http://sarahlitarose.livejournal.com/132871.html

Also, here’s an invite to a simple game:

http://suzannefrancis.wordpress.com/2008/02/21/six-word-memoir/

I was going for the general idea that death never lets you rest, or at least, Liseli’s idea of a terrible death is never resting, always running, so in her nightmare of being dead she’s constantly being pushed, pulled, and chased from one death to another.

You really caught a flow that just . . . tugs the reader along.  You write amazing dreams.

I love these lines:

She feasted on the maze that was the spider, and then she was the spider, and she was washed down a drain, never, never, never to be seen from again

and

And then she was not a girl, but a rock, and Liseli was kneeling by that rock in the midst of a field of boulders in the gray night. 

The imagery is amazing.