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

He grunted and rubbed his throat again.


Da Rosa glared at him, then said, “We need to report this to the authorities. This is not permissible. And then we must get DoutorAvalon to the nearest medical facility.” He called over his shoulder, “Fabricio, full throttle.”


During the past weeks, while I’d brought up artifacts and Carlos and Sam examined them, while Dinah studied the fish that called the lagoon home and Leo studied the surrounding flora and fauna, Captain da Rosa had his men widening the entrance to the lagoon. It was safe for the Adelinato leave under full steam.


“Captain,” Dinah called. “We seem to have some trash in need of disposal.”


She gestured toward where the man who’d shot himself lay sprawled on his back, staring sightlessly at the sky above, a growing pool of blood beneath him.


“The damned fool must have nicked his femoral artery. I thought I told you to bandage him,” he snapped at his men.


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