I dream of dead people. My dreams control me. Until the day I control them.
My waking life is a nightmare. Dreams should give me a break, except they don’t. I dream of people who are dead: their best moments, their worst moments, and far too often, their deaths.
Now, my dreams begin to revolve around Victorian-era Lucy and her happy, mundane life. It’s a welcome change from my nightmares, especially when her super-cute future cousin-in-law is around.
Until one day, I accidentally change the outcome of a dream.
I’m forced to make a life-changing decision that will have consequences even I can’t foresee. All I can do is trust my instinct.
Because when you play with death, there are no second chances.
My name is Emily Chandler and I dream of the past, literally.