He Who Weaves Nightmares | PUBLISHED (Available in Print and eBook Format)
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  • Części 53
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  • Odsłon 127,352
  • Głosy 8,735
  • Części 53
  • Czas 7h 14m
Opowieść Zakończona, Pierwotnie opublikowano wrz 02, 2015
When the three gods of the dream world accidentally caused a mass homicide, their father, Erebus, decided to punish them and send them to the mortal realm. The oldest brother, the weaver of dreams who could mimic any human form, found the humans dull playthings that were beneath him. The youngest, the weaver of surreal visions who could mimic any form of nature, had always been secretly in love with the complicated race. The middle child, the weaver of nightmares who could mimic animals and monsters, carried the guilt why all three were banished and he desired nothing more but to return to his post.
  
  The brothers were proud gods who worried that the world would become drearier without them to inspire the mortals through their dreams. They did not want to leave their crucial responsibility with their father who was too busy forming darkness. They always believed mortals were tedious and unimaginative creatures who needed their guidance.
  
  Until they met Selene.

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Raven Awards - Third Place (Fantasy)
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For the past two years, the only dreams George has had the pleasure of having were horrible, horrible nightmares. These nightmares always had five things in common. In every one, each and every person he cared about died in an excruciatingly painful way. In every one, George was tied up, and there were lacerations all across his chest that bled but didn't hurt. In every one, there was someone cackling in the background. In every one, there was something there. Something he could never remember the details of when he woke up. And lastly, that something would always lick his wounds slowly, savoring his blood and fear before whispering a promise in his ear. "I'll see you soon, Georgie." [DREAM NOT FOUND FIC, INSPIRED BY WIZARDSTOVE'S DREAM DEMON DESIGN]