“Growing up, his parents had written off his dreams as simply an effect of his reading too many novels, disappearing for hours – sometimes days – into fictional and fantastical worlds. In his youth, he’d seen dreams as a sign of his sensitivity to the other, that aspect of the world most people couldn’t see – the one even Ned couldn’t see – but that he believed in, fervently, determinedly, doggedly, right up until the day he met Kell and learned for certain that the other was real.”
