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

“No one expects you to. But it’s not fair to Dinah if you plan to marry her.”


He took the cigarette from my lips and put it between his own, staring into my eyes as he inhaled. He began to cough, and each time he tried to draw a breath, he coughed harder. I bit my lips to keep from laughing. It wouldn’t have been kind.


“You really shouldn’t start, Sam.” I removed the cigarette from his mouth, stubbed it out on the verandah railing, and tossed it aside. “I think I’ll go see what Dinah and Dr. Avalon are up to.”


Unfortunately, Sam trailed along after me.


“Where’s Dr. Avila?” I asked when Sam and I got to the lab. Carlos wasn’t there.


“He said he had to speak to his son about something.” Dinah and Leo were bent over a tray that contained…Well, whatever it was, it wasn’t a lungfish. It was almost hand-like, although it appeared more reptilian than mammalian.


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