Welcome to the Dream Factory, a warm, cozy, and extremely lovely place where only the most visceral nightmares and pleasure-driven musings of its residents are mercilessly extracted and sold for the pure enjoyment of others.
Step cautiously as you explore the dimly lighted, extremely narrow, and virtually suffocating hallways as groans, screams, moans, and indefinable exclamations of unnamed perpetrators, innocent bystanders, and unlikely victims, escape from behind coffin lid doors, reach into the very depths of your soul, lace icy cold fingers around the heart of your sanity and begin to squeeze.
In this, the second tale from the mind of Mark Marcus, we are taken on a highly selective and undeniably insightful excursion into the unplumbed dark regions of the human psyche as it tears itself apart separating and exposing the raw untamed fury inside from the barely contained and seemingly unmarred and untouched flawlessly veneered outside.
This book will appeal to all those who have ever screamed themselves awake, in the midnight hour, only to discover that the true nightmare, from which there is no escape, has only just begun.
