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[nny]

In the mental image I just had (ridiculously clear and inexplicable), the insides of my brain were cavernous and pearlescent grey, arched and whorled and full of echoes. The floor was hard and cold and faintly shiny - it was like being inside an ammonite shell. There was just so much space and I couldn't see where things were put - it explains why sometimes the perfect quote is just to hand and at other times people's names go.

I wanted to know if God lived there.

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[batyatoon]

...wow.

It's Navidson's second dream!

[skygiants]

*thoughtful* It reminds me of Hexwood. Except prettier.

(Have you read? Because if not, it's so close it's a little creepy.)

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Sorry, I really haven't. What is it?

[skygiants]

Is lovely Diana Wynne Jones book! With tormented assassins and personified archetypes and the planned best all-time football team with King Arthur in goal, Julius Caesar for striker and Napoleon midfield and all sorts of fun things. However, I will type out salient excerpt:

Ann kept having dreams where she ran away across a vast grassy park, scarcely able to move her legs for terror of the Something that stalked behind. Or worse dreams, where she was shut in a labyrinth made of mother-of-pearl - in those dreams she thought she was trapped in her own eardrum - and the pearl walls gave rainbow reflections of the same Something softly sliding after her. The worst of this dream was that Ann was terrified of the Something catching her, but equally terrified in case the Something missed her in the curving maze. There was blood on the pearly floor of her eardrum.