Octavian St James is a Luenan magi, a member of a secret magical race whispered of in human legends since time began. He leads one of three councils who oversee and monitor all magical operations on Earth. Octavian lost the love of his life in 1935 in an inconceivable act of vengeance by a rogue mage bent on his destruction.
During a dream quest, he realizes Amanda Carson; a successful Phoenix restaurateur is the lover he lost. In a desperate cross-country quest, Octavian set out to find her before his vengeful enemy can destroy them both.
Amanda believes the caresses of her dream man are mere illusions, yet little does she realize he is real and seeking her with passionate intensity. Can Octavian stop his vengeful rival from recapturing Amanda or will a tragic history replete itself?
Octavian didn't know if he could turn around fast enough. It was her beloved voice that had spoke so quiet and near. It seemed as if his world were spinning faster than he could keep up. Their eyes met and locked, and he couldn't suppress a sigh when a spark of uncertainty and fear crossed her face. She dropped the packages she held as she moved closer.
She reached out an unsteady hand toward him. "You're real."
The wonder in her voice lit a fire in his heart. "Yes, My Darling."
He raised a shaking hand to touch her face and would have embraced her fully, if he hadn't seen a sudden blur of movement out of the corner of his eye and the shadow that fell across the sun. Octavian turned to look toward the source of his unease.
Radner Cross, who was a most evil-tempered magi and fey of the second council stood stock-still across from him. He was a close ally to Jonathan. He held a dream seeker in his left hand. The silver glow of its realized target glowed brightly under the newly-darkening sky.
So, it's true your little witch has resurfaced.
The power of Radner's telepathic sentence moved across the space. The implied threat and menace in his stillness was not lost on Octavian, and the danger only increased as the once-bright-blue sky gave a crack of ominous thunder. He gazed down at Amanda's expectant face, grasped her hand in a firm grip, and said with urgency, "There is time enough for questions later, but you must come with me now. You're in grave danger."
She pulled away from him with a start. "Look, just because we've shared a few dream kisses doesn't mean I'm going anywhere with you!"
Her words were spoken as she stepped away staring at Octavian as if he were a deranged lunatic. "This is crazy!"
Radner was moving in closer, preparing to strike, and Octavian spied with dismay the face of the shadow-dancer Magda in the distant mists of the quickly-forming clouds,. They were strong foes.
He knew then Radner intended to make the battle public, knowing that Octavian's magical efforts to protect Amanda would be hampered by so many untutored eyes. He must act.
"Please trust me and forgive me, but I must do this!"
He drew Amanda to him as she gave a startled cry. The pleasure of feeling her so near to him was eclipsed by the first bolt of lighting that struck the ground near them. She cried out in fear and the carnival crowd scattered in surprise. There were cries and screaming as Magda's lightning attack began. The fleeing crowd parted in several directions at once, leaving Octavian, Amanda, and Radner in the middle of the quickly emptying field.
"The woman comes with us, St James."
"Stay back, Radner, or you'll be sorry!"
He pulled Amanda closer behind him as she struggled like a frightened animal in his grip. "Look, I don't know what's happening here. But, I think you boys have the wrong woman!"
The lightning strikes moved closer. Amanda watched with horrified fascination as a single bolt struck the ground in front of them, knocking them from their feet. Octavian's hold on Amanda loosened as he and Radner stumbled back to their feet. He saw her fleeting figure running along the lake's walkway.