Title: The Sandman: World's End.
Author: Neil Gaiman.
Artist: Dave McKean, Alec Stevens, Mark Buckingham, John Watkiss, Dick Giordano, Mike Allred, Vince Locke, Steve Leialoha, Tony Harris, Bryan Talbot, Michael Zulli, Shea Anton Pensa, and Gary Amano.
Genre: Fantasy, fiction, graphic novels, literature, mythology, short stories, adventure.
Publication Date: July–December, 1993.
Summary: Improbably caught in a June blizzard, two wayward compatriots stumble upon a mysterious inn and learn that they are in the middle of a "reality storm." Now surrounded by a menagerie of people and creatures from different times and realities, the two stranded travelers are entertained by mesmerizing myths of infamous sea creatures, dreaming cities, ancient kings, astonishing funeral rituals and moralistic hangmen.
My rating: 8.5/10.
♥ We of faerie are of the wild magic. We are not creatures of spells and grimoires. We are spells, and we are written of in grimoires.
There are the glamours, that we all control, to some degree or another: we can stand in a crowd and never be noticed; we can make you love us till your heart gives out. All the mirror games we play... The fair folk are creatures of glamour, after all.
There are darker currents that run beneath the surface, like the wild wind storming across the heathland or the flash of lightning on a clear summer's night, and these are not predictable things. For example: sometimes we will say true things. And these things we say are neither glamour nor magic, neither prediction nor curse: but sometimes what we say is true. And even if you're a tremendous liar, like myself, well, it's even true for me.
♥ "Given time, you'll spin a yarn of what we saw in the ocean. Given time I'll tell the tale of the handsome cabin boy. But given enough time and the right audience, the darkest of secrets scum over into mere curiosities."
♥ "No. I do not know if Scroyle's telling has any truth in it or not. Nor does it matter. The tales we tell for the dead are not told to teach us."
♥ She was a wise woman. She told us that what we do is not for the dead. Death is not about the disposal of the client.
"What do the dead care what happens to them? Eh? They're dead. All the trappings of death are for the living. It is the final reconciliation. The last farewell."
♥ "I must to Fäerie: I must report unto my Queen each thing I've seen and heard. I am the most unhappy soul alive."
"I'd heard it said that fairies have no souls."
"Then do I ache, and bleed, and smart, elsewhere; still, call it soul for it is solely mine."