Rostam Hobbs had been on track to make Chief Engineer on the New Horizon space station … before the dreaming interrupted his sleep patterns. Before the miscalculation that nearly froze the entire west residence wing into a block of ice. Before he’d been reassigned to a junk-bucket scout ship to get lost in some godforsaken corner of space.
Dreamers were supposed to have been identified and utilized by the time they hit puberty, and he’s well past that. Maybe they wouldn’t take him now, given his age, but he doesn’t dare chance being found out. Most people are blissfully unaware that Dreamers even exist. But he works in Engineering.
He knows everything about Dreamers.
And on a ship this small on a mission so long, it’s getting harder and harder to hide …
“All great stories leave you thinking about plot points for days (or weeks) later. They make you question the world around you and your perceptions. They have intriguing characters and unexpected twists and turns. This is one of those stories. In just a few short pages you will forever be a fan of J.R. Frontera.” — Tiffiney Baumgarden, reader