Morrigan’s sleep is plagued with horrors. Afraid the vivid nightmares of her sleeping life will drive her insane, she sticks to a routine that comforts her until one day, she decides to change it. Through a series of traumas and encounters that claw at the seams of sanity, Morrigan finds herself confronting reality and it is not what she expected. Journey through Morrigan’s nightmares as they seep into her waking world and threaten to destroy the only peace she has ever experienced.
It doesn't take long for the book to get right into the grit of it. That was how I intended it to be. This is from the beginning of the second chapter. Here, Morrigan is walking into a dream, which is always sort of nightmarish for her. She is seeing it through the same foggy haze and limited sight lines through which we all see dreams. I wanted to convey the dream as if it were alive, trying to keep her with it for as long as possible. I think that comes through in this passage and many others in the book.
Book Excerpt
Morrigan's Shadows
That is the only comparison Morrigan's musing mind can make. Thin, many branched trees of polished onyx as far as she can see in any direction, which is not far. All dreams are limited this way. Like the sides of a snow globe, nightmarish landscapes in the sleeping world can only meander so far before poking at the edges of reality and recoiling from the prospect of spreading too far. The cold, hard edges of the globe remind the landscape that waking the dreamer trapped within will mean its demise, possibly forever. The trees huddle well within their boundaries.
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