Angol
Aizlyn's being haunted...Struggling up from a nightmare in which she was chained before a fire in a Viking longhouse, Aizlyn finds her Irish Wolfhound is bleeding and her ankle is sore and red. It's all becoming too surreal, has she somehow begun pulling her dog into her dreams or are the dreams beginning to overflow her mind? She must discover whether hers is a very old soul determined to complete a journey begun long ago, or if she has merely gone completely insane. Nothing is certain except that Aizlyn has always been different and now it seems the time allotted her to figure out why is running out. The awful smells of a terrible burning and worse now follow her constantly even beyond waking and the lines between real and not are gone, lost in the smoke. So with Death howling with the wind outside the window, and the nightmares become more than just something to fear when sleep comes, one old friend and a strange newcomer are trying to help her piece together What Dreams Remember...
