Just when I thought Mona Archer couldn’t top the emotional devastation and immersive beauty of I Summon the Sea, she goes and sets the sky on fire in I Dream of Dragons.
This sequel expands everything—higher stakes, deeper lore, messier feelings, and yes, dragons. So many dragons. If book one pulled me under like a tide, book two launched me straight into the stars—scorched, breathless, and begging for more.
Let’s start with the emotional core: Rae. Her evolution in this book is stunning. Still mute, still carrying the weight of the sea—but now she’s confronting truths that crack her open. Her power? Growing. Her control? Slipping. Watching her balance strength with vulnerability while navigating betrayals, bloodlines, and bonds made me want to scream into the void (in the best way).
And Athdara? If he was chaos wrapped in shadows before, now he’s something else entirely—something more dangerous, more human, and somehow more terrifying. The slow unraveling of his past hit hard. The moments of softness? Rarer, sharper. The tension between him and Rae? Unreal. Every shared glance was a war. Every near-touch felt like the edge of a blade. They are not okay, and I love that for them.
The fated mates angle finally comes into focus here, and it’s not what I expected—it’s darker, riskier, and filled with consequences that ripple across realms. No insta-love here. This is love with teeth.
Also, can we talk about the worldbuilding? Just—wow. Archer doesn’t just add dragons—she integrates them into the world’s mythology in a way that feels earned and elemental. The dreamscapes. The sky rituals. The ancient bargains. Everything feels steeped in power, and every new reveal left me desperate to know more.
Shoutout to Tru for continuing to be the emotional glue of this story—and the Fae King? Somehow even more morally gray and impossible to figure out. I do not trust him. I also want more of him. Make of that what you will.
By the time I reached the final chapters, I wasn’t reading—I was surviving. Breath held. Heart ruined. Eyes wide.
Mona Archer isn’t writing fantasy. She’s weaving spells. And this book? It’s one I’ll be dreaming about for a long time.
💘 Fated Mates – Destined love? Yes. Easy? Absolutely not.
🧨 Slow Burn to Inferno – Every look, every brush of skin—agonizingly tense and deliciously slow.
🧜♀️ Powerful Silent Heroine – Rae continues to command the story without speaking a word.
🕯️ Touch-Starved, Emotionally Repressed Love Interest – Athdara is hanging by a thread, and we love to see it.
🐲 Dragons (with Lore!) – Not just creatures—part of ancient magic, dreams, and destiny.
💔 Betrayal & Secrets – Trust is fragile. And in this book, it’s broken beautifully.
🩸 Bloodlines & Prophecies – Ancestry, legacy, and fate collide in dangerous ways.
🌌 Dream Magic / Astral Bonding – Emotional intimacy gets a surreal, high-stakes upgrade.
🖤 Morally Gray Everything – Allies, enemies, love interests—no one’s clean. Everyone’s fascinating.
🫀 Love as a Curse / Burden – Fated doesn't mean safe. Or kind. Or survivable.
👑 Scheming Fae Courts – Power plays, veiled threats, and mysterious royal agendas.
🔥 “I Hate How Much I Want You” Energy – Romantic tension so raw it feels like a wound.
🛡️ Found Family (But Broken) – Loyalty, love, and loss among unlikely allies.
☁️ Emotionally Devastating Climax – Yes, it hurts. No, you’re not ready.