"Fear is a bird that refuses to fly, and each time she neglects to use her wings, she consents to the slow death of her destiny." Dreaming is all about forgetting reality. For me, crazy begins when I fall asleep. Ever since I was eight years-old, my dreams started coming true. I don't mean dreams about happy-ever-afters or next week's lottery numbers. They're about death. Haven Hills was just a small town with weird weather changes. It was supposed to be a fresh start... But I'm starting to think it might be my end. Cameron and Phillip Leale shouldn't be allowed to walk the streets without paper bags over their heads. They're criminally handsome. Only from the very first second, Cameron hated me. He does everything to keep me away from him. From his twin. Something I don't understand tells me to run. Stay away from them. From the boy in my dream. But the closer I get to their secret, the closer I am to knowing what I am. And nothing will keep me away. Not even death.