I've really enjoyed all of C. J. Brightley's writing so far, so I was delighted to be offered the chance to read this in advance of publication. The Lord of Dreams did not disappoint. It drew me in from the very beginning, and kept me involved to the very end. In form and inspiration this book owes a lot to Lewis Carroll, and to all those traditional stories of faerie, rather than to the newer traditions of fae who are mostly just humans plus a lot of power. These faeries inhabit a dreamscape, where symbol and intent trump physics, and time is anything but linear. Trusting your senses is a bad idea -- but what other option is there? Especially when emotions can be manipulated just as easily ... Brightley's characters are beautifully drawn, her plotting (while deliberately confusing to the reader) is deftly handled, and her writing is clear. It has not quite the whimsy of Carroll, or the rich texture of Rothfuss, but there are moments of poetry, and mercifully, there are no failures of grammar or vocabulary, which happen all too often in otherwise good books these days.