A Book Of Dreams Peter Reich Romane & Geschichten

It turned out she knew everything. My music teacher once called me a prodigy, destined for Carnegie Hall. Saving Damian burned my hand, damaging the tendons irreversibly. I couldn't play the piano without shaking. My parents sold everything for my treatments, to no avail. I had to abandon my dream. With mounting debts weighing on him, my dad succumbed to illness. Unable to handle the grief, my mom took her life to join him. In the dead of night, when my hand throbbed, those memories haunted me.

Peter’s mother said, her eyes begging Peter to listen but she knew just how stubborn her son was. Peter said nothing, he just stared at her blankly. “Your father had th-this book, I…it’s a-about witchcraft and some spells. The funny thing about the book is that it comes and it goes, I have never understood the cycle. “Last week, it was nowhere to be found and today, I saw it on the shelf, right where your father used to keep it.” Peter’s mother said, intriguing her curious son even more. “Why, mom?” Peter asked, his hazel light gray eyes peering intently at his mom as though they could reach the very depth of her soul. Sometimes, the scared his mom a little but she would just immediately sha

Sonja and the others watched the old book curiously, the cover depicts a compass with a crescent moon covering one side while a greek ship at the bottom carrying the two, the words Liber Somniorum etched in gold seem to be the title of the book. "The Book of Dreams." Samantha whispered. Phil and his friends looked at Samantha. "That's what the title means, The Book of Dreams." Samantha explained shyly. After Samantha's explanation, they returned and curiously read the book again. Phil then flipped the book and stopped at the page which explains how to control your dreams and a set of practices on becoming a Lucid Dreamer. Eric and Sonja were intrigued and wanted to practice as well, while Sa

"I'll put together a plan for that. For now, rest." He pulled out another anchor and put it around my neck. My whole body felt heavier like it was weighing me down somehow. "Could you look into the spear of the Moon Wars?" I asked. "Should I ask why?" We need to find a way to break this curse, Peter. And I think I might have an idea." "The spear appeared in my dreams to help me..." I whispered, blinking blearily. I told him what happened in the dream, and Vasil moved away briefly, returning with a leather-bound book that appeared to be centuries old.

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

Or am I dreaming? I just cannot believe my eyes. * * * * * (To be continued in the book named "Price Of Pryce")

Fear almost shattered her as a person, now it’s just right that Peter William be her perfect solution to her passionate protection. Peter adjusted his body allowing her to lay her head back onto his chest. She closed her eyes. For the first time in a long time, she actually managed without difficulty to just fall asleep. In dream land she realized her erotic dream has come alive. “My Peter...” she mumbled taking a deep breath fast asleep.

I sucked it up quickly, and decided it was pointless to beat around the bush. "I was hoping that I would be able to read a book with information on Reavers. I don't know much about them, but if I may be one, I think I have a right to know more." I said, hoping he would know what book I meant, this being a dream and all. "You mean the book from the other day?" He questioned, as he snapped his fingers and produced a book with a silver spine. It was the exact book from my last dream. I longed to get my hands on it.

He was dressed in a blue robe, and he was sitting in a chair, reading a book. "I love to read," I said. "Then, allow me to show you something special," the man said. He stood up and walked over to the shelves. He pulled a book off the shelf and handed it to me. The cover was a deep red, and it had gold lettering. It was titled "The Book of Dreams." "This book contains every story ever told," the man said. "Every fairy tale, every myth, every legend. It's all here, waiting for you to read it."