Jillian Spectre and the Dream Weaver
There’s a new villian in town…One who can manipulate dreams and reality to the point that people can’t tell the difference.This is a job for Jillian Spectre.The snarky eighteen year old redhead with paranormal powers has already saved the world once but now she’s under attack by a force that might be above her pay grade.The Dream Weaver.When Jillian’s own dreams are invaded she finds herself desperately trying to separate reality from fantasy – and struggle with a totally inappropriate crush on someone who isn’t her mind reading boyfriend, Ryan.When her own soul is on the line as the Dream Weaver manipulates her, Jillian has one shot to save herself and the rest of the world… or she and the rest of the world could be trapped in their dreams forever.
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Jillian Spectre & The Dream Weaver
The Adventures of Jillian Spectre
NIC TATANO
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'A fantastic start to Tatanoâs new seriesâ¦I canât wait to see where Jillian goes next, but as long as she has her friends around her and never loses her spunky attitude, I will be happy to follow her to the moon and back!'
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'Itâs got charm and panache and I absolutely recommend it for YA book lovers out there.'
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For Myra, who turns dreams into realityâ¦
When you graduate from high school, you're often told you can change the world.
In my case, wellâ¦been there, done that.
But when you're an eighteen year old mystic seer who can physically be in two places at once and, oh yeah, you have what might be considered supernatural healing powers and an actual angel from Heaven on speed dial, saving the world is sort of an obligation. So instead of simply being Jillian Spectre, college freshman majoring in the ever popular undecided, I'm moonlighting as a comic book character. Boring classes that require regurgitation by day, redhead superheroine by night. No mask, no costume, no secret underground lair; just a freckled hundred and fifteen pound girl ⦠and saving the planet is not above my pay grade.
So when my cellular version of the bat phone rings, and I see who's callingâ
"Jillian, my partner's been shot! I need you right now!" says Detective Spencer Ball, NYPD's astral projection investigator and my occasional partner.
I know the routine. "Mom, I'll be right back!" I yell in the direction of the kitchen, as I stretch out on our living room couch, put the phone on speaker and close my eyes. Spencer, affectionately known as Fuzzball, quickly recites his hypnotic relaxation technique, making me relax and focus on his location as he describes the scene and the person in need of help.
And that person will die in minutes without me. I can hear the fear and concern in the detective's voice.
I create the scene in my mind and, in a blink, I'm there. In a moonlit alley somewhere in Manhattan.
The massive pool of blood on the ground and the twitching man make me jump back. It's one thing to have the detective tell you about it, another to actually see it.
"Jillian, hurry!" says Fuzzball, who is kneeling down next to his partner, pressing his hand over the guy's chest as blood oozes out.
I crouch down on the cool pavement next to his partner, a lean, dark haired man in his thirties whose dark eyes are flickering. "What's his name?"
"Jim." He turns to his partner. "Jimbo, she's here to help. Hang in there, buddy."
I take the dying man's trembling hand as he is gasping for air like a fish yanked out of the water. "Jim, look at me."
The man turns his head and locks eyes with me. His are deep pools of fear. I hear gurgling coming from his throat as he tries to talk and see blood trickle out of his mouth.
