All of her life Vivian has rejected her mother’s insane ramblings about Dreamworlds for concrete science and fact, until an emergency room patient ranting about dragons spontaneously combusts before her eyes—forcing Viv to consider the idea that her visions of mythical beasts might be real.
And when a chance encounter leads her to a man she knows only from her dreams, Vivian finds herself falling into a world that seems strange and familiar all at once—a world where the line between dream and reality is hard to determine, and hard to control…
|Publisher:||Penguin Publishing Group|
|Product dimensions:||4.20(w) x 6.70(h) x 1.20(d)|
|Age Range:||18 Years|
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The curse word of the emergency room, and Vivian had been careful not to say it aloud. Still, it wandered through her head and lodged there.
Too quiet. The waiting room was empty, as were all seven treatment bays at Krebston Memorial Hospital. Staff puttered in silence, cleaning and restocking with the watchful air of coast dwellers preparing for hurricane season.
Knowing the inevitable storm could manifest in any number of forms, Vivian took the opportunity to slip into the staff lounge and dial a number on her cell. Eight rings before a drowsy voice answered.
“How is she?”
“She, who? Who is this?”
“Sorry—this is Vivian Maylor.”
“Checking in on Isobel.”
“Your mother is sleeping.”
Vivian suspected the speaker had also been sleeping. At River Valley Family Home we care for your loved ones every hour of every day, the brochure claimed. Comforting to families, but much more likely that the night worker was settled into a reclining chair with a blanket and a pillow, just resting her eyes.
“Are you sure?”
“Dr. Maylor.” Thinly veiled annoyance now. “It’s one–oh–five A.M. She was in bed and asleep by eleven.”
“Humor me. Check on her. Please.”
A heavy sigh. The sound of breathing and feet tapping on tile.
Vivian fidgeted, sank into a chair, and drummed her fingers on the table. Sticky. She withdrew her hand and wiped it on a napkin from the ragged pile next to the box of stale Walmart doughnuts.
“I’m standing in the bedroom doorway. Your mother is in bed. Snoring. Is there anything else I can do for you?”
The words offered no relief for the unease itching beneath the surface of Vivian’s skin. So many years of watching out for Isobel, so many near disasters. It was hard to delegate all that to a casual stranger. “She took all of her meds? ”
“Are you sure? She sometimes cheeks them. Or stockpiles them in her drawer for—”
“Dr. Maylor—we are taking good care of her. Isobel is fine.”
“She’s breathing, right? Is—”
Roxie stuck her head through the door before Vivian could succumb to the temptation to call back. “Hey, Doc—burned teenager in five—walked in, no parental units in sight. Weird one—definite screws loose. All vitals copacetic except he’s running a temp—one–oh–two.”
Vivian sighed and pocketed her cell. Roxie cocked her head on one side, sharp nose twitching like an inquisitive rodent. “You look wasted. Big party on your night off? ”
“Funny. My life is a little tamer than yours.”
“So, what then?”
“Not sleeping.” Understatement of the year. Over the last few weeks her dreams, always vivid, had taken on a new intensity that carried her into waking with a pervading sense that she had traveled endless miles through a twisting maze where dragons lurked, an armed warrior at her side. Today she’d wakened aching with exhaustion and found a blister on her heel that had no rational explanation. If this trend continued she’d be joining her mother at River Valley Family Home.
“Sorry.” She sagged in exaggerated weariness and held up her hands. “Too tired to move. Help me up.”
“Buck up, Doc, we’ve got miles to go.”
“Don’t I know it.”
The little nurse gripped her wrists and heaved her to her feet. “Go see crazy boy in five and then you can sneak a nap.”
Vivian followed Roxie out of the lounge, the door falling shut behind her with a small thud. Max, all three hundred tattooed pounds of him, sat at the desk paging through an edition of what looked like Oprah magazine. Shelly, the tech, intent on texting, didn’t bother to look up.
Everything was clean, quiet. Again, Vivian winced as that word passed through her brain, and involuntarily she reached up and touched the pendant she wore beneath her clothing, a dream catcher with a rough stone carving of a penguin woven into its center.
Her sneakers made sucking noises on the linoleum, all the way down the hall to bay five—squeak, squeak. She definitely needed to rethink her footwear. Outside the drawn curtain she paused, a cold finger of apprehension running the length of her spine. Dizziness rocked her as reality collided with dream. She stood still, listening to the rapid thudding of her own heart, until she was able to pull herself together, knock, and enter.
Arden Douglas, sixteen, location of parents unknown, resident of the small town of Krebston. Also a nameless player in one of Vivian’s dreams. This much she remembered, along with a general sense of cold dread. But the details floated around the edge of her brain, elusive as mist when she tried to capture them.
He lay unmoving on the exam table, shirtless and barefoot, his faded jeans torn and grass stained at both knees. Chest, right arm, and face were reddened, as if from a long day at the beach, and beginning to blister. A blood pressure cuff on his left arm automatically tightened and released, one hundred over sixty. A little low, nothing to worry about. Pulse at one hundred. O2 sats good at ninety–eight percent.
But something was off; there was a subtle wrongness in the air that set her skin to crawling.
“What happened?” She gloved and masked, then squeaked over to examine the damage. First–degree burn; a couple of areas maybe second. It was going to hurt like hell but should heal up okay. No scars for the kid to worry about.
He spoke through a jaw clenched around pain. “I already told the nurse. She thinks I’m fucking crazy.”
“So tell me again.”
Tell me you got too close to a fire—a campfire, a grease fire, a blowtorch. Got dunked in a cauldron of boiling water. Something explainable. Not—
She shivered, but kept her tone light. “A dragon? In Krebston? Now there’s one I haven’t heard. Open your mouth. Say ah.”
His brown eyes were opaque, almost black, the pupils dilated with pain and fear.
“Ahhhh. Like I said. Nobody believes me.”
Airway clear, no signs of inflammation or swelling.
“Okay. So you saw a dragon—”
“I’m telling you, it was a dragon. Breathing fire.” He sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the gurney. “You know, fuck this shit. I’m leaving. You all think I’m crazy—”
Vivian put a gloved hand on his shoulder, gently pressed him back. “Look, I’m sorry. It’s not a tale you hear every day. Lie down, and tell me. Please.”
He hesitated, his breathing a little too rapid and shallow. A burn could do that, but she’d seen that look on other faces; it was the look of a survivor waking up to the reality that he was still alive, that someone else had not been so lucky. Her guess was that Arden hadn’t been alone, but there was time yet to ask that question.
“You hurt anywhere else?”
“Shoulder. Thing spiked me.” He indicated a smear of blood in the flesh just below his right clavicle.
“Lie back, let me look.”
With a sigh, he complied. She wiped the blood away with a piece of gauze, revealing a puncture wound the diameter of a large nail. “When was your last tetanus shot?”
“I don’t remember. Man—we knew better than to go down to the Finger. Stupid—”
He didn’t answer. He had begun to shiver. Sweat slicked his face, his breath rasped in his throat. The oximeter alarm went off—his oxygen level had dropped to eighty–five.
When Vivian put her hand to his forehead, his skin burned through the glove. She frowned. Felt a damned bit hotter than 102.
She turned on the oxygen with one hand, pushed the call button with the other. Roxie popped in. “Get an IV started, stat. And check his temp again, would you? He’s burning up.”
“Got it.” Roxie skittered off to follow orders, but before she hit the door Arden gasped, one long indrawing of breath. His eyes rolled back in his head; his back arched like a bow and he began to convulse in great wrenching spasms that threatened to throw him off the table. Vivian flung her body over him, anchoring him. Heat flowed into her, uncomfortable even through several layers of clothing.
Roxie yanked the cord from the wall and the emergency alarm went off.
Max appeared in the doorway, took one look, and headed for the crash cart.
As suddenly as it began, the seizure stopped. Arden lay twisted, knees drawn up a little and to the side, head corkscrewed at an odd angle, eyes wide open and staring. His mouth gaped, a string of bloody drool festooned over his lip and down his chin.
The oximeter alarm continued to bleat. He wasn’t breathing—no rise and fall of the chest, no air on her cheek when Vivian put her face close to his. She checked the carotid—no pulse.
Shelly stood in the doorway, mouth fallen slightly open, eyes wide.
“Code,” Vivian said through clenched teeth. Shelly ran.
Vivian began chest compressions, aware through her peripheral vision of Max pulling out equipment and Roxie prepping an IV. A disembodied voice floated out of the loudspeaker: “Code blue, ER. Code blue, to the emergency room.”
Max slapped pads on the boy’s bare chest and hooked up the EKG. Vivian stopped compressions and they all stared at the monitor, waiting for some kind of a rhythm.
“Damn it,” Vivian ground out. She’d been hoping for something that could be shocked, a convertible rhythm. Asystole was ominous. She resumed compressions, the heat radiating through her hands and body. Sweat trickled down between her shoulder blades, itching.
“Get some fluids in him.”
“I can’t find a decent vein,” Roxie said. “Going for an IO line.”
The respiratory tech arrived and stepped up beside Vivian, breathing hard. She knew him slightly, a stocky Hispanic guy named Tony. Quiet, competent.
“I’ll tube him.”
Vivian nodded consent, keeping up the chest compressions while Tony inserted an airway. Shaking the sweat out of her eyes, she saw Roxie cut off the blue jeans and toss them aside, then deftly insert an IO line into the right tibia. “Got it,” she said, hooking up a bag.
“Tube in,” Tony said. Vivian paused compressions while he checked placement. Her hands smarted and stung; she turned her palms up to see that the latex had melted away over her palms, which were an angry red. This can’t be happening, it’s not possible . . .
“Epinephrine, one milligram,” Max said, injecting it into the IO line.
A lab tech trotted in with a tray of supplies.
“You’ll have to draw from the line,” Vivian said.
She stepped away to grab a new pair of gloves while Tony hooked up the ambu bag and began squeezing air into the lungs. He frowned. “Too much resistance; something’s not right.”
“Are you sure the tube is in the right place?”
Alarms continued to blare. Max checked the leads. Still flatline.
Vivian positioned her hands to resume compressions and hesitated. During the time taken to pull on new gloves, the skin on the kid’s chest had turned brown. As she stared, it cracked in a dozen places and began to ooze a pinkish fluid.
Roxie wrinkled her nose. “What is that smell?”
Hamburger. The skin on his cheeks looked like his chest—for all the world like well barbecued chicken, crispy skin and all.
Vivian began compressions again, but the skin and flesh slid away beneath her hands, revealing the ivory curve of ribs.
Max stepped back, making the sign of the cross. “We’ve lost him, Viv. You need to stop.”
Brown eyes stared sightless up at the ceiling out of a face stiff and masklike. The flesh had sloughed off his ribs and his right arm. Bare feet splayed to the sides.
All eyes in the room were fixed on her, with the exception of the one pair that would never see anything ever again.
Vivian stopped. She drew an arm across her forehead to wipe away the sweat. “Fuck. Time of death one forty–five A.M.”
She swallowed, hard. Twenty minutes ago the boy had been moving, speaking, fully conscious. Now his body looked like something out of a horror show. Behind the fragile barrier in her brain, Dreamworld surged. As always, she fought it with logic.
“What the hell happened? Ideas?”
“Be serious, Rox—”
“I am serious. What if he goes up in flames or something? Tony, you should turn the oxygen off.”
Tony snorted but complied.
“There has to be a scientific explanation.”
“Up to the M.E. now. Weirdest damned thing I’ve ever seen.” Max drew a sheet up over the wreck of flesh and bone that had been a sixteen–year–old boy.
“We’ve got this, Viv,” Roxie said. “Go do your report or whatever.”
“It was a good code,” Max said.
Vivian nodded, not trusting her voice. She shed her gown and gloves and exited the scene of carnage. Once in motion, her body wanted to keep moving. Down the hall, out the door, into the clear sweet Krebston air.
But she was still on duty, and Deputy Flynne stood propped against the nurse’s desk. He was not smiling.
“Not a social call, I gather.” She lifted her hair from the back of her neck to feel the cool air, took a deep breath. Waited.
“Something ugly went down at Finger Beach. Heard you had a burned kid up here.”
She just looked at him.
“Small town. News travels quick.”
“He’s dead, Brett.”
He ran one hand over his buzz–cut hair. “Shit. What happened?”
“He—burned. From the inside out. Came in walking and talking and then, just—” She choked on the words. Come on, Vivian. It’s not the first patient you’ve lost. “Your turn.”
“Someone reported seeing a fire down there. Kids drinking, we figured. Me and Brody swung by, just to check it out. Found a body, charred down to the bones.”
“God.” Vivian closed her eyes.
A shimmer in the air, nothing you’d notice while distracted by a campfire and a pretty girl. A creature, squeezing, unfolding through an invisible doorway . . .
Her hand reached for the pendant. “Camp fire got out of control? Accelerant, maybe?”
Flynne shook his head. “Don’t think so. Well away from the fire. Also found a pelvis and a pair of legs. Female, we think. The rest was—missing.”
Vivian pressed the back of her hand against her mouth, her heart beating against her ribs with such force that surely he could see it, could hear it . . .
“No ID on the ah, body. Nothing survived whatever burned the other one. It’ll be a while before we know anything.”
Arden, laughter on a face bright with life and adventure, his arm around a plump brunette . . .
“Sorry. I was just—processing.”
“If you’ve got an ID, anything, on this kid, it might help.”
Brett’s face creased. “Knew him. Good kid. Any idea what killed him?”
“Honestly, no. Autopsy magic all happens in Spokane.”
“Right. At the speed of a handicapped turtle. Wish we could block that damned beach off for good and all.”
In the small town of Krebston, population around five thousand, give or take a birth or a death, the Finger was a legend. Strange things happened on that beach, so rumor said. A giant red stone dominated the spot, thrusting up out of the sand like a warning finger. Teenage boys called it other, more vulgar names, and if they were bold or stupid or very drunk they covered it with graffiti. Or claimed they did. The stone was always smooth and unmarred by light of day.
Sensible people avoided the place or ventured to the beach only at high noon in large, noisy groups, equipped with plenty of beer. Tourists cruised by, craning their necks to look. Sometimes they parked and ventured out of their cars to snap photos, but they never stayed long. Some said the pictures they took never came out.
Local legend had it that years ago a group of boys, led by a rebel who proclaimed to fear nothing and nobody, built a fire pit and lingered long past sunset. They straggled home just before dawn, blistered and footsore, scratched by thorns and snowberry bushes. Not one of them would say what happened. They slept for days, waking at night from nightmares that made them cry out in their sleep. The ringleader stayed missing for a week. When he reappeared he was changed: thin, silent, staring for hours at a corner or a ceiling where there was nothing other eyes could see. Those who told the story said he’d been sent to an asylum in the end.
Catching the look in the deputy’s eyes, she pulled herself together. “So what now?”
“We investigate.” He offered her a mock salute and walked away. She watched him go, down the wide, brightly lit hallway, and overlaid like a double exposure saw a corridor running as far as the eye could see. On either side, doors, green doors with brass handles. All of them locked. And unseen but always prowling, always searching, the dragons.
What People are Saying About This
“A smart, resilient heroine, a scarred hero, dragons that are all too real and much too close, and myriad doorways that lead from a modern ER into dreams and waking and everything in Between make for a sparkling debut novel. Most enjoyable.”—Carol Berg, National Bestselling Author of The Demon Prism
“A rich wonder of a fantasy, full of life, death, dreams and nightmares becoming real, and dragons. I was swept away.”—Robin D. Owens, Award-Winning Author of Heart Secret
"I never expect a series to sweep me off my feet in the first book, which makes it all the sweeter when it happens. . .I can’t wait to read what Schafer comes up with next.”—AllThingsUrbanFantasy.com
"[A] lyrical, beautifully written story...moves along at a swift pace that grabs you and doesn’t let you down.”—DangerousRomance.com
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Reviewed by Juli Williamson for Readers' Favorite Between is a dragon-infested, dreamworld fantasy. The heroine Vivian is an unwitting dreamer. She dreams things and then they happen; she dreams about people and then they appear. Coincidence or not, Vivian fears she may be going insane, like her mother. 'Like mother like daughter' is her greatest nightmare ... or so she thinks. Finding out that doorways lead to places that don’t exist in any known world, and that dragons do exist, pushes Vivian to find a strength of body and mind that she did not know she possessed. This is fantasy with a twist of reality in an unknown world. In Between, Vivian finds out that 'like mother like daughter' might not be all bad, and that sometimes what seems like insanity is, in reality, sanity elsewhere. Author Kerry Schafer creates a seamlessly blend of fantasy and reality in this novel, drawing the reader into Vivian’s chaotic world. I enjoyed the dream world full of dragons, knights, and an evil witch, with a twist. Schafer creates a world full of alternate “dream-ensions” that all collide with one person, making daily stresses seem inconsequential. Men, work, and family are all included in the life of a woman learning her way in the world or worlds, as it may be. Written with compassion, wit, and an understanding of daily stress, Kerry Schafer gives us a heroine with integrity and honor. It might happen by accident but Vivian is a brave new hero, that waits on no man to save her.
My rating may be a bit over the top, but when I read a book at almost one sitting and look forward to the author's next installment, then the book has accomplished its purpose. So rather than nitpick and be critical, something others have done quite well, I would simply submit that the author has a great imagination and can express it well in the form of a novel. Readers wanting to be entertained will be very much entertained.
Fascinating new world.
~Reviewed by FRANCESCA & posted at Under the Covers Book Blog “The premise of this book is extremely interesting.” ~Under the Covers “Oh my! Look at the pretty cover!” Yes, I have the attention span of a kitten sometimes and it takes something like this beautiful cover to catch my eye. And although I think it’s beautiful and eye catching, I think it may be just a tad misleading. First because I thought this was a young adult book (that’s what the cover looks like) and it’s not. Then I’ve seen this book classified as urban fantasy, which technically is, and it really didn’t get there for me either. So I’m putting this on my Fantasy shelf because it read mostly like a fantasy story. The premise of this book is extremely interesting. There’s a dreamworld, a wakeworld and the Between. Vivian, our heroine, doesn’t know anything about it or that she has the ability to move between those worlds by having a sphere. And she might be a bit more than that. But all of this doesn’t come into her life until her grandfather dies, leaves her clues as to what she is and what she needs to protect and is chased by a bad guy….errrr girl. In what most people consider an urban fantasy series, I usually expect to find a strong heroine lead character. One of the things that disappointed me about this story was Vivian. She’s a doctor, so you think she should be smart. But she is the less kick butt heroine I’ve read in a while. She went through this book letting this happen to her (and there were some quite uncomfortable at that). I was hoping that by the middle of the book she would get the hang of things and start understanding what was happening and fighting back, but that really didn’t come until the end. I guess I shouldn’t ask so much of her. I was quite a bit confused myself by the world jumping we had in the book. The transitions between Dreamworld, Between and Wakeworld were a bit vague and I found it hard to keep up on which world we were in until a little while in. I hate having to re-read paragraphs to figure out what just happened. Two characters I really loved were Zee (the hero) and Poe (the penguin sidekick). Although I liked Wakeworld Zee the most, and we don’t get to see a lot of him, even his “other” self was a strong hero, willing to die to help Vivian out of the situations she found herself in. And Poe was just funny and cute. I can even give an honorable mention to Jehena, yes the bad girl of the story was pretty kick ass and I might’ve been rooting for her at times. Another thing I liked about the story was that there are dragons in this world, and they’re not necessarily the hot, good guys. They were mostly trying to eat Vivian. Great twist on a character we often read about in books as the opposite. That being said, although I think this series has a lot of untouched potential because all the key elements are there and the originality of the story was amazing, I was overall a bit disappointed. This being Kerry’s debut novel, I will probably continue to read the series to see how the author settles into her writing style and develops what could be an interesting series. *ARC provided by publisher
Our Review, by LITERAL ADDICTION's Pack Alpha - Michelle L. Olson: *ARC received from the Pub in exchange for an honest review THE BETWEEN is a brand new Urban Fantasy series unlike anything I've read before, & one I will be returning to as soon as I can... Between is the debut novel of this new series about dream shifter, Vivian, who was kept in the dark about her origins and her past and who has trouble reconciling things because she's a doctor and puts her stock in science and what she can see, not myth and magic. The problem is that she DOES see these things, and after awhile, she can't deny that something is going on and she needs to get to the bottom of it. The other world that Vivian is a part of and unwittingly thrown back into is a magical, mystical place full of dragons, knights, and yes, even an evil queen, and things don't always go as planned or end up 'happily ever after'. That was one thing that I really loved about the book - it was surprising, and wonderfully unique, and while a lot of debut books can be a bit overwhelming with setting up the characters, the world, the backstory, etc, Between seemed just right to me. :) The ending was great! It left me wanting the next installment, but didn't make me want to scream and throw things because I needed more immediately to feel like I got closure. There is a lot to be done to make things right, a lot of riddles still to be solved, additional character development to be had, etc, so I can't wait to see what book #2 has in store when I finally get my hands on it. Bottom line is that Kerry has a winner here and I couldn't put it down. Random side note: If you follow my site or me on Facebook, you know that I'm a HUGE Edgar Allan Poe fan (I even named my black cat Poe Rayvn). There is a penguin in this book that Vivian names Poe and he is the cutest thing ever! :) LITERAL ADDICTION gives Between 4 Skulls and definitely recommends it to Urban Fantasy readers looking for something new and fun.