Toby, was only a child when his father was murdered, not a day goes by where the image isn’t burned into his head. Toby, continuously has vivid dark dreams, he learns most of his dreams aren’t dreams at all, but visions of people being slaughtered. Toby, has no choice, but to try and find the person behind these murderous dreams, and stop them from committing anymore heinous murders, even if he finds out he's the killer himself.
“Follow me, they’ll becoming any minute,” Alex Loften said, gasping for air, holding his chest from their last sprint. “I just saw them walking on the other side of the buildings,” Alex spoke deeply. He stood a lanky six-foot-three, nose bigger than most with a long oval face and brown eyes peering up the street toward a light pole. They walked stealthily on a deserted gravel rock alleyway. What divided them from the people walking in the front were commercial brick buildings. “Why are we doing this?” Junior Loften asked, his voice trembling softly. An uncontrollable chill ran up his body. His cheeks were puffy and red, along with his nose. Junior stood a whopping four-foot-eleven, very slender and just starting puberty. “Remember, Junior, we’re paying them back for all the pain they caused us,” Alex said intrepidly. A smirk painted his face as he nodded toward the people walking in front of the same buildings. “Did you forget all the times your mother and I sat you down to explain it?” Alex’s smirk grew wider still, mirroring light from the moonlit night. How could Junior forget? Junior recalled why they are here. All Mom does is sit there, she never moves, she doesn’t even smile. Father always told him it’s their fault she’s like that. “Everything I taught you is going to pay off.” Junior is going to show his father just how much he paid attention; furthermore, how quick he’s learned. “We’re just doing what needs to be done.” Alex’s bones outlined his cheeks as he spoke. They moved methodically behind the next building. Alex slowly peered out from the gray building where they now hid. A car gap width away a red brick building stood. “I see them. This is where will do it from,” Alex concluded. He brought his head back from looking around the building. Junior slowly peered out from the same building. A clank of steps echoed between the buildings as the family ebbed closer. “Do you despise them, Junior?” Despise? He doesn’t even know what that word means. “Yes,” Junior said, hoping that was the right answer. He hated to be called Junior; he cringed his teeth at the thought. It was like nails lodging into his back, and he knew precisely how that felt. “Do you see them, Junior?” Junior was silent as he watched the three shadowed figures walking in the night become visible under the streetlights. The woman’s hair was swaying gallantly in the fall breeze. The man’s gabardine shaped around him as the wind whirled. The couples’ son smiled up at his parents as if one of them just told him a joke. Their bodies fell back into the darkness. “Just wait, Junior… just wait until you see their faces. No more smiles except for ours…” Alex’s voice faded away as Junior’s full attention went to the people walking in the front. The family’s voices grew louder the closer they came. “Here they come,” Alex said. Wasting no time, Alex threw a baseball size rock through the window of the building where they hid. A loud shattering sound lingered as all other noises ceased for a moment to let the sparkling glass settle to the ground. Lights turned on from a house about a hundred feet behind them. Junior waited for this deadly endeavor to start. A couple dogs barked out through the night. Loud striding steps scurried closer as Junior positioned himself for his surprise. Junior met his victim’s eyes, (You know me, Junior thought) the man’s blue eyes disappeared as his pupil grew wide at the sight of the blade moving at lightning quick speed. “Who…?” was the last words he could mutter before the razor-sharp blade went sailing across his throat and then vanishing into it. Alex’s heart pounded at the excitement going on around him. He was sure Junior’s heart was beating just as fast. They’re lots of tendencies people have while their life drains out of them. Their eyes start to go hollow; they have a grimacing expression about them while the only thought is bemusement. “His strawberry milk is running down my fingers,” Junior whispered to himself, watching the blood rush out of his neck and down the blade to his fingers. Junior couldn’t believe what he did. It wasn’t like all the animals he’d killed in the past. He just killed a person.
K.J. Simmil Goodreads: In Between Dreams by Eugene Knight presents an interesting plot that grips the reader's attention.
Rabia Tanveer for Readers' Favorite Eugene Knight did a brilliant job in writing this novel. The element of mystery is great and very well developed.
Jessyca Garcia for Readers' favorite: I had mixed feelings about it. The story at times seemed unbelievable, yet it still captured my attention.
The plot of the story is unique and very interesting. I have yet to read anything like this before. The characters are likeable when they are supposed to be and despicable when they need to be.