Eyes Wide Shut

Eyes Wide Shut

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Imagine that, when you went to sleep, your dreams weren't dreams. Instead, you entered an entirely different dimension, ripe with magical creatures and danger around every corner. You can meet new people, go on adventures, and everything is real when you wake. Everything. Even injuries. This is what sixteen year old Asher Shatkin's reality looks like. After winning a football game, Asher falls asleep and finds himself in what appears to be yet another dream, so he's caught completely off guard when the dragon he sees turns out to be completely real and he has to run for his life.
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Book 1 of Rewritten: The Inamorate Saga. The great reveal had been beneficial for some. Elves, particularly, with their beauty and grace and quiet manipulation of the world around them. They thrived in the light, able to infiltrate human structure with ease, carving out a place for their kind at the most crucial of times. Their leaders set down territory lines, segregating cities and even states for themselves, for the growth of their people. They flourished, building their empire on the backs of those withered beneath. Fae, however, didn't find such a foothold. They remained in the darkness, hidden away in the tangles of forest untouched by humans, trapped within their clans. The dark ages reigned through those woodlands, void of modern technology and any shade of defiance. Monarchs ruled, surrounded by warriors, enforcing their law upon the common people. Outside, there was talk of abuse, of forced subjugation, whispers from those fae that had made it, that had escaped. Salem had chosen to remain silent. Five years had passed, not a soul knew of the clan he had fled. He had a family, three brothers who had taken him in, who had chosen to house him rather than barter money for the purity he still held. There was a normality to the world, to the life that Salem had forged. There was no reason for change, nothing to draw him back into that inky abyss he had clawed out of. Nothing but a tree flowering ivory petals housed in the estate of one of the most influential elves in their city...

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