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We Shadows
Book One Of The Nightís Dream Series
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ISBN-10: 1-55404-827-3
Genre: Fantasy/SF/Suspense/Thriller
eBook Length: 308 Pages
Published: April 2011
Total Readers: 1

From inside the flap

After a year of coasting rather than living, destroyed by her boyfriend Eliotís death, Shane Valentine matriculates into his college. She begins to build a new life as a college freshman, only to have it stolen from her one night while drowning her sorrows at the bottom of a daiquiri.

Awakening the next day in a strange apartment with a bloody shirt and three scars she canít remember. Shane realizes that no one aside for her roommate Roselyn, a Wiccan with epilepsy, remembers her.

Unfortunately, three occultists remember her all too well!

Reviews and Awards

"The book We Shadows by Thomm Quackenbush is one of the most engaging books Iíve ever read...I am eagerly looking forward to reading the next two books."--Reader Review,
"There is a definite Alice in Wonderland feel to this book... The dry, witty humour was worth reading the book for on its own."--

"Quackenbush has brought in a nice mix of existing mythology... whilst introducing some new touches... and playing around with some genre faithfuls..."--Paul Montgomery, Goodreads review

"... a compelling blend of realism and fantasy...approaches the genre from a quirky enough angle to really maintain my interest and draw me into the storyline. The characters are also remarkably well-developed...The plot is satisfying on multiple levels, with enough danger, mystery, and supernatural intrigue to satisfy...All in all, a thoroughly enjoyable read, and highly recommended."--Jinx, Goodreads review

"Thomm Quackenbush's, Night's Dream series is one of those gems. He has created a series that will pull it's reader to the underneath of it's pages and leave them enraptured in it's wake."--Jill Swanson, Reader

"Overall I love this book,"--Amber. Reader

"This series exceeds expectations with it's remarkable world building and cast of characters... The plot is extremely original and the way everything comes together through out the story makes it clear that the author put a lot of hard work into it's creation... This book is a fun fantasy read but also full of underlying complexities...I will definitely be recommending this series to all. "--Jill Marie, review

We Shadows (Excerpt)

Prologue: Ravenous

The light fixture was the last thing Shane remembered before it began properly, before the first knife entered her ribcage. The light looked like a mushroom.

She needed to mope - a talent at which she excelled - and couldnít do it in her room, so she was willing to indulge the primary objective of bars, drunkenness. The secondary objective of bars - picking up strangers and making use of their bedrooms - did not interest Shane. She hadnít kissed anyone in over a year, but she would before the week was out.

The real source of her problem, the moment the night went from a solitary bitch-fest to the end of her life as she knew it, was accepting the drink.

The bartender had nudged her out of her self-pity, yelling, "Miss, I said that someone sent you a drink!"

"Oh! Who?" she had yelled back.

The bartender shrugged his stout shoulders. "Didnít say! So, you want it?!"

"Who sent it?" Shane asked again. He made of show of scanning the bar as though seeking land. Few dry faces looked back.

"Donít see him anymore." He put a wine glass in front of Shane and turned away to tend to a customer who would not be so inquisitive.

Shane peered at the glass. The liquid within gleamed the purple of first kisses. In the center floated a star-shaped seedpod smelling of licorice. She swished it around in her glass and she took a sniff bordering on a snort. It smelled like her grandmotherís kitchen after making cinnamon rolls.

She sipped. A trap of spice seized her tongue and was disarmed by honey. A larger mouthful radiated the warmth of glowing coals. She swallowed the remainder of the glass in two gulps, licking her lips to make sure she missed none. She even chewed the seedpod, ravenous.

The din around her muted, the world filtered through the bottom of her glass. The bar palpitated with her heart, a fuzzy orange glow waxing with her every exhalation.

I watched her float in the space around her head, embryonic. She didnít want to be wearing clothes anymore. "Clothes" seemed such a funny word to her, syllables invented to annoy someone with a speech impediment. Like "chrysanthemum". She just wanted to rise to the ceiling, unfettered and ignored, and be carried around by the current like the last balloon after the party ends.

She remembered falling from the stool. And the knives. Accepting the drink was absolutely the wrong move.