Book1:TeDream-Maker

ghosts，butlovedtolistentosepulchralstoriesofghostsanddemons．Nowthathewasgettingoninageandcloserandclosertohisfiiheearth,hewasnolongerafraidofthem．Orary，theirexistenisedaensionofthislifeinanotherworld．Inawaythistookawaymuchoftheapprehensionandfearofdeath．ToDimitri’scuriousandinquisitivemind，hewaseveastewhat1ifehereaftermeant，tolearnwhatthedifferencewasbetweenmenandghosts．

    Itwasonlyfivethirtyiernoon．ThefieryraysofthesettingsundyedLakeMerrittintoapoolofblood-redwater．Dimitriregrettedspendingthedayinthinkingandreminisg,asitmadehisheadache．Hismindwasn’tclearanymoreandheneededarest．Butagain,histhoughtswaohismotherAmalia．Ifshewasn’tinHeavebeinHellediernalfmesofGehenna．Hecouldalmostvisualizethedespairingandagonizingexpressiononherfaceasshestruggledtefromthescorgriver，onlytosinkdeeperintothebottomlesspit．

    "HowcouldyoustandthiseorturedayafterdayAmaliamysweetmother?"thoughtDimitri．"Hoefullynowandthenyoucouldleavethefierywatersandclimbashoreforalittlerespite，eatsomethingandhideforamomentinaerbeforebeingpiercedbyaforkandthrownbatothefmesbytheguardsoftheUnderworld．OhAmalia，mysweetmother，doyoueverthinkofmethewayIthinkofyou?Me,youronlysonwhomyouleftalohisworld．No，shewouldn’t"thoughtDimitrisadly．Whenhevisitedherforthesttimeinhercellthedaybeforeshewastodie，shewasuntamed，abusiveandshrewishasever．Sheturnedonhim，snarling，

    "Scramyousnivelingbastard！Idon’twanttoseeyourface．Iwouldn’thavebeenhereifIwasn’tburdehyou.”Herviciousandfiendishexpressionrosebeforehimandhecouldalmosthearherhi