Dreamtales Comics Guide

He didn’t fall asleep. He was ripped out of his body and dropped into a place that had no sky, no ground, only a ceaseless, grey drizzle falling on an infinite field of cracked asphalt. The air smelled of ozone and old tears.

She clicked the locket shut. “And this…” dreamtales comics

“Ah,” the Ringmaster said, its voice the rustle of dead leaves. “A volunteer. Not a borrower. A reader . And such a lively, un-lived soul. Perfect for the main attraction.” He didn’t fall asleep

The air in Professor Eldridge’s antique shop smelled of old paper, beeswax, and secrets. Dust motes danced in the single beam of afternoon light slicing through the grimy window. For Leo, it was the best-smelling place on Earth. only a ceaseless