In case you don’t know, I’m Gwynt and I’m a Dreamer. That means that every night, when I go to sleep, I go to place called the Dreamworld. So far, my twin sister Gwyn, my best friend Kaie and his other friend Devin— we’re the survivors, but we might not be for long.

Don’t know what the Dreamworld is?

The Dreamworld’s a world in which Ancients dwell, in which Faeries all too often decide they aren’t short and think humans good for nothing but getting eaten and promptly eat you.

I used to have friends there, you know— all humans, like me, and all Dreamers, like me, but they’re long gone— either dead, killed by something, or they found a way out.

While the Dreamworld sucks you in, or might spit you out, the Dreamworld has no control over the things in it or the things that happen; hey man, it’s just the evil world that sucks people into it. But, if you die there, you stay dead. I mean it. I lost my little brother to that place, and I’m NOT happy about it.

You see, the place isn’t just evil, it’s got a whole bunch of evil people in it (for example, Morgan Le Fey, this witch who’s bent on getting Kaie in her bed, and she’s not the worst of them, either), most of whom want either me, Kaie, or Gwyn dead.

Not a happy place, and probably the most likely where you’ll ever see a leprechaun dance and then get homicidal on you.

And I’m starting to feel really, really drowsy…