Last time we talked, Eoin, a man who lives mostly in dreams, was summoned by the Ambassador of Many-Paws, Queen of All Cats, to attend her and help in the search for her missing daughter. Eoin reluctantly agreed, so off he goes.
I kicked through my room, looking for order in the ephemera of my life. My world’s viscera of clothing, books, and cutlery, was scattered like corpses after a flood. No, that’s rude to viscera and corpses both. I lived in a state of emergency, a refugee camp of one squashed into a room thirty feet square.