Dream Eater (Portland Hafu #1)
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Koi Pierce dreams other people's dreams.
By K. Bird Lincoln
Series: The Portland Hafu, Book One
Urban Fantasy
Release Date: April 4, 2017
Trade Paperback
ISBN-13: 978-0997788860
Novel, approx. 233 pages; 66,000 words
Also available as an ebook
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Other books in this series: Dream Eater (1), Black Pearl Dreaming (2), Last Dream of Her Mortal Soul (3)
By K. Bird Lincoln
Series: The Portland Hafu, Book One
Urban Fantasy
Release Date: April 4, 2017
Trade Paperback
ISBN-13: 978-0997788860
Novel, approx. 233 pages; 66,000 words
Also available as an ebook
Find it Online:
Amazon
Barnes and Noble
Books-a-Million
Goodreads
Independent Bookstores
iTunes/Apple iBooks
Kobo
Wholesale: Ingram or direct: World Weaver Press.
Other books in this series: Dream Eater (1), Black Pearl Dreaming (2), Last Dream of Her Mortal Soul (3)
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Description
Koi Pierce dreams other peoples' dreams.
Her whole life she's avoided other people. Any skin-to-skin contact—a hug from her sister, the hand of a barista at Stumptown coffee—transfers flashes of that person's most intense dreams. It's enough to make anyone a hermit. But Koi's getting her act together. No matter what, this time she's going to finish her degree at Portland Community College and get a real life. Of course it's not going to be that easy. Her father, increasingly disturbed from Alzheimer’s disease, a dream fragment of a dead girl from the casual brush of a creepy PCC professor's hand, and a mysterious stranger who speaks the same rare Northern Japanese dialect as Koi's father will force Koi to learn to trust in the help of others, as well as face the truth about herself. Excerpt
The cashier held out my debit card, smiling with too-bright teeth.
“So terrible,” she said, still turned to her floppy-haired manager. “He hardly had a career, and then on his one, big, movie break…” she let her sentence trail off, sighing. I took the card, flinching as her fingers brushed mine. Crap. Salty butter taste of popcorn on my tongue. Cheeks flushing with fear and excitement as an actor’s garishly painted face loomed onscreen in a close-up. I’d picked up a fragment from her. Her Pepsodent smile had fooled me into thinking there was no real depth behind her chatter, but she was genuinely sad. Trying to make it look like something had gotten caught in my eye, I squeezed them shut and breathed in deeply. On the gray static behind my eyelids I pictured a brush dipped in ink. A broad, perpendicular stroke, followed by shorter ones coming together to form the kanji for “five.” The popcorn taste faded—my usual trick had worked its magic. I opened my eyes to the fluorescent store-brightness. The tabloids on the rack above the candy shelves headlined the untimely demise of a movie star with acne-scarred cheeks—the source of the blonde cashier’s sorrow. The cashier, who along with her manager, were now openly staring at me. Marlin owed me for this. I should have added one of the register display-bars of Ghirardelli 72% Cacao to Marlin’s bill. Dark chocolate always made fragments go away quicker. All those endorphins and serotonin. Too late now. I was careful not to brush the clerk’s hand again when I took the plastic bag. The gray-haired lady behind me cleared her throat, loudly. The receipt was waiting for me on the counter. I mumbled an apology, stashed my purchase inside my messenger bag, and swiveled to make a run for the exit. Someone’s midsection stepped into my path, I barreled straight into it and felt a warm shock pass through me. The midsection was covered in a gray OHSU sweatshirt, but it was definitely hard, and male. “Sorry,” I mumbled again, flicking my gaze down from the man’s startled face to the box in his hands. Heat rose again on my cheeks. Great. My first time outside my personal triangle of apartment, Stumptown, or Portland Community College in two weeks and what do I do? Immediately pick up a fragment from a star struck cashier and bump into a guy buying condoms. I pushed past the man. I had to get out, now. I tore through the candy bar aisle and out the sliding door. Pacific Northwest damp gave the air a soggy, thick feeling. Douglas fir loomed over the rain-shiny blacktop of the parking lot, immense and aggressively green. A weak fragment like the cashier’s was easily corralled in the nether regions of my brain during daylight. As soon as I fell asleep, though, the emotional charge would rise to the surface, infiltrating my dreams like a dollop of real cream in a perfectly pulled espresso. Feelings would haunt me the next day. I wouldn’t be sure if my reactions were my own or colored by the cashier’s sad fragment. Fabulous. As if I needed more disturbing dreams. Despite being extra-special careful to keep my elbows in and hands folded since PCC’s spring semester started, for the past few weeks I’d been haunted by a pretty bad one. A fragment I’d picked up somewhere at school. |
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Praise
“Lincoln successfully mixes Japanese, Native American, and Middle Eastern mythologies in her modern setting, and Koi’s wry voice gives a new perspective on the problems of paranormal gifts.”
--Publishers Weekly "With a keen sense of place and a richly textured plot based in Japanese folklore, the first book in the Portland Hafu series shows enormous potential." --RT Book Reviews "DREAM EATER brings much-needed freshness to the urban fantasy genre with its inspired use of Japanese culture and mythology and its fully-realized setting of Portland, Oregon. I'm eager to follow Koi on more adventures!" —Beth Cato, author of The Clockwork Dagger and Breath of Earth “Dream Eater is my kind of urban fantasy, fast, engaging, and diverse. Myths from several different cultures come into play, each one distinctly and lovingly drawn. The tensions between them are as real and as fractious as what we face in the real world. A timely book that happens to be a rollicking read. Dream Eater has it all: mythological and social diversity, strong characters, and a tender romance. I can’t wait for the next one.” —Keith Yatsuhashi, author of Kojiki and Kokoro “I came for the Japanese mythology, and I was not disappointed. Readers who want variety in their urban fantasy beyond the werewolf and vampire staples are advised to pick up Dream Eater.” — Laura VanArendonk Baugh, author of The Songweaver’s Vow "The characters really drew me in—Koi and Ken are intriguing on their own, but even better together. Overall, the book is as quirky and edgy as Portland itself." —M.K. Hobson, author of The Native Star “This is fantasy filled with mythological creatures, gods, and a war between good and evil... It will be interesting to see where Koi's story goes next.” —Journey of a Bookseller "This book was amazing. It drew me in from the very beginning and didn’t let go." --Jeana's Book Nook "DREAM EATER is a fantastic, fast paced, and fresh read. I highly recommend it." —Pat Esden, author of The Dark Heart Series |
About the Author
K. Bird Lincoln's bio: K. Bird Lincoln is an ESL professional and writer living on the windswept Minnesota Prairie with family and a huge addiction to frou-frou coffee. Also dark chocolate-- without which, the world is a howling void. Originally from Cleveland, she has spent more years living on the edges of the Pacific Ocean than in the Midwest. Her speculative short stories are published in various online & paper publications such as Strange Horizons. Her first novel, Tiger Lily, a medieval Japanese fantasy, is available from Amazon. She also writes tasty speculative and YA fiction reviews under the name K. Bird at Goodreads.com.