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.
