If he had lips in this dimension, he would be licking them. He still rode the high her fear created as he fed on it.
Nothing compared to the sensation he got when he consumed negative human emotions. They made it worth taking the human form required to enter the mortal dimension to feed. The negative emotions caused his blood to surge, his heart to sprint. Endorphins flooded his brain, giving him a potent high that could not be matched by anything in this dimension.
With no physical body, there were no endorphins or physical rush, just the lingering impression of utopia in his mind. He floated in the air, bobbing at a frantic pace thanks to the rush of his feed. He felt excited, elated. Like he could take on the universe. Nothing in the world, his or the human’s, compared to this, and he loved it!
Like a blanket, the balmy air flowed around his energy, welcomed him with its warmth. His world seemed extra vibrant, a resplendent cornucopia of color and constant light.He pushed through the air, not caring in which direction he went. Feeling alive, excited, he just needed to move. Now!
Want some more sneak peeks from some wonderful authors? If so, click the image above for a list of all participating blogs.
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