3 Quotes by Julian Cheek

It is as if, he thought, the mist represents my life outside of here and now, and that anything else is still "out there", to be discovered, or not.

It was as if he knew this place, strange and mysterious though it was, was part of him, in some way. Part of his life. He no more questioned his disposition than he would question why he breathed.

A funny thing, dreams. Even when your brain is convinced that it was all just imagination, you still find yourself looking around, just in case a remnant of the dream has found its way into your world and is now resting behind a curtain ready to pounce when you least expect it.