Excerpt || Cinnamon Gate Orb Speculative Fiction Magazine, Sarah Endacott publisher, Sarah Endacott ed., 2004
Honourable Mention Years Best Fantasy & Horror 18, Kelly Link, Gavin Grant & Ellen Datlow eds., 2005
Recommended Reading List, The Year's Best Australian SF & Fantasy #1, Bill Congreve & Michelle Marquardt eds., 2005
Reprinted online at Anna Tambour's Virtuous Medlar Circle. Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
- Kahlil Gibran
The Sandman had come to hate the night.
Dark, always dark, the twisted matte of blacks and purples pressing in. Pressing down. And in these final hours before night gave way, apparently, to day (though he hadn't seen daylight for thousands of years), the sickly, milky grey of pre-dawn washed all nuance away. Gave to each shadow a gritty, ashen sameness. He stood on the roof of an apartment block and watched as, twelve stories below, a shadow slid along the street. It danced and wove in streetlight. It stretched to look like a finger, accusing. Or perhaps beckoning. In its wake it dragged a man. Worse and worse, the Sandman thought. He liked men least of all.
Read the full story on Anna Tambour's Virtuous Medlars pages.
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