Dreams (Sarah Midnight Trilogy 1) Read Online Free
Author: Daniela Sacerdoti
of his life: as if he was dead already.
Harry. My brother.
I’ve been alone all my life. As my parents died while I was still quite young, I’ve always resisted making relationships with other people. My grandparents looked after me because they felt it was their duty, but they never made their way into my heart. Friends and acquaintances were just for company. Girlfriends … well, girlfriends were a different story, more of a quest, really, a never-satisfied quest for somewhere to be, somewhere to belong.
Then I met Harry Midnight, and he changed my life forever. He changed me forever. He showed me how it feels to care for someone more than you care for yourself; he showed me what it means to have a family.
He took me into the secret world behind this one, the terrible, beautiful, dangerous world where the things we see with the corner of our eye, the things we fear are lurking in the shadows, dwell and thrive. Where the imprinted memories of long-ago predators are more than just memories: they come alive.
Thanks to him I became a hunter, I became the person I was always meant to be.
I had just started university in my hometown of Christchurch, New Zealand. Medicine. I had no great passion for it; I just did it because I could, because I didn’t know what else to do, and because it seemed like a good way to get myself the life I wanted. Harry was there to follow a family tradition – both his father and his uncle were doctors. I soon got to know a few of his other family traditions, most of them involving danger and death in various degrees.
He was an orphan. His parents were killed when he was a teenager. They had fallen out with their own families in Scotland, and had moved to New Zealand when Harry was a baby. After their death, Harry found himself alone, and ended up being cared for by relatives, just like me.
The first time I saw him was on a freezing winter night. He was standing in a flowerbed not far from the university dormitories, muttering to himself. I was walking back from somebody’s room – I can’t remember her name; there were a few girls in my life at the time. I thought he must have been drunk, standing in the cold like that, talking to himself. I’m no Samaritan, but I didn’t want anyone collapsing outside and ending up getting hypothermia, so I walked up to him.
I’ll never forget the first time I saw his face, because I swear, his eyes were the wildest thing I had ever seen. Green, a bright green that was nearly unnatural, with a look in them that would have stopped anyone in his tracks – anyone, or any thing . He looked like he was deep in conversation, as if he were discussing something crucial – his face was tight, like a fist. He was waving his hands in the air, tracing invisible symbols with his fingers.
Looking back, I should have known from his eyes how dangerous he was, and how that night I ran the risk of ending up under a bush with a broken neck. The first of many times when Harry and danger would go hand in hand.
When he saw me he stopped talking at once, and his serious expression broke into a smile. He had chosen the ‘nothing to see here’ approach, as opposed to twisting my neck.
“Lovely night,” he said cheerfully.
“Are you OK?”
“Yeah, fine, just having a wander.”
I saw at once that he wasn’t drunk – no danger of him falling asleep outside then, and no reason for me to be there.
“Right, mate, see you later,” I said, walking away.
But fate had other plans.
I often wondered what would have happened had I not seen him that night. What would have happened if I had decided to stay with whatever girl I had at the time, if I’d taken another route to go back to my room, if I had chosen not to speak to him …
If I’d legged it when the creature came out of the earth.
“Watch out!” the strange man shouted all of a sudden, when my back was already turned to walk away. I felt something landing on me, something heavy. I fell on the cold,
Harry. My brother.
I’ve been alone all my life. As my parents died while I was still quite young, I’ve always resisted making relationships with other people. My grandparents looked after me because they felt it was their duty, but they never made their way into my heart. Friends and acquaintances were just for company. Girlfriends … well, girlfriends were a different story, more of a quest, really, a never-satisfied quest for somewhere to be, somewhere to belong.
Then I met Harry Midnight, and he changed my life forever. He changed me forever. He showed me how it feels to care for someone more than you care for yourself; he showed me what it means to have a family.
He took me into the secret world behind this one, the terrible, beautiful, dangerous world where the things we see with the corner of our eye, the things we fear are lurking in the shadows, dwell and thrive. Where the imprinted memories of long-ago predators are more than just memories: they come alive.
Thanks to him I became a hunter, I became the person I was always meant to be.
I had just started university in my hometown of Christchurch, New Zealand. Medicine. I had no great passion for it; I just did it because I could, because I didn’t know what else to do, and because it seemed like a good way to get myself the life I wanted. Harry was there to follow a family tradition – both his father and his uncle were doctors. I soon got to know a few of his other family traditions, most of them involving danger and death in various degrees.
He was an orphan. His parents were killed when he was a teenager. They had fallen out with their own families in Scotland, and had moved to New Zealand when Harry was a baby. After their death, Harry found himself alone, and ended up being cared for by relatives, just like me.
The first time I saw him was on a freezing winter night. He was standing in a flowerbed not far from the university dormitories, muttering to himself. I was walking back from somebody’s room – I can’t remember her name; there were a few girls in my life at the time. I thought he must have been drunk, standing in the cold like that, talking to himself. I’m no Samaritan, but I didn’t want anyone collapsing outside and ending up getting hypothermia, so I walked up to him.
I’ll never forget the first time I saw his face, because I swear, his eyes were the wildest thing I had ever seen. Green, a bright green that was nearly unnatural, with a look in them that would have stopped anyone in his tracks – anyone, or any thing . He looked like he was deep in conversation, as if he were discussing something crucial – his face was tight, like a fist. He was waving his hands in the air, tracing invisible symbols with his fingers.
Looking back, I should have known from his eyes how dangerous he was, and how that night I ran the risk of ending up under a bush with a broken neck. The first of many times when Harry and danger would go hand in hand.
When he saw me he stopped talking at once, and his serious expression broke into a smile. He had chosen the ‘nothing to see here’ approach, as opposed to twisting my neck.
“Lovely night,” he said cheerfully.
“Are you OK?”
“Yeah, fine, just having a wander.”
I saw at once that he wasn’t drunk – no danger of him falling asleep outside then, and no reason for me to be there.
“Right, mate, see you later,” I said, walking away.
But fate had other plans.
I often wondered what would have happened had I not seen him that night. What would have happened if I had decided to stay with whatever girl I had at the time, if I’d taken another route to go back to my room, if I had chosen not to speak to him …
If I’d legged it when the creature came out of the earth.
“Watch out!” the strange man shouted all of a sudden, when my back was already turned to walk away. I felt something landing on me, something heavy. I fell on the cold,