Kindle Edition Amazon Category:  Fantasy Publisher: Artsprocket ISBN-10:  1481909738 Type: Fiction Pages: 111 Copyright: Dec 29, 2012 ISBN-13: 9781481909730 A collection of ten dreamlike stories that are presented in various genres from science fiction, to fantasy, to humor, to crime thriller and paranormal. This collection includes ten stories, like: Cerberus: What happens when an accountant runs into a three headed dog (or the dog runs over him)? Arianwen: Even a dragon can have an identity crisis Amber : When a refugee space ship runs into more trouble than it can handle Panic Tower: What if winning the lottery is only the beginning of your problems? The Veil: A TV psychic returns to his home town and gets more than he bargained for. Excerpt ------- Cerberus ... Burt was raking leaves when an elephant sat on his chest, ran down his left arm and crumpled him to the ground. Heart Attack. The Life Lotto. His number was up. Badda bing, badda boom. It made sense, in oh so many ways. He ate like a barbarian, never exercised, sat on his butt all day at work, and came home to park said butt again on his sofa all night. He never met a stick of butter or pound of bacon he didn’t like. Really, it was all like in the brochure. Cardiac Arrest was on his tour map of the Amazing Life of Excess. Complete with dessert. And yet. --------- Arianwen... She awoke mid-flight. Her instincts kept her aloft. There was a drag, a weight on her shoulders as she flew. She turned her neck around and saw a tiny Elf secured in a leather harness. The Elven woman grinned back fiercely, her auburn hair streaming behind her in the wind. “Onward, Fergillius! Speed thee safely! They are close behind!” She was shouting into the wind of their passage. Her bodice was of golden fabric with metal threads crisscrossing in a tight pattern. The setting sun with its pink light highlighted her tiny form. Fergillius? Arianwen, or maybe Fergillius, heaved her mighty shoulders and allowed the membranes to trap huge gulps of the wind and swim faster in the fluid that other creatures merely breathed. The exhilaration was the adrenaline that pumped her heart even faster. When she turned back around, she finally saw what was chasing them. Three huge black wind drakes were closing in. Atop each was a pale slug of a storm wizard. In this light, they looked translucent. Their segmented thoraxes shone with an internal glow: their organs were charging up. --------- Amber.... My parents died on the imploding clods of Earth. I didn’t witness it, not exactly. The ship managed to travel outside the escape zone. From that distance, when the planet collapsed in on itself, cities were tiny specks of light, winking out. My imagination filled in the blanks. In my mind I saw them torn, crushed, and vaporized. But the implosion of an entire planet holds its own peculiar majesty. Transfixed, I watched the visual spectacle unfold. I probably should have been lamenting the massive loss of life. Instead my mind was obsessively calculating the far-flung mathematics of implosion physics on a planetary scale. Others on the ship wailed and wept for their dead. But as for me, I was quiet as graves. ---------- Panic Tower ... He had more money than he’d ever dreamed of, if he’d been dreaming about money, which, let’s face it, we all do. He bought the place after it was put up for sale, which was ironically, or at least coincidentally the same day Jonah was reading in the paper about Balanchek’s funeral. He was clueless to any connection, and he had his own worries. He had to get an accountant to keep track of his money, and a lawyer to keep track of his accountant. Unfortunately there is no one that keeps track of lawyers, except other lawyers, and that’s like asking one rat to set a trap for his brother rat. --------- The Veil ... As Banyan pulled up, the only open spot, of course, was in front of his father’s house. Banyan’s Law: more things than you can think of will go wrong because you can’t anticipate every variable. Vehicles of every description clotted the road and driveway of the house where Marisol Carranza had grown up. As a boy, he used to be able to see into her bedroom, across the tracks. The “other” side. He shut off the car, and waited for the pinging to stop as the car cooled down. He felt glued to the seat. He’d come all this way, but still hesitated. He grabbed the flowers off the passenger seat and stepped out of the car. He eyed his father’s house suspiciously, praying the bastard wasn’t looking out his window right then. He even flinched a little as he walked by. As if his father was capable of throwing an empty at his head from inside his house.

Fun read for fantasy lovers!, January 4, 2013
By Nicole M. Wolverton
This review is from: A Plague of Dreams (Dreamwood Tales) (Kindle Edition)
4.5 stars to this entertaining anthology of short stories. It's full of vivid, imaginative characters and twist endings you won't see coming. Extra points for the really excellent illustrations that go along with each chapter. Highly recommended if you like bite-sized pieces of fun fiction and fantastical elements!

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Zoë Sharp rated it
Loved this book of highly imaginative short stories. The idea is that all the stories in this anthology were inspired by weird dreams. If that's the case, Mr Hancock needs to stop eating cheese right before he goes to sleep! Fabulous illustrations to go with them. A great read.