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Down a lonely alleyway, under a starless sky, lies a city that never was, yet is: the Mad City, where nightmares walk the streets, and a good night's sleep can get you killed. Here, then, is a book from that place.Within these recovered pages are the tales of the Awake, insomniacs who've walked those perilous streets, bringing a bit of the power of dream with them to fight back the night - always at a terrible cost. For many, it will not end well. For a few, they might just become heroes - or at least find their way back home. For you, a choice. Turn away. Don't read this book. And maybe you'll continue to rest easy. Or open the cover and enter a world unlike any you've ever dared to imagine Don't Read This Book introduces 13 forbidden tales from the Mad City and the world of the Don't Rest Your Head RPG.… (meer)
Loman was so tired he couldn't remember his first name. (Don't Forget Your Kids)
Unlike the sax, the trombone blasts its way onto the scene, sliding like a triumphant runner into third base, giving the rest of the band a neener-neener as it brushes itself off and accepts the accolades of the crowd. (Don't Toot Your Horn)
I'm not a bad mother. (Don't Lose Your Son)
I'm at a diner hovering over another cup of burnt coffee and a pile of slimy pancakes covered in syrup. (Don't Ignore Your Dead)
She heard the gears lock into place. (Don't Leave Your Love)
I'm at a place called "Now 'N Percolator". (Don't Harsh Your Buzz)
Ever since rock critic Neil Worrell learned the secret of not going to sleep anymore he's spontaneously invented a new invisible punctuation mark (Don't Lose Your Shit)
Sergeant Patrick Fogarty looked at the blood that sstill dripped from the ceiling, the chunks of flesh discarded on the floor, and the sculpture of organs and intestines on the dining room table. (Don't Bleach Your Memories)
As soon as Owen Keller saw the sneaker, he should have known. (Don't Chew Your Food)
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Down a lonely alleyway, under a starless sky, lies a city that never was, yet is: the Mad City, where nightmares walk the streets, and a good night's sleep can get you killed. Here, then, is a book from that place.Within these recovered pages are the tales of the Awake, insomniacs who've walked those perilous streets, bringing a bit of the power of dream with them to fight back the night - always at a terrible cost. For many, it will not end well. For a few, they might just become heroes - or at least find their way back home. For you, a choice. Turn away. Don't read this book. And maybe you'll continue to rest easy. Or open the cover and enter a world unlike any you've ever dared to imagine Don't Read This Book introduces 13 forbidden tales from the Mad City and the world of the Don't Rest Your Head RPG.
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