“I’ll take your heart. We’ll need it later,” and she reached her hand deep inside his chest, and she pulled it out with something ruby and pulsing held between her sharp fingernails. It was the color of pigeon’s blood, and it was made of pure light. Rhythmically it expanded and contracted.
-Neil Gaiman, “American Gods”
“Wake her how?” asked the middle-sized dwarf, hand still clutching his rock, for he thought in essentials. “The usual method,” said the pot girl, and she blushed. “Or so the tales have it.” “Right,” said the tallest dwarf. “So, bowl of cold water poured on the face and a cry of ‘Wakey! Wakey!’?”
– Neil Gaiman, The Sleeper and the Spindle
Neil Gaiman’s collection “Trigger Warning” came out on February 3, 2015. Like “Fragile Things” 5 years prior, “Trigger Warning” is a medley of short pieces. Some of them are just a few pages long, others are longer. Some are poems. Some are fairy tales. One is a witness’ testimony during a police interview. Continue reading “Trigger Warning, a Book Review of Sorts, with References to Other Collections”