In the beginning, there was nothing that dreamed. And from the first dream, the Sandman was born.
For eons, the Sandman has walked through sleeping minds, planting dreams they can never keep, giving hope they can never hold. They have been alone longer than memory?until a whisper calls them through a door they should never have opened.
In the kingdom of Valentine's Day, the Witch Elowen waits. Born from the first unrequited love, she has spent seven hundred years sustaining the world's capacity for connection, drinking the overflow of human devotion. But the world is forgetting how to love, and she is starving.
When the Sandman enters her realm, they fall under her spell?a spell woven not from malice, but from desperate loneliness. But true love cannot be taken. It can only be given.
As a grey nothing spreads across the dreaming world, consuming color, hope, and meaning itself, two ancient beings must make an impossible choice: remain safely alone, or sacrifice everything for the chance at something real.
A dark fairy tale about the cost of connection, the weight of loneliness, and the terrifying, beautiful choice to love anyway.
For readers who love lonely immortals, lush mythic prose, and bittersweet endings that linger long after the last page.
