Snowscape Trilogy

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Authors: Jessie Lyn Pizanias
Tags: Dreams, romance paranormal fantasy, demon and angel
paused a moment considering. “I am your
guardian, Ambrosia.”
    “Guardian?”
    He nodded. “You are a very important person
Ambrosia Ross.”
    “So I’ve been told.”
    “Ah, yes, “ he grimaced. “I know that
Samandiriel has paid you a visit already.” He stood up and suddenly
I found him standing in front of me. He took my hand with gentle
force and pulled me up. I tried to resist but could not. He was
stronger than me. I knew in that minute that although I had some
control here, he had more. And more importantly he had control of
me.
    Standing in front of me my hand gripped in
his he pulled me close and wrapped his arms around my waist. The
gesture was both soothing and unnerving. I wanted answers but there
was also no other place I wanted to be than in his arms at this
very moment. I could feel his lips brush against my collarbone and
the overwhelming need of him almost overtook me. I managed to
speak. “Please.” He bit down on my neck and waves of desire came
crashing over me. “Please,” I managed again.” Tell me what’s going
on. Tell me who you are.” I was close to tears. Tears of desire,
frustration and exhaustion all rolled over me.
    Nathaniel stiffened and I could feel his
warmth leave his body. I could see the jealously radiate from his
opal eyes as he backed away from me. “Fine. But we will not speak
of Samandiriel again. You will stay away from him.”
    My breath was short with anger and desire,
but I wanted answers. “Tell him to stay away from me,” I said
irritably under my breath. I looked at him and he stood passively
waiting for me to make the first move in this game we now played.
“Fine. Who are you?”
    “My name is Nathaniel. And I once was
something more. But now I am no longer that. I am strictly your
guardian.”
    “Why I am so important, that I would need a
guardian?”
    He took my hand again, but this time as a
friendly gesture. I let him and we started walking. I blushed
suddenly when I realized that we were once again the wood that we
had had our earlier rendezvous. If Nathanial noticed he did not
say. “As you have already gathered we are walking through your
snowscape, Amy.”
    The fact that he had used my nickname did not
escape me. “My snowscape?”
    Nodding, “Yes. When every human dreams they
escape their mental being, their souls if you will, go to their own
personal dreamscape. Most humans are limited to four or five, but
they change and alter with age, desire and fear. Most humans go to
sleep, dream and then return to their lives. Some special ones are
able to know that they are dreaming and manipulate their
surroundings. They call it lucid dreaming. Humans usually are
limited though and do not know that everyone can control the dream
that they are in simply by using their subconscious. But you are
different, Amy. You are what the archangels refer to as a master of
dreams. You have not only the ability to evolve within your own
lucid drams, but to walk through others as well. Hence why you walk
in a snowscape”
    “Why did you call it a snowscape?”
    “Because you are not like other humans. When
you are here others can only see the white noise that surrounds
you. You drown out all other senses to an observer save the one you
are speaking to. I’m sure there are many words for it in many
languages. Snowscape is just a nickname the angels gave it long
ago.”
    “So you are saying I can visit anyone’s
dreams I want to?”
    “Yes.”
    “Although an intriguing concept why would
that make me important? What does it matter if I can see another’s
dreams?”
    “You’ve already started noticing things about
people, haven’t you? Your intuition is usually right. You know a
person’s wants or fears just by looking at them. That is why people
intrigue you so much. That is why you are content to watch them go
about their daily lives without thought of interference why eye
contact does not make you nervous. You can see into their dreams.
Not as clearly as

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