Join me as I continue my examination of one of my biggest influences as a writer, Neil Gaiman’s The Sandman, with volumes four to seven, forming the saga’s second act.
Daniel always knew his family was different from others, it wasn’t just the ghost of a long dead woman haunting them. Or the political games his family played.
It was the family gift, known but rarely spoken of. To kill or hunt with just a murmured word and touch.
He tried to stay far enough away from that as he could, while remaining close enough to protect his brother.
Until his father killed a man for some insignificant slight.
He fled rather than continue playing the game he had been taught since childhood. Only to find himself in the arms of a Calais, Marine teacher.