Hello there, fellow dreamer!
This is another in a series of videos about my first book and only novel, “Map of Dreams.” In these videos, I provide the novel’s backstory, which I believe is as interesting as the story itself. Why did I write the book? What motivated me? What could I have possibly been thinking?
Since my unscripted videos might include spoilers, as a courtesy to you, dear reader, I am also providing a complete, unabridged copy of the book along with the videos. Read the chapters first, or watch the video first — your choice.
My Video
What’s the book about?
Seven billion people dream every night. Someone is controlling them.
When a brilliant but reclusive university researcher develops software capable of interpreting dreams across the globe, he stumbles onto something that should be impossible: strangers sharing elements of the same dream. The same objects. The same hidden language — repeated, evolving, and pointing toward something buried for centuries.
Before the student can tell anyone, he’s murdered, thrusting his brother and estranged wife into a hunt they never asked for, chasing fragments of an ancient map encoded within the dreams of millions. From the shadows of Cairo to the subterranean cisterns of Istanbul, from the rainy streets of Berlin to the storm-lashed Azores, they are hunted by shadowy factions with roots in the world’s oldest religious orders, whose reach extends into the highest corridors of power.
Organizations that will sacrifice anything to keep the secret buried — even to kill on a global scale.
As a lab-engineered pandemic spreads around the world, one question becomes impossible to ignore:
What could be so dangerous that someone would sacrifice millions of lives to keep it hidden?
If you are one of those who (like me) enjoy holding a real book in your hands, you can buy a paperback of “Map of Dreams” from Amazon. It is also available there as an ebook. Here is the link:
Whichever way you enjoy “Map of Dreams,” thank you for your time and interest.
Chapter Thirty
“WHO ARE YOU?” PAUL ASKED the young man. They stood on a paved terrace beside a serpentine stone wall that separated them from a steep hillside. Each stone in the wall seemed perfectly fitted — there was no mortar. Alabaster planters, trimmed with gold and cascading with wine-red flowers, surrounded the terrace. The rocky hillside beyond the wall was covered with sage-green cacti, each festooned with palm-sized, luminescent yellow flowers. The air was dry and warm. Columns of narrow cypress, so intensely green they appeared almost black against the azure sky, towered here and there. Beyond the hill, a shimmering sea stretched as far as the eye could see, its waves exploding on the rocks below in clouds of white foam and spray.
“I am Jordan, your guide,” the young man said. He was handsome and athletic, dressed simply in a white cotton tunic, as was Paul.
“Where are the prison guards?”
“There are no guards here, Paul. You are free to travel about as you wish. But first, there is someone I want you to meet.”
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