Vivid and creative. Unfortunately, it fell a little flat. The dreamscape was not a place I wanted to escape to; it was colourless, depressing, and often disgusting. I like when fantasy has a hard, dark edge, but this was, well... Gooey. Literally. Slimy, elastic mozzarella cheese goo everywhere. ...
Even Melanie’s Life had no powers to bring light into the unspace. That there was something upon which to place their feet, upon which to walk, seemed miraculous, and each foot raised was a surge of despair, each step placed a gasp of relief. Melanie looked back, once, just as the elevator doors ...