RE: In The Dreaming: Chapter Twenty "The Faith of a Child" (Fantasy Y/A Novel)
Okay, you are going to think this thought of mine is a little crass - kuckily your other readers have moved on.
As I was reading, I had the thought, I wish the story had more 'strangeness' to their dream world. Then the next thought came by itself, 'it is a little bit like reading about two people who have met on a chat site where the moderators disconnect them if they try to give personal information.'
So, she better not let the 'moderators' know that she lives close to where he is going.
Hmmm...if he gets a thing going with Sophia (a pity she is not an Italian) and she finds out about him meeting Aliyah while he is sleeping next to her...wouldn't it be abnormal of her not to get jealous (especially if she were an Italian)?
As for your comment about your beliefs having changed, the question is, so what? Are you only willing to examine beliefs you believe in? What if their dreamworld is a gift to them from the faeries...and they have their own beliefs? Would you refuse to gives us some info about their god or goddess?
Me...I've spent a lifetime being contrary by telling everyone I believe in the gods of Ancient Greece. The idea of gods having fun with humans (sex), getting jealous and so on, it makes them feel more likeable.
Oops, sorry, that was the 'wrong' me. His only purpose of existence is for making my dream come true, 'he' is not supposed to 'chat'
I agree with you that there should be more of a strangeness, so no I don't think that's too crass, besides I have thick skin, I can take criticism, especially if it's constructive;)
Feel free to be any 'me' you wish here :)
What you said, it gave birth to a silly short story. Here it is:
Emrxist stared down at me with a puzzled look. "Why would you want to go there?"
I did not know how it was that he stood by me, why he was with me. But then, it was not something chosen by I, but by him - and who understands wizards? I'm told even wizards do not.
"I don't know, it's just natural to want to go home."
"You are certain you want to go home?"
"Yes."
"If you wish, fine, then let us go."
"What? Er, I mean, which home is fine with you, yours or mine?"
"Home. I said home, since you wish it. Let us go!"
With that he walked off in the wrong direction. He did not turn around to see whether I am following, so I turned towards home and walked off.
So, it was like a thousand years later (okay, fine, maybe more like ten - or should it be, less like ten?) I learnt that the wizards have created a place called Home. It is something I do not understand about wizards, why do they always alter rules? Is it because they live in a different world? To me, home is not a place, it is something which nestles in hearts. That is all.
Still, I hope I meet another wizard before I die; being with one creates a feeling of otherworldliness, of being touched by strangeness and it can fill the mind with the sparkling energy of life.