Blue is for Nightmares

Blue is for Nightmares

by Laurie Faria Stolarz

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ISBN-13: 9780738717890
Publisher: North Star Editions
Publication date: 10/08/2012
Series: Stolarz Series , #1
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 312
Sales rank: 274,333
File size: 6 MB
Age Range: 12 - 18 Years

About the Author

Laurie Faria Stolarz (Massachusetts) has a great interest in teen culture, and admires young adults for their passion, energy, and creativity. Blue is for Nightmares is the product of her desire to write a novel that would have appealed to herself at that age, namely one that has a blending of suspense, romance, and the art of keeping secrets.

Stolarz has an MFA in Creative Writing with a concentration in Young Adult Literature from Emerson College in Boston. She currently teaches writing and is a member of the SCBWI as well as several professional writing groups.

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They're always the same. Always at night, in the forest,
looking for Drea. The sound of his body lurking somewhere
behind me. Branches breaking. Leaves crackling.

Wind whirring in my ears, watering my eyes. And the pain
in my stomach-sharp, raw, scathing. Real.

My nightmares make me dread sleep.

I pinch the safety end of the razor blade between three
fingers to write. Then I grab the virgin candle and carve the
initials D. O. E. S. into the rounded side, tiny flakes of
sparkling blue wax crumbling from the surface with each
incision and every drag of the blade.

They're Drea's initials, but she doesn't suspect a thing,
just keeps scribbling away in her diary, like any other night,
sitting up in her bed, only a few feet away.

With the last curl of the S, I place the razor to the side
and pluck a branch of sage from the drawer. It's perfect for
burning, all dried up-the leaves shriveled, twisted and
gray. I wind a piece of string around it for a cleaner burn, so
it won't be as smoky, so I'll have less chance of getting in
trouble. Then I drop it into the orange clay pot by my bed.
"Going to bed?" Drea asks.

"In a few." I unscrew the cap off the bottle of olive oil
and pour a few droplets onto my finger.

She nods and yawns, caps her feather-tipped pen, and
closes up the diary. "Just do me a favor and don't burn the
dorm down. I have a serious history presentation tomorrow."
"All the more reason," I joke.

Drea and I have been roommates for a little over two
years, so she's used to rituals like this.

She rolls over onto her side and pulls the covers up to her
chin. "Better not stay up too late. Don't you have a French
test tomorrow morning?"

"Thanks, Mom."

I watch as she closes her eyes, as her lips settle for sleep,
as the muscles around her forehead loosen and relax. It's
sickening. Even after midnight, with no visible trace of
makeup, not a smidgen of cover-up, hair knotted up in a
rubber band, she still looks perfect-angled cheeks; salmonpink,
pouty lips; loopy, golden hair; and cat-shaped eyes
with curled, jet-black lashes. It's no wonder why every guy
at Hillcrest wants her, why every girl hates her-why Chad
keeps coming back, even after three breakups.

I touch the top end of the candle with my oily finger. "As
above," I whisper. Then I touch the bottom. "So below." I
wet my finger with more of the oil and touch the center
surface. I drag my finger upward, return it to the center,
and then drag it downward, careful to keep the carved letters
pointed in my direction so she won't see.

"Wouldn't it be easier just to wet the whole thing at
once?" Drea asks, her eyes, open, watching me.
I turn the candle counterclockwise, blocking the letters
with my palm, and continue moistening the circumference
in the same fashion. "Probably, but that would confuse the

"Of course," she says, rolling over. "How ignorant of

When the candle is fully anointed, I light it with a long,
wooden match and place it on the silver holder my grandmother
gave me before she passed away. It's my favorite
holder because it was hers and it's sort of dishlike, with a
curly handle that winds around the base.

I close my eyes and concentrate on the waning moon
outside, how it's an opportune night to make things go
away, how the sage and the engraved candle will help. I
light the branch and watch it burn; the leaves curl up and
dance in the orangy-yellow flame, then turn black and disappear,
the way I pray my nightmares will.

When the sage is no more than ashes, I carry the clay pot
over to the corner sink and fill it with water, watching the
blue-gray smoke rise to the ceiling in long and curly swirls.
I return to my bed and position the candle on the night
table, Drea's initials facing toward me. Then I grab a black
pen from the drawer and draw a capital G across my palm-
G for grandmother, so I will dream of her tonight, so I will
dream of nothing else.

I crawl inside the covers and watch the candle burn the
letters away, the capital D in Drea's initials already half

Then I close my eyes and brace myself for sleep.


I sit across from my grandmother at the kitchen table,
snarfing down one of her famous grilled egg sandwiches
and a stale bag of potato chips. I watch as her hands curl
around the English muffin, and admire the amethyst ring
on her fourth finger-a chunky violet stone that all but
reaches her knuckle.

"Here." She notices me looking at it and tries to pry it off
her finger. No go. She moves over to the sink and douses
her hands in soap and water to lubricate the skin.
"It's okay, Grandma. You don't have to."

"I want to," she says, finally slipping it off and handing it
to me. "Try it on."

I do; it's a perfect fit.

"It's your ring. I bought that for you when you were
born. I've just been keeping it for you, until I thought you
were old enough. Look at the initials inside."

I take it off and peek-the letters S. A. B. engraved in the
gold. Stacey Ann Brown.

"It's beautiful," I say, handing it back to her.

"No," she says. "I want you to have it. I think it's time.
Plus it fits your finger better than mine."

I slip it back on and kiss her cheek. "Thanks, Gram." I excuse
myself from the table to go outside for some air. It's already
nighttime, the sky an inky black canvas dotted with
tiny dabs of light. A long, cloudlike puff of air smokes
though my lips, and my teeth begin to chatter.

I can hear someone crying beyond the yard. I start walking
toward the sound, and soon I'm past the fence, into the
woods. With each step the crying gets louder, more insistent.
"Drea?" I call. "Is that you?" It sounds just like her. I
can just imagine her getting in another fight with Chad and
trying to come and find me at Gram's.

Arms outstretched, I run in the direction of the whimpering.
But then I have to stop. There's a singeing pain right
below my stomach. I place my hands over my belly and
breathe in and out. I have to pee.

I glance back in the direction of the house, but can't
seem to see it now with the layering of trees and brush.
Everywhere it's black. Even the dabs of light that I saw before
are now painted over with dark branches.

A stick breaks from somewhere behind me. Then another.

I hold between my legs and hobble as best I can toward
that faraway voice, dodging branches and brush with my
one outstretched hand. I can feel the ground turn to mush
beneath my feet. It slows me down until I stop altogether,
try to catch my breath.

I can still hear Drea's voice, but it's farther away now,
deeper into the forest. I strain to hear something else, anything
that might tell me if I'm still being followed. But
there's only the wind, combing through the frail, November
leaves, whistling in my ear.

I take a small step and feel the ground get deeper, swallowing
up my foot in a bottomless pit of heavy muck. More
sticks break behind me.

I try to step out of the mud, to get out, but when I pull
up my foot, my sneaker is gone.

Pain sears my stomach. I struggle to get away; I grab
hold of a tree limb for support but end up slipping, landing
down against my butt, the muck seeping in through my

I count to twelve-the one-Mississippi, two-Mississippi
method-and jam my thighs together, but it will only be
minutes before I wet myself.

"Stacey," whispers a male voice from somewhere in the

I close my eyes and bury my head into my legs. Drea's
faraway crying turns into a wail. She's calling me now, by

"You can't hide, Stacey," he breathes.

I can't give up. I search the ground for a rock or stick to
protect myself. I find a rock. It isn't very big, but it has a
nice, rough edge.

I arch my neck back to look up at the sky, knowing that
the North Star will guide my way. I squint and blink hard to
find it, but it's useless. Any trace of light is hidden beyond
the treetops.

I crawl free of the mud completely, wrestle myself up,
clench the rock into my palm, and trek for several seconds
with my arms outstretched, brush scratching at my face
like claws, until I reach a circular clearing. I look up to
where the treetops have parted and can make out the sliver
of the moon, approaching first quarter.

A rustling in the bushes distracts my attention. I look
over, blink a few times, and see a man's figure standing between
two trees a few feet in front of me. He doesn't move
and neither do I, just extends his arm, as if to show me
what he's holding. It's a bouquet of some sort.
I strain my eyes to see, using the moon as my light. And
then it becomes clear to me-the size, the color, the way
the petals fall open like a bell. They're lilies.

I know what lilies mean.

I run as fast as I can, my feet like a pair of mismatched
ice skates over leaves and sticks.

Then I stop, clench my eyes, hear a full-fledged wail tear
out of my throat. My one bare foot. I reach down to feel
it-a narrow branch, stabbed into my arch as far in as it will
go. I bite down on the skin of my thumb for several seconds,
until I can swallow down some of the pain. I can't
stay here. I need to get away. I have to be quick. I go to pull
the stick out, but the throb in my stomach won't let me

I clench my teeth, marry my thighs, and pray for all of it
to go away. I lick my lips and squeeze my legs tighter.

But it isn't enough. The warmth swells between my
thighs. The front of my pants fills with dampness. I squeeze
my legs to hold the water in place so he won't hear me, but
my muscles ache from the effort. I feel my face tense, my
eyes fill up. I can't hold it. The trickling leaks through my
thighs, makes a pattering sound on the leaves beneath me.

"Stacey," he breathes, "I know your secret." The voice is
slow and thick, the breath so close to the back of my neck
that I reach back to swat it.

I open my mouth to scream but my throat is clogged,
filled with dirt. It's everywhere. Up my nostrils. In my eyes.
I grip around my throat to keep from choking, and realize
the rock is still clenched in my palm. I dig my nails into its
jagged ridges and throw it. Hard.

Crash. The sound of broken glass fills my senses. And
when the lights come on I'm sitting up.

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Blue Is for Nightmares 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 372 reviews.
vgonash More than 1 year ago
I loved this book. I just, I think it's a great book and I would recommend it.

The order of the books is
and soon to be
Black :)
Lark_LaVoix More than 1 year ago
I've read a lot of young adult fiction about witches, witchcraft, &/or Wicca. This is the only series that has a nearly realistic portrayal. There's no zapping things from the main character's fingers, no magically "poofing" from place to place, no telepathy or telekinesis. There's balance, self-discovery, faith, responsibility, & helping others. The heart of the story is a girl struggling to believe in herself, which any teen girl can relate to. Her abilities as a witch depend on her confidence in her own powers...& if she's going to rescue her best friend in time, she needs to find that inner strength first.

For anyone who's interested in Wicca or witchcraft (for me, these terms aren't interchangeable)...I recommend this as a fun read to give you a fictional account of what it's really like to be Wiccan & practice witchcraft. That being said, don't take this as an instructional source by any means! It's realistic but it's still fictional :)

The only cautions I have are mature themes & language, which actually added to the realism & didn't bother me. But of course, I'm an adult so I'm not sure how a parent would feel about it. I went to a Catholic high school, & just because we were under 18 & Catholic didn't mean we weren't exposed to sex & profanity. It's NOT a dirty book, but keep in mind that, like real teens, these characters occasionally talk about mature subjects.

Other than that, a great mystery read worth buying. It bluntly addresses edgy teen issues like catty girls, trusting friends & strangers, crushes, sexuality, & the fact that life doesn't always have a pretty answer to all your problems. Just be warned that none of this is sugar coated in the story!
acsimps More than 1 year ago
I wasn't as enamored with this book as I have been with most of my recent reads. It was ok. I have the second book in the series "White is for Magic" (because I bought them at the same time) so I will probably give it a try.someday. I thought that the friend she was trying to save, Drea, in this book was kind of annoying/rude/B*$#h. Also the love story aspect of the book was not very well developed and I didn't really like Stacy's little problem (even though I suppose it served a purpose). Overall it was only ok.
schecterrocker More than 1 year ago
i thought this book would be cool when i just saw the cover and i was right. i love Stolarz's style of writing, her descriptions and similes really add to the imagery. this book is really interesting too; it's suspenseful and just really interesting. it's not like a lame book about witches and wizards, its more into Wicca and homemade spells.
carincc More than 1 year ago
This series is a great preteen-teen summer read. The plot line is a bit mild but it will keep the reader involved.
Janae More than 1 year ago
I just started this series and I am very impressed. I love that Stacy is brave and not afraid to give up. I enjoyed learning a bit about the spells and the old remedies that Stacy would preform. If you are looking for a good thriller/mystery than pick up this book.
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cantaloupelover06 More than 1 year ago
This is one ofmy fav boks i read it over the summer and right as i read the first page it go me hanning i was clipped on to it and wouldent  let it go it was so amazing i would definatly reccomend this book to ayone who loves mystery and scary stuff this was the book of the year  to me i really cant wait till i read #2 i just bought it and im so excited
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SleepDreamWrite More than 1 year ago
Saw a book trailer of this and it looked creepy, suspenseful and a really good read. After reading the book, I found it to be just that. Really liked this one and didn't want to stop reading.
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I immediately also thought of my best friend. This series spooked us. I'm so glad it's an e-book i can add to my new nook. Yay me!
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Bad_Karma More than 1 year ago
Thanks to receiving a copy of Emlyn Chand's Farsighted, I am now on a Young Adult fiction reading kick. Now that I've seen that it's not all like Twilight and that most YA fiction is actually as good (if not better) than so-called adult fiction, I've been looking for new series to get started on. And unfortunately, for me, I now have way too many books on my "Must Read" list. Blue is for Nightmares was a daily deal on Amazon (I subscribe to that mailing list) and was offered for just .99. I read the novel's description and it sounded interesting enough. It's about a private school girl, a Wiccan, and her visions that involve the kidnapping and potential death of her roommate. It's both murder mystery and paranormal and isn't laced with the kind of teen romance stuff that usually turns me off from reading this genre. The protagonist, Stacy, is not a normal girl. She has inherited her Wiccan abilities from her grandmother and has begun having dreams that are so intense they literally having her wetting the bed. At 16, this is obviously humiliating, but she also knows she needs to do whatever she can to save her roommate, Drea. I really liked Stacy, mostly because she was flawed, but also because the novel is written in her voice and from her perspective. I also liked the mystery surrounding who is responsible for the harassment of Drea, as well as her future kidnapper. And I have to be honest, it was not who I expected. I won't spoil it, however, for the sake of those of you who have not read this book.
BookSakeBlogspot More than 1 year ago
I picked this book up after reading the author¿s Touch series which I have really enjoyed thus far. (I¿m eagerly awaiting book 4!) I¿m very happy with the fact that this book has the same type of story with there being a self-contained mystery in the book and a bit of paranormal stuff thrown in as well. She doesn¿t overuse the paranormal to make the book great, but relies on a good old fashion who-dunit storyline. I like that the story is based around three very different friends, who no matter how different they are still stick by one another, even when they are fighting amongst themselves. Stolarz is great at writing strong female characters who have very realistic flaws. No one is perfect in her stories, which makes them feel all that more real. Her endings make complete sense in the real world as they may not be perfect or end the way you want them to. I love the firm grasp of reality in the midst of a crafty (witch) character. I want to continue reading this series to see what else develops in the lives of the kids at the boarding school. At this point, I¿m certain I¿d pick up anything Stolarz writes! Reviewed by Jessica for Book Sake.
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MoHilikus More than 1 year ago
I couldn't stop reading this. Each page was extremely intense and it pulls you in with each chapter!
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Mdesmondobrien More than 1 year ago
So far, there's nothing pretty about Stacey Brown's junior year at boarding school-not only does she have a crush on her best friend's boyfriend, she's started wetting the bed-always after having a terrifying nightmare that she can't quite remember. The last time she had nightmares, a little girl died. And this time, she's dreaming about Drea, her best friend who's the target of one seriously psycho stalker. A Wiccan through her grandmother, gifted with magic powers she doesn't fully understand, Stacey soon discovers that it's up to her to decide whether her best friend lives.or dies. This book was a bizarre fusion of mystery, fantasy and chick lit that I wasn't quite sure whether I loved or hated. And speaking as someone who's dabbled in Wicca herself and known quite a few self-professed Wiccans, blending a real-life religion with fantasy is a risky move that rubbed me the wrong way. But if you're not Wiccan and you like a good time, then Blue is for Nightmares might just be for you. An engrossing, good-time page-turner, I was with this book till the finish, though an annoying plot twist at the end ruined the ride a little. Even so, Stacey made for an interesting protagonist, and while her supporting characters were certainly stereotyped, they were all a lot of fun to hang out with for a few hours (which is about how long it took me to finish, almost entirely in one sitting). The boarding school was suitably bland and the subplots suitably cliched, leaving you with a mysterious fantastical piece of chick lit that isn't anything special, but is certainly entertaining. My biggest problem with this novel, unfortunately, was that nothing ever really happens, not even in the final, nerve-wracking forty pages. While the suspense level never slackened, I put it down feeling slightly disappointed, like (to use a food metaphor) being given tofu when I thought I was getting a nice, spicy curry. I wasn't expecting high literature, but it would have been nice to get something a little more satisfying. Do I feel like picking up the rest of the series? Maybe, but not really.
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