New York City, 1938. Justice, mercy and reason are little more than dreams swept aside by the ebbing tide of the Great Depression. The glint of a gas mask, the brim of a hat, a billowing coat... a gloved hand on a trigger... a cloud that chokes off breath, burns the eyes and deadens consciousness. To the innocent, he is a dark, silent, disturbing apparition; to the guilty, he is nothing less than the worst nightmare they will ever face.
I am the Sandman. And none can escape my dark dreams.
The musings and goings on of a 23 year old aspiring detective and comic book nerd.
I mostly blog about:
DC comics,
The Sandman,
The Question,
Doctor Who,
Fedoras,
Harry Potter,
and random stuff I enjoy