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

“Really, da Rosa,” Sam said. “Is a watch really necessary?”


“Do you wish to face Viejo’s men again?”


“Surely you don’t think there are more of them?” Sam looked pale in the moonlight.


“So we will watch during the night. Cristovao, where’s our dinner?”


Cristovao came on deck carefully balancing five plates. He handed them to each of us, then brought the last one to Viejo.


“How do you expect me to eat?” he snapped and caused the handcuffs confining his hands behind his back to rattle.


“Please, Captain,” Carlos said. “Free one hand. Your man can cuff the other to the cleat on the deck.”


Da Rosa gnawed on his lower lip, then shrugged. “This is not wise but…It will be as you ask. Cristovao, do as the good doutorrequests.” He tossed his man the keys, then sent a hostile look in Viejo’s direction. “Eat quickly, hombre.” He waited for Viejo to start eating before he set to his stew himself.


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