Nothing lasts forever. Even for a queen.
White picket fence?
Not for me.
I need to be amongst them.
The lights. The crowd.
My place is here. Where I can feel eight million hearts pounding.
The alternative is to be alone with my thoughts.
My name is Anne, and everyone I have ever known is dead.
This Lady Dreamscapes novella leans into the literary fiction and magical realism strands of the series’ DNA. A mother and daughter, no longer separated by 486 years, struggle to connect in the modern world. Road trips! Ghosts?
...and a centuries-old, forgotten power paves the way.
Continuity note:
This story takes place during the last chapter of London Calling. So please read that first. Or not. But I did warn you.
