To Dream of Flying

By Debbie Mumford

Amelia Penfield dreams of flying ... but not in one of the buoyant airships that ply the skies of her native Denver, Colorado. Nor are her dreams the usual night time fantasies of a sleeping mind. No, Amelia dreams of standing on a high cliff overlooking a vast ocean and transforming from human female into a great bird. Her dreams are so real, so all consuming, that her father fears she will ascend Denver’s tallest building and throw herself into the sky. Can father and daughter solve the riddle of this inexplicable compulsion before Amelia follows in her mother’s tragic footsteps? Only time will tell.

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Debbie Mumford specializes in the unknown —fantasy, paranormal romance, and science fiction. Author of the popular “Sorcha’s Children” series, Debbie loves mythology and is especially fond of Celtic and Native American lore. She writes about dragons, thunderbirds and time-traveling lovers for adults as herself and for tweens and young adults as Deb Logan. Visit debbiemumford.com to learn more.

• Language: English
• Publisher: WDM Publishing
• Release date: Mar 13, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311029652

Debbie Mumford

Debbie Mumford specializes in speculative fiction—fantasy, paranormal romance, and science fiction. Author of the popular Sorcha’s Children series, Debbie loves the unknown, whether it’s the lure of space or earthbound mythology. Her work has been published in multiple volumes of Fiction River, as well as in Heart’s Kiss Magazine, Spinetingler Magazine, and other popular markets. She writes about dragon-shifters, time-traveling lovers, and ghostly detectives for adults as Debbie Mumford and contemporary fantasy for tweens and young adults as Deb Logan.

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To Dream of Flying

To Dream of Flying

Debbie Mumford

WDM Publishing

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

About Debbie Mumford

Also by Debbie Mumford

1

Amelia Penfield poured tea from a pretty rose patterned teapot, handed her father a cup, and then took a dainty sip from her own. Keeping her eyes downcast, she felt her cheeks warm, but not from the heat of

the

tea

.

I’m concerned, Father, she said quietly. I’ve been having very unusual dreams. She paused, took another sip of tea before returning her cup to the table. Knotting her hands in her lap, she raised her eyes to meet her father’s gaze. Of flying.

Professor Herbert Penfield’s face drained of color, as she’d known it would. She knew the tales of her birth. Knew the circumstances that had led to her mother’s untimely death.

Flying? he asked, his voice choked. He cleared his throat, put aside his teacup, and leaned forward to study her. "

Tell

me

."

Her heart raced, throbbed in her ears as she’d heard the vast sea pound the shore in her dreams. A sound she’d never heard in life, hers having consisted of the sights and sounds of the booming—and very land-locked—city of Denver, Colorado. Closing her eyes, she sought calm. When she opened them again, she focused on her father, the solid rock of

her

life

.

In the dream, she began, her voice barely more than a whisper, I’m sitting on a cliff overlooking the ocean. At least, I suppose it to be an ocean—it’s a vast expanse of water, stretching to the horizon, with white-capped waves breaking against a sandy shore. She paused, it was easier to puzzle about this vision of an ocean she’d