Oakwood Drive looks like the perfect place to grow up: quiet streets, old family homes, friendly neighbors, and generations who never seem to wander too far away. But when a woman brings her husband and children back to the street where she grew up, increasingly elaborate surprises begin appearing each morning. Her husband assumes her parents are simply determined to spoil their grandchildren. She knows better. Because on Oakwood Drive, bedtime stories don't always end when children wake up.

For five years, sleep has been anything but restful. Her dreams don’t simply feel real. She wakes inside them, experiencing everything from sinking ships and prehistoric worlds to beautiful cities where someone always seems determined to kill her. Doctors call them nightmares. Therapists search for meaning. Her family thinks something is wrong. Then one person asks a different question: What if she could control where her dreams take her? Suddenly, going to sleep might not be something to fear. It might be the beginning of the greatest adventure imaginable.

She did everything she was supposed to do. She studied hard, built a career, took over the family business, raised a family and became extraordinarily successful. Then one day she looked up from her desk and realized twenty-five years had disappeared while she was busy living the life everyone else had chosen for her. Now, for the first time, she's asking herself a deceptively simple question: What do I want? The answer begins with a plane ticket, an ancient tomb and the first page of a life that finally belongs to her.

Dr. Emma Samuels has spent a very long time studying the treasures humanity leaves behind. Governments call her. Museums call her. Collectors call her. She authenticates relics, catalogs discoveries and determines their place in human history. But some artifacts carry more than history with them. Some come with legends, warnings, curses and prices that were never meant to be forgotten. And when something extraordinary is unearthed, eventually someone finds their way to Emma's hidden office and knocks on her door.

He had never seen a telephone booth before. To him, it was a relic from his parents' generation, a strange little building people once needed just to make a phone call. So when he finally encounters one while on vacation, naturally he climbs inside for a picture. But when the door closes and opens again, his family is gone, a lonely diner waits beside an unfamiliar road, and getting home may require far more than simply picking up the phone.

Everyone knows Ella’s story: the cruel stepmother, the jealous stepsisters, the ruined dress, the royal ball and the prince waiting to fall in love. But what if we’ve been remembering the wrong invitation? Ella never needed a fairy godmother to rescue her, and her happy ending wasn’t waiting in a ballroom. While everyone else was looking toward the palace, Ella had already chosen another road and a future entirely her own.

Fox is a Blade, an elite hunter sent across time to eliminate dangerous quarry and protect the timeline without changing history. She doesn’t ask questions, doesn’t read the files, and never gets emotionally attached. Give her a target, and she gets the job done. But her newest assignment comes with an unusual warning: if she succeeds, there will be a last victim. When Fox steps through the portal into the foggy streets of Victorian London, she finally learns the name of the man she’s been sent to stop.

Writers are told to read, study craft, take classes, seek feedback, and, of course, write. But what about simply practicing? Drummers have paradiddles. Athletes run drills. Dancers work at the barre. Through a daily experiment of creating stories from random images, I accidentally discovered my own version of the drill, and something unexpected began happening: my voice grew stronger, my instincts got faster, and I became more willing to follow my imagination into unfamiliar territory. Maybe not everything we write needs to become a finished product. Sometimes the story isn't what we're building. Sometimes we're building the storyteller.

At sixty-five, he’s doing pretty well, despite the aching knees, stubborn back, and occasional battle with remembering why he walked into a room. Then he discovers an impossibly exclusive wellness retreat hidden deep in the mountains, where the rules are strict, the security is unsettling, and one secluded lake promises something money shouldn’t be able to buy. He’s spent plenty on ridiculous things before, but this may be the first luxury experience that actually delivers the impossible.

Something is wrong with her body. The burning beneath her skin won’t stop. Her teeth ache, her nails hurt, headaches come without warning, and every round of medical tests brings more questions than answers. Desperate for relief, she retreats to a quiet cabin beside a remote mountain lake, hoping rest and solitude might help. But as the moon grows full and a mysterious stranger appears with a cryptic promise, she begins to wonder if what she has been calling an illness might be something else entirely.