Weaver

He walked out of my dream, identifying himself only as the Weaver. In a black cloak, with eyes like stars, there was a shimmer to the way he moved. He was beautiful . Ethereal. And I was going to make him mine.****Alone for most of her life, Milly is determined to make the man of her dreams a reality. Using her hereditary magic, she sets out on a lifelong quest, entering a world of shadows and secrets.
Little does she know, to possess his heart, she'll have to give away her own . for the only way to love a Dream Weaver is to become his Queen of Nightmares.****The choice between love and magic is a dangerous thing.