Of Zombies and Faeries
I spent some time over the weekend drowning myself in faerie - again.
I’ve been having very strange dreams as a result of reading more of Neal Gaiman’s infuriating collection of short stories, Fragile Things. What’s so maddening? They all end improperly. They’re all perplexingly curiosity-inducing, and then yank the rug out from under you just as you round the corner to the end.