Collectors

Y'know what's great about Sandman? Well, there are a bunch of things. But y'know what's great about Sandman?

Gaiman can chill you to the fucking bone. He can strike fear into the deepest part of your soul, the part that is simultaneously unconscious and conscious that it is unconscious. He can fuck with your logical mind and your childish, everyday fears, and that little primality left over from the animal side of the brain, and do it in a subtle way that's a thousand times more frightening than watching a teen getting hacked up with a chainsaw.

And then, without leaving the confines of the story, using the same characters and setting he'd been speaking of, he can comfort you. It's not a happy ending, but it's just a story. Nothing but a story. A bad dream. It's not real.

I'm on volume two and loving it. In that frightened way that one loves something that's far, far greater than him.