David Knight has been plagued by dreams his entire life, only to have all memory of them vanish when he awakens. Now the dreams are coming with more frequency, and they seem to be drawing him to the Amazon. A scientist with a PhD in ichthyology and a dedication to learning all he can about lungfish, whose existence dates back to the Devonian era, David is determined to see what the Amazon holds. His hopes seem about to be answered when Dr. Carlos Avila contacts him. It seems the Brazilian archeologist discovered the remains of a previously undiscovered species on a tributary of the Amazon, and he’d like nothing better than for David to join the expedition to see if more of the creature can be found. Of course David leaps at the opportunity and flies to Pesadelo Bay to join the mismatched team. Once there, he discovers not only does Dr. Avila have his own agenda, but a former conquest as well as a friend who’d saved his life years before are part of the team and are engaged to be married. Meanwhile, the need to sail up the Amazon to find what ... or who ... is calling him there has become more and more pressing, and David must decide which is the most important -- learning what Dr. Avila really is searching for, or finding the answer to his dreams?

Lagoon of Dreams

“Did you have an enjoyable time during your stopover in New York?” Father studied the contents of his glass.


I had the uneasy feeling this was something else he knew the answer to, but nevertheless I answered him. “As a matter of fact, I did.”


I waited to see where this would lead, but apparently Father wasn’t prepared to pursue it—not at this time, at any rate.


“To your health, David.” He raised his glass. Mother murmured something and did the same. She walked to the window that looked out onto the side lawn, drew aside the heavy drapes, and continued to sip her cocktail meditatively.


“Thank you.” I took a sip of the sherry, kept a grimace off my face, and cleared my throat. “I got your message, Father. I have to say I’m surprised you flew down to the lab. What did you—”


Before I could finish my question, he pulled open his desk drawer and handed me a sheaf of papers. They bore the letterhead of the hospital in Johannesburg, and I felt cold.


Chapter 42