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

The feeling of being watched crawled over my spine. But that sensation went spinning out of my mind as I rounded a mass of brush and ferns and entered the clearing where camp had been set up.


The silence was eerie. Jagged pieces of wood—most likely boxes containing supplies—were splintered, stabbing outward at odd angles as if uncontrolled fury had been vented on them. Sacks had been sliced open and their contents spilled over the ground. As for the tent…my God, the canvas flap hung in shreds, cloth tears.


“Could an animal have done this?” Sam swallowed heavily.


I jumped. I hadn’t even realized he and the captain had come up behind us.


“It’s impossible to say.” Captain da Rosa stooped over, examining the ground around the devastation. “The ground is too torn up.”


I stared in disbelief. I had seen this. Somehow, the night Manolo Viejo had attacked me, I had seen what had happened in this camp


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