Dreamers of Dreams is an anthology of webfiction, that is, fiction being published online either as entire novels, or in pieces as a serial novel. The stories presented within range from urban fantasy to space opera, from swords and sorcery to murder mystery. We've collected samples from several novels being published online currently, a sampler pack of free fiction!
Excerpt from Cold Ghost, by Eva Shandor:
Something wasn’t quite right.
It was the next morning, and Yukihiro was loitering not far from the Golden Lotus restaurant. His nose was stuck deep in a romance novel, something nice and fluffy about an office lady and a trucker from Hokkaido, but his eyes were watching the restaurant en-trance very closely. He’d been sitting there for quite a while now, on the lookout for Liu’s arrival. At this time in the morning, there had only been service and delivery men, and a handful of regular dim sum breakfast customers. There’d been absolutely no sign of Liu or even any of his associates or relatives in the restaurant front.
Yukihiro twitched uncomfortably, and took a bite out of his chocolate orange parfait. As much as he enjoyed the opportunity to eat cake and read utter trash, the obvious issues worried him.
He had seen no sign of Suzuki or any of his lackeys hanging around, not since the airport. Suzuki’s right hand man, Toru, was nearly seven foot tall and had a face like a disgruntled pug, tended to stick out like a sore thumb no matter where he was. This wasn’t Suzuki’s home turf, and he didn’t have any love for the Yoshida family. There was no love between the Hanaokas and the Gao family, but neither was there any contention. So why would he even show up and interfere on this one in the first place? Had he managed to get to Liu and scare him off or deal with him? There were far too many unanswered questions for Yukihiro’s liking, but neither did he want to wait around too long to find out. The longer he waited around, the more chance there was of the mission being derailed.
“Earl Grey Tea, sir?”
Yukihiro peered up at the waitress, who wore a cheeky smile and bunched hair which had orange streaks through it.
“Pardon?” He needed to be certain. She did look like a Gao, but she could just be a very attentive waitress.
“I said would you like Earl Grey Tea, Sir? We have a limited offer on.”
And about damn time too! Liu must be ready now. Maybe he was stuck in one of the offices.
“Actually, I’m more of an English Breakfast man.”
The waitress smiled brightly and bobbed her head, flicking her eyes to the restaurant across the road. Damn, that was a cheeky smile – she was definitely a Gao, no two ways about it.
“Well, the English Breakfast is all laid out. They’re waiting on you.”
