Excerpt: Dreamwalkers

Outside the car, the world hadn't settled any. Traffic was still in slow motion, drivers and passengers hoping to catch a peek at the accident so they could later say "thank god it wasn't me" to friends and family. Within the store, Amanda could see the power had been shut down, dim but functional emergency lights flared to life and cast dim, rippling streams of light over fallen jewels and cascades of glass. She could see a few fallen bodies, but the panic seemed to have died with the lights- perhaps it made it easier not to be able to see the carnage clearly.
In between the two, a crowd was gathering, thoroughly a group of what they call bystanders, none of them make any move to help, either the victims in the car or those in the store. She saw one suit-clad man pacing along the detritus and checking his watch seemingly on the minute, as if angry that this human tragedy was interfering with his busy schedule. Amanda suddenly wished she had her dragon. She could almost imagine the giant red cloud unfurling from the deepening darkness overhead and swooping down, snatching the suit up, making him terminally late for whatever had him in such a hurry.