Dauntless: Sleep Saga, #1

By Angela Cavanaugh

Stefan changed the world when he discovered a technique that allowed people to hibernate. But when his wife suffers an overdose, he must try to find a way to wake her. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Angela Cavanaugh
• Release date: Apr 19, 2015
• ISBN: 9781511651080

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Contents

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Opener

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Note from the author

Coming Soon

DAUNTLESS - SLEEP SAGA BOOK 1 Copyright © 2015 by Angela Cavanaugh

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Book and Cover design by Angela Cavanaugh

ISBN-13: 978-1511651080

ISBN-10: 1511651083

Second Edition

In sleep we lie all naked and alone, in sleep we are united at the heart of night and darkness, and we are strange and beautiful asleep; for we are dying the darkness and we know no death. - Thomas Wolfe

Chapter 1

Ava straightened my bow tie and I couldn't help but laugh. The accessory was made of lab-grown leopard hide, and dyed bright green. It was meant to be seen, and nothing called attention to it like wearing it askew. But I let her fix it anyway. It was only after she had messed with it that I realized she was untying it.

What are you doing? I asked.

She smiled at me. Her skin looked smooth since she had started taking the Sir2 gene therapy.

Helping you look more ridiculous, she said.

She pulled at it so that one side lay longer than the other. I studied her alteration in the mirror. She was right, I looked downright silly. But that was the point. While all of our other affairs this season had been serious ones, tonight was a special event. It was the farewell party, an end-of-season tradition. Over the years, it had grown in its ridiculousness. It began as just as serious a party as any other, more even. But once everyone began trying to outdo each other, the whole thing quickly became a parody of itself. Rather than admit what had happened, we embraced it, and a theme party was born.

Ava wore a low-cut dress with a train that swept the ground. The gown sparkled as she moved. It was covered along its length with Swarovski crystals. She wrapped herself in a black snakeskin cape. I put on my matching fedora and we headed out to the car.

Most nights we'd take our own. But seeing as this was a special occasion, the hosts had arranged to have everyone picked up by limo. Automobiles were all self-driving, so the addition of a driver was unnecessary. He got out and opened the doors for us. Again, something the car could have easily done itself. We climbed in, and I was surprised when he came in after us. I naturally assumed he'd be sitting in the front.

He didn't say a word at first. I was just about to ask him what his job was when he beat me to the punch. He pulled out a collapsible guitar, assembled it, and began to play. He started his set with Ava's favorite song. It was slow and sweet, and sounded fantastic acoustically. I watched her with delight as she took pleasure in the serenade. It wasn't until he began the second song, another by the same artist, that I realized he was that artist. Our hosts had arranged for each of their guests to be entertained by their favorite musician.

Only four songs had been played by the time the car pulled into the long driveway. There was a mass of paparazzi standing at the property's edge. They jockeyed for position as they tried to see who was in the car. They couldn't legally step foot inside the property lines unless they had been invited.