Eternal Dreams is a fiction fantasy tale about six teenage friends who escape into a dream world to hide from the horrors of their own lives, only to find that reality is catching up with them anyway. Drephoria, the name of the stunning dream world created from their collective minds, will test the limits of their friendship, break the balance between good and evil, and prove the true value of memories and the imagination. The first book in the trilogy, The Curse of Memories, focuses on the central character Kail and his dark past, told through memories, while simultaneously introducing the rest of his friends (known as The Inseparable Six) and the other strange and deadly inhabitants of Drephoria. Pitted against the dark queen Malise and her legendary allies known as The Forgotten Four, Kail and his friends must rid their world of evil before they lose themselves forever. Nostalgic, thrilling, heart-breaking, and consistently memorable, Eternal Dreams are a fantasy at its finest.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Christopher Compton, an aspiring young writer with dreams probably a little too big for this world, received the Most Imaginative Setting Award for this book. He’s from a small town north of Toronto called Keswick, which only fuled his desire for bigger and better things from life, inherently stimulating his hyper imagination. When not writing his trilogy, he is thinking about writing his trilogy or wrapped up in a book and wondering what it would be like for someone else to one day be reading his books. He is a graduate from Western University with a major in English Language and Literature and a minor in Creative Writing. He hopes to settle in his favorite place of all, New York.
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Excerpt From Eternal Dreams: The Curse of Memories
“Can you believe your eyes, Kail?” I heard Kanoa whisper gently, wonder and awe possessing his question.
“Yeah, right,” I said, shakily getting to my feet. “My eyes are among the last things I would trust in this place.”
I looked out over the world and was amazed with what I saw. The icy surface of the mountain’s base below remained the same, but beyond its cold grasp laid a churning, restless land of colour and motion. Nothing stayed the same for long, as each mountain flattened into plains, each lake evaporated into trees, and each patch of snow melted into sand. The land was waging a never-ending battle against itself in a chaotic struggle to find peace. Just like in dreams, nothing was ever constant. If I looked away from something for a moment, it was gone. I couldn’t even be sure if Kanoa was seeing the same things I was. It wasn’t just my imagination creating this place after all.
“It’s like,” he whispered, sounding nearly on the verge of tears. “It’s like I’ve been homesick my entire life for some place I’d never been. And now I’m here. I’ve finally found my home.”
“It’s something, all right,” I muttered, trying not to take his moment away from him. “You won’t see anything like it anywhere else.”
“See, this is my problem,” Kanoa fumed, an unsettling amount of rage in his voice. “Our world didn’t have enough mysteries. It was always about science reducing wonders into facts. I’d love for those teachers at home to get a look at this and tell me they understand it. Lie to my face like I lied to theirs. They’d never understand this like I do.”
I stared at him briefly, wondering what was going through his head at that moment. What compelled him to say something like that? I understood that Kanoa always had frustrations about the mundane nature of life back home, but I always assumed it was just something he would grow to accept. I quickly looked away from him and back out over the land, not wanting to think about the potential damage a sight like this was doing to his psyche.
“I wonder if this is what Alice felt like,” Adora said, sounding distant.
I looked around dazedly and realized that the six of us, The Inseparable Six, were now standing side by side, all looking out over our very own wonderland. Something about the whole scene just felt right. I didn’t want to be anywhere else with anyone else. I knew, for once, that I was exactly where I wanted to be. The feeling was one I was not accustomed to. It was a feeling I was afraid of. Was my life always leading up to this place?
“Oh, man, look at the sky!” Osias shouted out excitedly.
I looked to the sky and quickly realized that we were in outer space. Apparently the mountain had risen higher than I thought, but the land still remained visible below us. There was no blue sky, but the darkness of space. Besides the many twinkling lights of distant planets and stars, I saw a myriad of different things: spaceships possibly out of science fiction properties, meteors streaking across the sky, the clock that watched over time in this world, and most notably, two large moons off in the distance that seemed to be moving toward one another.
“There goes the Starship Enterprise!” Osias exclaimed in euphoria-like joy. “And the Millennium Falcon! And The SSV Normandy! And the – ”
“We get it, Osias,” Kanoa interrupted. “There are a lot of space ships, and you’re a big enough nerd to know all their names.”
With the weight of the universe above us and the gravity of our dreams below, I felt like I had been caught in the middle of something very special, something I had never felt back at home. I suddenly felt very aware of my being. I knew that I held a place in space and time. There was no wind here, no air to breathe, only me. When I was back at home, I always knew I was alive, but not like this. It is one thing to hear about what is out there in the giant expanse of the galaxy, but when everything is laid out in front of your eyes and you actually know it’s there… It’s like the distance between you and God no longer exists. You are God.
“See, Cora,” Kanoa said. “This is what I always saw when I closed my eyes. This is what I always wanted to show you, but never could.”
“I’ll admit,” she replied, sounding as if she was conceding to a long-standing argument. “Your imagination was always something I admired, Kanoa. I don’t always agree where it leads you, but this is pretty amazing.”
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