The Nightmare Dilemma (Arkwell Academy Series #2)

The Nightmare Dilemma (Arkwell Academy Series #2)

by Mindee Arnett

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ISBN-13: 9780765333346
Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
Publication date: 03/04/2014
Series: Arkwell Academy Series , #2
Edition description: First Edition
Pages: 384
Product dimensions: 6.17(w) x 8.49(h) x 1.31(d)
Lexile: HL740L (what's this?)
Age Range: 14 - 17 Years

About the Author

MINDEE ARNETT lives on a horse farm in Ohio with her husband, two kids, a couple of dogs, and an inappropriate number of cats. She's addicted to jumping horses and telling tales of magic and the macabre. Her short stories have appeared in various magazines. Arnett has a Master of Arts in English literature with an emphasis in Creative Writing. She blogs and tweets, and is hard at work on the next novel in the Arkwell Academy series.

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The Nightmare Dilemma

By Mindee Arnett

Tom Doherty Associates

Copyright © 2014 Mindee Arnett
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-7653-3334-6


Where No Nightmare Has Gone Before

The mermaid was lying on the hospital bed, looking distinctly un-mermaidish. And not just because she was in her human form. Britney Shell looked more like a zombie with her skin the color of cigar ash and ghoulish lines of black stitches across her forehead, cheeks, and neck.

I turned to face the only other person in the room, the woman who'd summoned me out of my dorm in the middle of the night to the school's infirmary for a reason I was sure I didn't want to know. Lady Elaine stood near the foot of the bed, her pale, cloudy eyes fixed on Britney. She was an old woman, and tiny, hardly bigger than a kid. But that didn't make her any less intimidating. As a chief advisor to the Magi Senate, her presence at Arkwell Academy meant trouble.

"What happened to her?" I said.

A grimace crossed Lady Elaine's thin face, turning the wrinkles into deep crevices. "We don't know. That's why you're here. To help us find out."

"Me? What can I do?"

"You're a Nightmare."

I frowned. Not because this was an insult or anything. It was true. I am a Nightmare, or at least a half one. My mom's a full Nightmare, but my dad's an ordinary human. Not that you can tell by looking at me. For the most part, Nightmares look like ordinaries, but we're magical beings who feed on human dreams.

"You want me to dream-feed on her?"

"Precisely," Lady Elaine said, clanking her teeth.

I didn't know why I was surprised. There wasn't any other reason a person as important as Lady Elaine would want someone like me here. Britney and I were friends, but given the number of magickind police officers waiting out in the hallway, I didn't think this was a bedside vigil.

I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. "How's that supposed to help? Dream-feeding doesn't heal people, right? I mean, if it does, then calling my kind Nightmares is like false advertisement."

Lady Elaine scowled. "Now's not the time for cheek, Destiny Everhart."

"It's Dusty," I mumbled, looking back at Britney. Guilt made my skin prickle. Lady Elaine was right. Now wasn't the time for smart-ass remarks, but I couldn't help it. Seeing Britney like this freaked me out, an event that never failed to make my mouth run away with me.

Lady Elaine let out an exaggerated sigh. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched her turn and sit down in a chair on the other side of the bed. Like everything else in the room, the chair was the mottled gray color of cinder blocks. Lady Elaine's feet dangled two inches above the ground. "You're here because you might be able to identify Britney's attacker by what you see in her dream."

More confused than ever, I swung toward her. It wasn't the first time I'd been asked to identify a bad guy through someone's dream. A few months ago I discovered I was a dream-seer, that I could see the future in certain dreams. But ...

"I thought my dream-seer skills only work in Eli's dreams."

Lady Elaine waved a hand at me. "I'm not asking you to predict the future but to read the past."


She sighed again, clearly at the end of her patience. Not that this was anything new. She crossed one leg over the other, feet swinging. "Whoever attacked Britney did so less than an hour ago. And as far as we can tell, she's been in a constant dream-state ever since. If she saw the person, there's a good chance his image has left a residue on her dream."

"A residue?"

"Yes, a magical residue," said Lady Elaine. "She was hit by a powerful curse. One we haven't been able to identify yet. But all magic leaves traces of the person who wielded it, and only a very few magickind would be skilled enough to remove those traces."

I considered the idea, pushing back strands of my curly red hair that had escaped my haphazard ponytail. "So it's kind of like a fingerprint or DNA."

Lady Elaine gave me a blank stare.

I crossed my arms, wishing I'd worn something more substantial than a hoodie, hastily donned over my pink-and-red-striped pajamas. The mid-April rain outside tapped against the windowpane, putting a damp chill in the air. "You know, like forensic science stuff. How ordinary cops figure out who the bad guy is."

Lady Elaine's stare deepened toward incredulity.

I couldn't figure out what her deal was. Most magickind were junkies for ordinary pop culture. "Don't you watch TV?"

She looked taken aback by the question, but recovered quickly. "Not those kinds of shows."

I raised an eyebrow, wondering what kinds of shows she did watch.

"But I suppose your interpretation is correct," said Lady Elaine. "It is something like magical DNA."

Which made me the scientist in this scenario. What a joke.

Still, I didn't protest as I turned my gaze back to Britney. If she'd been hit by a curse, then it was my fault. I might not have done the actual cursing, but I'd played a big part in making it possible for magickind to use combative spells whenever they wanted. It used to be that such magic was prohibited by The Will, a massive spell designed to keep magickind in line. But I inadvertently helped destroy The Will a couple of months ago. At least I'd been fighting an evil warlock at the time, one with Hitlerish ideas about world domination.

Small comfort now.

And no comfort at all to Britney. She looked miserable, her expression pained even in sleep. Her eyelids quivered as her eyes pulsed back and forth beneath them.

Even though I knew I was responsible, I didn't want to dream-feed on her. What if I messed up? I might miss something important.

I cleared my throat. "Isn't there some other Nightmare better qualified?"

"No," Lady Elaine said, a pointed edge to her voice. "Well, yes, there are certainly others more qualified, but none available tonight. Someone else was supposed to be here, but they've been delayed, Bethany Grey is still imprisoned, and your mother is still out of town. Which leaves only you."

I swallowed hard, my stomach twisting into a knot. The pathetically small number of Nightmares in existence wasn't something I wanted to think about right now. This attack on Britney was just another in a string of magickind-on-magickind violence that had been happening since The Will broke. The same kind of violence responsible for my lack of Nightmare relatives.

Screwing up my courage, I said, "So you want me to figure out who she's dreaming about."

Lady Elaine gave me a tight-lipped smile. "Yes. Just observe and report."

Sounded simple enough, although in my experience nothing to do with magic was ever simple.

I drew a breath. "Okay, but tell me more first. Who found her? Where was she?"

Lady Elaine frowned. "There's no time for details. She might stop dreaming any moment, and the longer we wait the fainter the residue becomes."

"I get it, but her dreams aren't going to be all clear like Eli's. If I've any hope of spotting the person, I need to know more about what to look for."

This sounded mostly true, even to my ears, but secretly I was thinking about how if Eli were here he would demand to know more. Ever since we defeated the evil warlock, Marrow, he'd had his heart set on starting an amateur student detective agency. We'd worked one minor "case" involving a stolen necklace, but this was the first hard-core mystery. He would want to investigate. As always, thoughts of Eli made me feel both flustered and comforted at the same time, a result of our more-than-friends-but-not-really status.

"Fine." Lady Elaine stood up, her heels giving a little click as her feet touched the floor. She marched past me out the door. I heard a murmur of voices, and then she reentered the room, followed by a tall, hairy-looking man in a dark blue policeman's uniform.

Sheriff Brackenberry fixed an irritated look at me. It was the same look he'd given me when I arrived a few minutes ago and Lady Elaine had asked him to wait out in the hall. I couldn't decide if his irritation was strictly for me or just a side effect of being bossed around by a little old lady. Probably both. I smiled sheepishly back at him, trying to win him over. Not only was he the magickind sheriff, he was also head werewolf, which made him only slightly less scary than Lady Elaine.

"We need to hurry this up," said Brackenberry. "Britney here is due to be transferred to Vejovis Hospital as soon as you're done."

The knot in my stomach twisted harder. Her injuries must be pretty bad if they were sending her there. I opened my mouth to tell him no need to bother with the details, but he started speaking before I got the chance.

"She was discovered at approximately eleven forty-five P.M. by Ms. Hardwick in one of the alcoves of the tunnel between the library and Flint Hall," said Brackenberry.

I grimaced at this news. Ms. Hardwick was the school janitor and resident hag. Definitely not the kind of person I wanted to meet inside a dream. Especially one other than Eli's. With any luck, she hadn't been involved, although I wouldn't put it past her.

"There was no apparent sign of a struggle," Brackenberry went on. "But Britney was lying half in, half out of the water, which suggests she might've been trying to flee her attacker. It appears Ms. Hardwick arrived only minutes afterward, but she didn't see anyone else." Brackenberry's tone turned scornful. "Is that enough information for you?"

I gulped. "I think I can make do with it."

"Well, go on then." He shooed at me.

I bit my lip. "Would you, um, mind leaving again?" Dream-feeding was kind of personal, and the last thing I wanted was a male audience.

If I'd been a bowl of ice cream I might have melted on the spot from the hot intensity of his stare. I glanced at Lady Elaine, hoping for some support, but she looked as impatient as the sheriff.

Resigning myself to the inevitable, I walked around to the side of the bed. I was just about to climb onto it and resume the proper Nightmare position, when I remembered a mere touch would do. I closed my eyes and reached my hands toward Britney's forehead.

"What are you doing?" Lady Elaine said.

I looked over my shoulder. "Checking her temperature."

She stomped her foot. "Not like that. This is too important, Dusty. You need to be in the traditional position to get the deepest connection to her dreams."

It was my turn to scowl as I climbed onto the bed. I hadn't dream-fed on anyone besides Eli in a long while. And feeding on a girl, especially one my age, just felt weird. There was nothing sexual about dream-feeding, but the pose was a bit on the lewd side.

I swung one foot over Britney's middle. Then I squatted down onto her chest, doing my best to keep as much weight off her as I could. I wasn't that heavy, but Britney was smaller than me, and I didn't want to hurt her.

As always, the moment I was in place, instinct took over. Britney was dreaming, all right. The stuff of those dreams, the fictus, made something deep inside me burn with a terrible thirst. A thirst for magic.

Closing my eyes, I stretched my hands toward her temple. When my skin touched hers, I felt my consciousness slip from my body and slide down, down, down into the world of Britney's dream.

A swirl of colors — a chaotic mixture of blues, purples, and greens — enveloped me like some kind of living light, warm and pulsating with energy. It lasted a long time before the chaos settled, and I found myself in a dark, damp cave. A single torch hung nearby, its light making the wet walls around it glisten and reflecting in the water from the canal that ran parallel to the walkway I stood on. To my left and right, the canal and walkway disappeared into the blackness of a long tunnel. Across from me, the canal widened into a small, circular pool, one of the many alcoves in Arkwell's tunnel system.

The clarity of my surroundings surprised me. Most dreams, aside from Eli's, were confused, disorienting things, usually in black-and-white, but this place was so real for a moment I thought I'd been transported here in the waking world.

The illusion broke almost at once. The walls began to lean inward, as if the tunnel were being drawn in on itself. The natural orange glow of the torch turned a molten red. And the water began to bubble and spurt in a rapid boil.

A scream rang out even louder than the raging water. I looked down to see Britney's head break the surface of the alcove's pool. I'd never seen her in her natural mermaid form, but I knew her skin should be pale, almost translucent, not the angry red color it was now. Blisters popped up on her skin. She was being cooked alive.

No, this wasn't real. This wasn't even a dream.

It was a nightmare.

My first instinct was to change the dream, manipulate the setting to somewhere safe and calm, but I resisted. Observe and report, Lady Elaine had said.

It was hard, especially as Britney swam toward the edge of the pool, struggling to pull herself out of the water. I wanted to help her, but I couldn't, not here. Any physical contact with my dream-subject and I would be kicked out.

I closed my eyes, unable to watch any longer. I was about to cover my ears when everything went silent. I opened my eyes again, relieved to see the scene had shifted on its own. The tunnel had given way to a strange, small room with bright, colorful walls. I felt oddly weightless, and as strands of my red hair swam into my vision, I realized I was under water. As soon as I thought it, I became aware of the wetness and a sudden need to breathe.

Britney floated a few feet away from me in her mermaid form, her long tail a strawberry pink color that matched her hair. I focused my imagination on copying her form, and a moment later my body had transformed into a mermaid and my panic subsided.

I looked around at what I guessed was her bedroom. No furniture decorated the place, unless you counted the gigantic sea anemone growing along one side of the room that looked big enough to sleep in. But there was something personal and bedroom-ish about the trinkets set on the floor-to-ceiling shelves built into the coral walls.

Before I could examine the items, an odd, garbled, shrieking sound drew my attention. It seemed to be coming from Britney, who had her back to me. I swam to the left to see around her. Another mermaid floated in a small opening into the room. She had the same strawberry pink-colored hair, and I guessed it was Britney's mother. They were arguing. Loudly. But in mermench.

Even though I couldn't understand them, there was no mistaking the animosity. Fury seemed to emanate from both, but when I cast a sideways glance at Britney, she looked frightened, too.

The scene changed once more, the colors melting and bleeding together before righting again. This time Britney and I stood in the middle of a forest full of dead, deteriorated trees like hundreds of brittle finger bones sticking up from the earth. A stream full of glowing green water ran sluggishly through the trees. Garbage lined its banks. A terrible chemical smell hung in the air, burning my nose. The stench of rotting fish blended in with it. Several animals moved among the trees, all of them looking as sick and listless as the water in the stream. A deer hobbled past me on three legs, scorch marks on its body.

The scene shifted again. We were back in the tunnel, but the water no longer boiled. This time Britney stood beside the alcove's pool in her human form, her hair more blond than pink, her skin fair but not covered in translucent scales. A dark figure stood a few feet down the tunnel across from her, face hidden in shadows.

The residue. I moved toward the figure, eager to see his face and leave this dream behind. But the scene shifted again, back to the underwater bedroom. The change was so abrupt, I fought back dizziness. Pinwheeling my arms through the water, I focused on Britney still caught up in the argument with her mother.

A moment later, we were back in the forest. But as with the tunnel scene, we were no longer alone. Britney was arguing with a guy, one whose face made my heartbeat double and all the air vanish from my lungs. Paul Foster Kirkwood, my ex-boyfriend. What was he doing in Britney's dream? For a moment, I thought he must be her attacker, until I remembered that Paul was in jail, awaiting trial for his involvement with Marrow's scheme to overthrow the magickind government.

I took a step toward him and realized it wasn't Paul, not exactly, but close, as if Britney had seen the real Paul but her dreaming mind had forgotten the details.

The scene shifted again, back to the tunnel. After that, the changes started happening so quickly, my vision blurred as if I were riding an ultrafast merry-go-round. I tried to close my eyes, but couldn't. I kept catching glimpses of the almost-Paul and Britney's mother, even Britney herself, crying out in pain.

Finally, when I didn't think I could stand it any longer, I reached out with my Nightmare magic and willed the dream to stop its chaotic swirl. At once, everything went still.


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Table of Contents


Title Page,
Copyright Notice,
1. Where No Nightmare Has Gone Before,
2. Dream a Little Dream,
3. The Will Guard,
4. Tragical History,
5. The Sheriff, the Student, and the Oracle,
6. Confidential,
7. The Client,
8. Conductor,
9. Dream Share,
10. Mind Games,
11. Need Not Apply,
12. J Marks the Spot,
13. The Guilty,
14. Locker Room Recon,
15. A Crow's Feast,
16. Trust Issues,
17. Sympathies,
18. Vejovis,
19. The Target,
20. A New Client,
21. The Ghost and Rumpelstiltskin,
22. Latin Lessons,
23. Paul's Secret,
24. Dream Remix,
25. Loyalties,
26. The Terra Tribe,
27. Shakedown,
28. Roadblock,
29. The Circle of Twelve,
30. The Curse,
31. The Crow King,
32. The Sinking,
33. The Naming,
34. The Passing,
35. Aftermath,
36. Partings,
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The Nightmare Dilemma 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 4 reviews.
JMTJTC More than 1 year ago
Nightmare Dilemma is the second book in the Arkwell Academy trilogy. It’s a young adult fantasy novel about a girl, Dusty, who is a Nightmare. She literally feeds off of other people’s dreams. Her and her dream-seeing partner, Eli are called upon again to solve a mystery at their school of other paranormals. Dusty are able to see the future while in Eli’s dreams. My feelings about this book are pretty much the same as my feelings about the first book, The Nightmare Affair. It was a really cool idea about Nightmares being actual creatures. I guess I was hoping for it to be a little bit darker. The Nightmares should have been creepier, not happy-go-lucky. There were also so many things in this book that seemed way too close to Harry Potter. For instance, the bad guy from the first book comes back to life, but in a different form. Why can’t the bad guys just die?! There are also the bad guy professors who keep getting replaced by other bad guy professors. You can read the rest of my review here:
BookishThings More than 1 year ago
I’ve missed Dusty, Eli and Selene so much. They are a group of great friends, and have each others’ backs no matter what. Nightmare Dilemma picks up not long after the events in Nightmare Affair. I love that we get a small little recap. Dusty grows so much in this book. She deals with things that scare her but she knows she’s the only one that can go through with them. We also get a little more detail about her feelings toward Eli. He’s just an awesome person. There is a ton of mystery, and I didn’t see the culprit coming at all. I can usually figure out who the bad guy is pretty early on. Arnett surprised me, and I loved it! There’s definitely some romance going on, and it of course messes with emotions. This is one series that I want there to be more of!
SezjbSB More than 1 year ago
The Nightmare Dilemma is the second book in The Arkwell Academy series by Mindee Arnett. Luckily enough this book doesn't suffer from the Sophomore Syndrome of being a filler book, instead it is as fresh and exciting as the debut novel that started this well developed and fantastic series off. Catching up with our favorite characters: Dusty, Eli and Selene, who have had a quiet spell with no drama at all, until their friend Britney is attacked, and they find themselves amidst all the goings on. Dusty and Eli are enlisted to try and discover the attacker in their shared dreams but whilst trying Dusty discovers that she has a block in her dream state which passes over into Eli's, and it won't go away until she can figure out what it's trying to tell her, frustrated not only by the fact that she can't help and the attacker has gotten away with the crime until she fixes this problem, she is growing more atttracted to Eli as the days go by, but every time they get close Eli pulls away and she can't understand why. She is also shocked to be told that her ex-boyfriend Paul has been cleared of all charges and that he'll be returning to school, if that wasn't bad enough she's asked by Lady Elaine and  Sheriff Brackenberry to get close to Paul to spy on him and watch out for any suspicious behaviour on his part. Quite a few characters from the previous book make appearances, one in particular that I was most excited about Moira, Dusty's Mom and a character I would love to read more about, I'd love a prequel series based on her life when she was younger, with her reputation I'm sure it would be entertaining Choc-full of action, adventure, mystery and fun this was an exciting addition to this series, I can't wait for the next instalment to see what the gang get's up to next, fingers crossed that Dusty and Eli can find a way to be together. Thouroughly enjoyable, Mindee has written another ripper of a novel, sure to keep your eyes glued to the pages.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed the setting, characters and story. Can't wait for the next one!!