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

I, on the other hand, got out a section of body at a time. First my legs, then my hips, followed by my torso and then finally the rest of me. I stood swaying for a moment, offering Dr. Avila a sickly grin.


He opened the boot and grabbed my suitcase. “Come, my young friend. Come.” He barely gave me time to get my briefcase and sports jacket before he escorted me into his apartment. Once there, he pointed out a small, spare bedroom. “You will sleep there. I regret—”


“No, no, that’s fine!” I breathed out a sigh of relief.


“—Rinaldo would know I had another man in our bed. Somehow he always knows, even if I wash the sheets. Did I mention how jealous he is?”


I wanted to ask if Carlos cheated on his lover, but then he might tell me it wasn’t important, that he’d always done so, man wasn’t meant for monogamy, and hadn’t we gotten together while he was living with his lover? That was the last thing I wanted to hear. I might be considered loose, but I wouldn’t be the other man.


Chapter 48