By Neil Gaiman
In the deft fingers of Neil Gaiman, magic isn't any mere phantasm . . . and whatever is feasible. In Smoke and Mirrors, Gaiman's mind's eye and ultimate artistry remodel an earthly global right into a position of bad wonders—where an outdated girl should purchase the Holy Grail at a thrift shop, the place assassins put it on the market their companies within the telephone book less than "Pest Control," and the place a anxious younger boy needs to barter for his existence with a mean-spirited troll dwelling underneath a bridge through the railroad tracks. discover a brand new fact, obscured by way of smoke and darkness but brilliantly tangible, during this outstanding selection of brief works via a grasp prestidigitator. it's going to dazzle your senses, contact your center, and hang-out your dreams.
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