“An incredibly gifted new author.”
–David Lynch
“Sometimes I forget what’s real around this place and what isn’t. I admit it. The thing is, I’ve lived a lot of lives over my short time in this world.”

And something lunged out of the crackling blue gel and grabbed her wrist. It yanked her back toward the static wall from where it came. It was the shape of a human hand, but more like the gray fractal image of a hand, what you’d see if you stared at a Magic Eye picture for long enough. And its contact with Paige’s skin gave off a feedback screech. It was fixing to drag her back through, or kill her trying.