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

“Yes. I translated enough of them to realize Puksik’al Yakuntik was real, and what I was reading confirmed there was such a city.” He gripped my arm. “Fascinating, my young friend. Fascinating.”


Well, yes it was, but, “Carlos, why did you want me?”


“Eh? Have you looked in the mirror?”


“That’s not what I meant.” I could feel my cheeks burn up. “What does that have to do with lungfish?”


“Eh?” he repeated, looking puzzled.


“Your wire said something about lungfish. Mayan ruins aren’t exactly my area of expertise.” I blew out a breath. “I’m not an archaeologist. I’m not even a linguistics expert.” I knew some Latin, but Portuguese might as well be Greek to me, and as for Mayan…“I can’t help you translate the Mayan into English. Why did you want me on this expedition?”


“You have a degree in herpetology.”


“I thought you needed my expertise in lungfish.” This wasn’t getting us anywhere.


“Ah.” He smiled, pinched my chin, and wandered off, leaving my question unanswered.


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