Book3:WereMyDreamIs
nedandmadeswiftlyforthepcewhereDimitrihadcalledherfrom.ItflewfromtheremoteandfarawayKingdomofanotherdimensionoftime,leapinghurriedlypastthetimebarrierandreachedthemundaneworld. Theairaroundthedesertedwarehousewasdisturbedbyagustygaleraisedbymightywings,sendingcurrentsflurryingandwhirling.Abigbckbirdflewpast.Itturnedaround,closedherwings,somersaultedintheairanddroppeddownswiftly.Asitreachedtheground,itturohumanform.Yes,itwasMedusawhomwehaven’tseenforalongtime.ShehadcoveredhersnakehairwitharedbandanaanddonnedabckT-Shirtthesamecolorasherskin,bluejeansandapairofwhitetennisshoes.Shewastalndathletic-lookingseemingtohaveinfinitereserveofenergyandpower.LittleMaureenhidinDimitri’sarmsandlookeddu