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372 pages, ebook
First published February 14, 2015
“You care for this human.” It wasn’t a question.Oh, brother. Here we go again.
“She’s different, unique, and I’m drawn to her.”
The angel chuckled as he shook his head. In a very human-like manner he rubbed his forehead. “I never thought it would be you—the brooding loner who has kept to himself for centuries now—enamored with a mortal."
Dream of me, Princess,” Dair whispered into her ear.''
“Then weave me a dream, Sandman,” she said softly, “and then we can dream together.”


“Goodnight, Sarah Serenity,” he said gently as he walked to the closed window and began to step through it as if it were open to the outside world. He looked back one more time at the girl who held him captive. “I wish you could dream of me. I would dream of you if I were capable of such a thing.”I know I'm sounding all sorts of sexist and all, like, locked into gender roles and shit, but WHERE ARE YOUR BALLS, MAN?! YOU'RE A CREATURE WITH THE WISDOM OF AGES. WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?!
She hated to leave her Aunt Darla and Uncle Wayne. They had raised her since she was nine after her parent’s death.- She is plagued with the desire to do good out of guilt, completely fucking needlessly, for her parents' death.
Deep down she thought her desire to help others was her penance, a debt owed because of the death of her parents. She wondered if they had been taken from her so soon before their time because of something she’d done, or not done.3. She is special. For no reason at all. OH, WAIT. SHE VOLUNTEERS.
“So fierce, my princess of peace,” he told her and saw her eyes soften as she looked at him. “You have no idea just how amazing you are.”I'll have you know I put in over 80 hours during high school volunteering. Do I get to have a hot mythical being fall in love with me, too? Please?
“I’m nothing special, Dair,” she said and tried to look away, but Dair held her chin to keep her head from turning.
He leaned down until his lips were inches from hers. “Never say such a thing again. Even if the Creator hadn’t singled you out for whatever destiny it is He has for you, you are still special. You give of yourself even when others don’t appreciate you. That sort of selflessness is not common.”
She hadn’t grown very close to any of them because her time had been so limited over the course of her high school career. As soon as she had learned to drive she had started working, volunteering, and helping as much as possible.Nobody understands her. She is wise beyond her years. She's the biggest fucking martyr in the entire fucking world.
Serenity had a smile that could make a man want to move mountains for her. It was all innocence and joy wrapped up and surrounded by love. She was a girl who truly knew how to love without strings attached and that love came bursting through when she smiled.End Mary Sue.
He was so lost in watching her that it was nearly too late when he realized she was about to be undressed as she began changing into her night clothes. He turned around quickly just as she began to lift her shirt, feeling even more like a creepy stalker.2. Insta-love. I know I rag a lot about insta-love. Often, it's not so much insta-love as much as insta-attraction. This is not the case in this book. It is pure, unadulterate, nausea-inducing insta-love between said aforementioned wise-ancient-Sandman and a fucking 18 year old whom he has known for all of a few days. With whom he falls madly, desperately in love, having never even revealed himself to her.
If Dair was honest with himself, he would admit that he wanted her with a passion he had never felt before. As the ocean’s tide was drawn to the bank and helpless to deny the pull of the moon’s call, so he was drawn to her. The human female had no idea he even existed, and yet he longed for her to see him, know him, and want him as he wanted her.Boo-yah.


“We must have the whole world prettily decked out for to-morrow morning,” said Ole Luk-Oie, “for that will be a holiday, it will be Sunday. I will go to the church steeples to see that the little church goblins are polishing the bells, that they may sound sweetly. I will go out into the field, and see if the breezes are blowing the dust from the grass and leaves; and what is the greatest work of all, I will bring down all the stars, to polish them. I take them in my apron; but first each one must be numbered, and the holes, in which they are placed up there, must be numbered likewise, so that they may be placed in the same grooves again; otherwise they would not sit fast, and we should have too many shooting stars; for one after another would fall down.
- Hans Christian Andersen; Ole Luk-Oie
"I am the Sandman, The Dream Weaver, the Enticer of Slumber. The night is mine. The darkness is my cloak and obeys my commands. If I do not want to be seen, I can prevent it."
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Let me start off by saying that I am such a big Quinn Loftis fan! After reading her Grey Wolves series (all but the final book, which I need to get to) I fell in love with her writing and her creativity! She has a great talent for writing swoon worthy men and strong females! Dream of Me definitely followed this trend!
When I saw that Quinn Loftis had a new book, and that it was her take on the "Sandman" I was like " I AM IN!" This concept was definitely interesting and the back story of the Sandman as well as what his job is in the current world was so inventive. Loftis thought up every angle to make this work, and it did!
Brudair or "Dair" for short is the Sandman, he has traveled the World since it was created and worked for "The Creator" weaving dreams for humans. I liked Dair a lot, he was kind, protective and definitely swoony. He took his work seriously and cared for each person he weaved dreams for. Unfortunately, there were a couple of things I didn't like :( One being there was definitely insta-love, Dair hardly knew Serenity except to weave her a couple of dreams and was totally in love with her (and this was not even a quarter of the way into the book) . This was supposed to be because he was an ethereal being and therefore had stronger feelings than a human, but I had trouble believing that an immortal who has traveled the Earth for millions of years all of the sudden falls in love with a 17 year old girl after a week. I wanted to believe it, but I had some trouble with it.
"He did not want to spend the rest of eternity with the ache of her absence in his mind, spirit and body. Time would not ease it, not for his kind. Once the love of an immortal was given, there was no taking it back. She would hold his adoration, love, and esteem for the rest of time."
"Dream of Me Princess." Dair whispered into her ear. "Then weave me a dream, Sandman," she said softly "and then we can dream together."
Dream of Me by Quinn Loftis had my attention at the mention of the Sandman. I'm sure many of you remember hearing about him when you were younger. He blows sand in your eyes and off to sleep you go. In my memories though he seemed like something to fear, similar to the boogeyman. But in this story he's definitely not the boogeyman!
Ms. Loftis has taken an opportunity to write a fantasy romance around the mythological Sandman named Brudair or Dair for short. Dair has been delivering dreams given to him by the Creator for thousands of years. Never does he speak to humans. It isn't until he weaves a dream for Sarah Serenity that things begin to change with him.
The introduction of Dair and his fascination with Serenity was very intriguing. I was enraptured by tale the author wove about who the Sandman is. I was also taken with how he sees Serenity prior to ever speaking with her. It wasn't until they actually meet that I was completely taken with Dair. I appreciated the care in which the author developed his character. He's confused by his new found emotions. He's questioning everything he thought he knew. He's kind, caring, generous, and a gentleman.
Serenity was hit or miss for me. Sometimes I found her endearing other times I realized I didn't really know who she was. Her character is stereotypical and while that's okay for many tried and true romance novels, I kept waiting for all those things to come to play in this story. She's being raised by an aunt and uncle since the death of her parents. We know no background other than she compensates the guilt by volunteering her time to those less fortunate. She's a virgin. She has few to no friends. She's never dated. She wants to leave her small town but we don't know where or what she wants to do with her life. Her goals, dreams, aspirations are never discussed. Neither are the circumstances surrounding her parents death. All of it just is. I thought we were being led in a direction, I'm not sure which, but instead things just fell flat.
When Emma entered the picture I was thrilled. She added a much need layer of depth to the story. Her pages were the ones I craved as her story was weighted much more in the overall plot. Her story in some ways parallels with Serenity and again this wasn't discussed. Maybe book two will shed some light. Emma is said to be a child prodigy, intelligent beyond her years. I loved her interactions with Raphael. Actually her character in general was endearing. My only frustration was that she does not come across as a child much less an 8 year old. I get that she's smart, maybe even a little more mature. However, I would have liked young Emma I'm sure if I could have met her. I think it would have made the story that much more believable.
This story is heavy on Christian ideology. While that may turn some off, I found that it added another layer to the story. For as much time as was spent describing everyone's thoughts, I do wish there had been more descriptive prose. Telling me that Dair is meeting his Creator is no where near as fantastical as describing what he felt and what the surroundings looked like. This is just an example. I would have loved more detail so that I could feel more a part of the story. Those connections are what take stories from being good to great to exceptional. Fantasy in my mind is more than the character it's the plot and it's imagery.
I was absolutely sucked into Dream of Me. I read the entire book almost in one sitting. I think that alone speaks volumes about Quinn Loftis' writing. While there are some issues, as mentioned above, as a whole the story is an enjoyable read and I'm anxious to see where she's headed. I'm hoping that Dream of Me was the foundation for something more, more fantastical, more emotional deep, more romantic, more closing the loop on some unanswered questions. There is so much more that can be told.
*A copy of this book was kindly provided by the author in exchange for an honest review*