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

“Have you and Sam set a date?” I asked as I speared a chunk of guava.


Sam grinned at me and spoke before Dinah could say a word. “We’re getting married just as soon as she gets a raise and can keep me in the style to which I plan to become accustomed.”


“You really plan to let Dinah support you?”


“Who’ll take care of the children?”


“What children?” Sam asked blankly.


“Sam?” Dinah raised an eyebrow, a habit I remembered from our time together, and it didn’t usually bode well.


“Oh. Oh, those children. We’ll hire someone to handle all that stuff.”


“My mother stayed at home and took care of me and my brothers, while Father attended to matters in the royal household.”


“Really? Your father knew the king?” Leo seemed bedazzled.


“Of course he did.” Sam said loftily. “He’s a baronet.” He spoiled it by adding in a petulant tone, “An earl or a marquis would have been better.”


Chapter 59