In the glittering, steam-driven high society of Waldron’s Gate, no one needs to dream.

Karl Gilmore spends his days caring for people with broken minds. The Dream Thief fulfills twisted fantasies.

The seductive lure of irresistible power threatens to destroy all they both hold dear.

A wildly imaginative tale of the seedy underbelly of the perfect Engine World city and beyond. An epic adventure of airships and monsters, love and heartbreak.

An excerpt from The Dream Thief:

Karl Gilmore thought he knew every way the human mind could break.

The first thing to interrupt the whirlwind of Karl’s thoughts was realizing Mrs. Labine had come in with the big group that started all of this.

The second was her fingers digging into his forearm.

Don’t miss it. Her voice was a high-pitched hiss; the repeated words so fast they ran together. Dontmissitdontmissitdontmissit.

Karl covered her hand with his own. He was sure she was drawing blood.

It’s okay, Mrs. Labine. What do you think I’m missing?

No one ever looks, no one ever sees, she whispered, her face twisted into a grimace, pale blue eyes narrowed. It’s the stealing that does it. Too much, too much, stealing too much. Stealing the night. Everything breaks.

Nothing like that can happen here, okay? he said. Everybody’s safe now. I won’t let anyone hurt you.

She pulled against her thick leather restraints, trying to reach him with her other hand. He wasn’t in any danger from her, but letting a new patient get too upset threw everyone into an uproar.

Nothing works when the thief is about. Nothing, nothing, nothing. Everything breaks, no matter what you do. Stealing my bloody sleep away after everything else. Don’t. Miss. It. Don’t miss it. Dontmissit…