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603 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 25, 2015
They’re too tired for bathing, but they’re not too tired for dreams. For dreams, too, are ghosts, desires chased in sleep, gone by morning. The longing of dreams draws the dead, and this city holds many dreams.
In sleep, their fingers stiffen as they try to fight back against the terror invading their minds. For the dream knows their fears as well as their desire. It can make them see anything. Unspeakable nightmares surround the men now.
“Every city is a ghost.”Wow, okay, so this was EVEN BETTER than book one. See, a lot of reviews have said that this book is slower than book one. But I think this book is simply an expansion on book one - a slower one, but one where I connected to the characters a crapton. It took this long for the themes to really come to the surface, but guys, this book is way thematically stronger. Lair of Dreams is a book about identity masking itself as paranormal historical fiction. And it's brilliant. Holy shit.
“So. Tell me,” Marlowe tried gamely, “what do you think is man’s greatest invention?”
Jericho turned his head just slightly toward Marlowe, looking him straight in the eye. “God.”
“This is how it is now. There is strength in acceptance, Ling. Your legs have been taken from you. But how you choose to live with that has not.”
“Okay. That’s fair. Abso-tive-ly fair. Let’s say the tables were turned. If I were about to walk off a cliff, what would you do?”
Evie pursed her lips. “Push?”
“I don’t believe that.”
“You would on the way down.”
“No. He and Will spoke in newspaper articles about ghosts. They conversed through the careful curation of supernatural knickknacks. And Jericho couldn't help but feel cheated at how little he'd gotten when he'd needed so much more.
Why was there so much silence between men?”


























My mother: Faye! I finally finished that pesky Cookie Jam level!
Faye: Cool! That's just the bee's knees, mom!
My mother: ...I think you mean beeswax.
Faye: No... I mean.... ah, nevermind.
With her smudged eyes and her dainty red Cupid’s bow lips, she reminded Sam of a sparkling party favor on the cusp of New Year’s. “Evie,” he said, taking gentle hold of her hand. “The party can’t go on forever.”
Evie looked up at Sam, defiant but slightly pleading, too. Her voice was nearly a whisper. “Why not?”
“Besides, things you loved deeply could be lost in a second, and then there was no filling the hole left inside you. So she lived in the moment, as if her life were one long party that never had to stop as long as she kept the good times going.”
“For dreams, too, are ghosts, desires chased in sleep, gone by morning. The longing of dreams draws the dead, and this city holds many dreams.”
“They wish, too, that they could warn them about the gray man in the stovepipe hat, about the King of Crows. For not all ghosts remember, and the citizens have need of warning.”
"You’ll be safe in here," her uncle said and shut the door. But Ling knew she wasn’t safe anywhere. Not when people could hate the very idea of you. Not when there were ghosts in your dreams. Ling shut her eyes and listened to the sounds of her neighbors being taken away in the night.If you liked the first book in this series, I think you'll really enjoy Lair of Dreams. Personally I'm not a fan of the horror genre so I think I'm finished with this series at this point, but I'd certainly recommend it to those who like fantasy horror on the YA level.
“I hope our research into the great unknown of diviners and the supernatural world proves that we are all one, joined by the same spark of energy that owes nothing to countries or religion,”
“For dreams, too, are ghosts, desires chased in sleep, gone by morning.”
“The dead don’t scare me, it takes the living to do that,”
“There’s plenty of evil to fight in life without having to make up demons, devils, and ghosts.”
“i have never understood this obssession with where we are from, that we americans seem to have, we are from here, are we not?”
“I would argue that every country is built upon dreams and violence, both leave scars.”

“For dreams, too, are ghosts, desires chased in sleep, gone by morning. The longing of dreams draws the dead, and this city holds many dreams.”
“…Let’s say the tables were turned. If I were about to walk off a cliff, what would you do?”
Evie pursed her lips. “Push?”