I absolutely love writing dream sequences. Dreams are something that is always featured in my work. Here’s a fave scene from an unreleased chapter…
Her voice was there, a quiet melody in the light of the sun. A flash of a thought of a time long forgotten. He felt her hand in his, pulling him forward.
_'Silas! Come on!' There was laughter in an echo, floating away on the wind. _
Fingers entwined, he saw her smile. Red hair lifting on the breeze as she turned. Green eyes of an emerald forest known only to him. He tried to keep up with her pace, pushing his legs against a world of weight pulling them down.
_Suddenly her hand slipped from his and in desperation he tried to snatch it back but she became a ghost in his sight. The sky darkened to black and in that darkness, Silas watched helpless as Sky was sucked away from him. She screamed his name and the remnant of her voice lingered. _
'No,' Silas breathed.'No, no, no, no, Sky!'
_He grasped the black, pushing his hands through it as though he himself were swimming. _
_The black was blinding and even without a sense of direction, Silas shuffled forward in the way he thought she had gone. _
_'Sky!' He heaved her name, beginning to slow. His body a lead weight against his will. He stumbled, hitting his knees against hard ground in a world that was an obscure black. _
_He stopped where he was. Clenching his fists, Silas howled into the dark but its sound soon died away and even Silas soon ceased his struggles. Hanging his head, he panted for air. His eyes shut against the black, his body rising and falling against the deep breaths he pulled into himself. _
Slowly, alone in the darkness, he began to remember. Everything.
Another deep breath. His body shuddering, his marked hand gripped his chest. If he wanted to save the light of his life, he would have to descend deeper into the dark. He would let it in, all to become something more. He would not resist any longer.
'Make me yours and I will follow.' He breathed.
**My Silas,**
_His head stirred. The black speaking his name, the shadows surrounding him swirled. _
listen.
_Silas' eyes remained closed and he listened. His mind calmed, and his body stilled. _
Hear it.
_Silas nodded, the shadows whispering nothings in his ear in passing. _
_Feel it. _
The black flowed through his fingers.
_Taste it. _
_Into his mouth and nose, the darkness seeped. _
_Touch it. _
Flowing across his skin like cold water, Silas shivered.
Obey it. The darkness calls to you. It is time to answer it.
_It caressed his every limb. The shadows enticed Silas into the embrace it offered and he accepted its touch. _
_ If you can pay the toll for your soul's passage, then without chains or the plague of corruption for your sins, you may have your desired place among the Fallen. There is no going back. You will either pass through the flames of what you may become, or die. _
Opening his eyes, the black pools of Silas' eyes began to change. They smouldered with a fire that revealed every mystery that had been hiding in the dark.
My Hellhound. Cerberus.