There are ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉˢ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ which blur and fuzz when your attention strays toward them—places which can only be seen out of the corner of your eye. They are everywhere around us: lurking behind the door-left-ajar, shifting in the dimly-lit mirror, phasing in and out of both dream and memory. These interstitial domains are what we call ‘ʟɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ sᴘᴀᴄᴇs,’ ecotones of dread and persistent unease between reality and an undefined beyond.
In between doorways, seventeen authors explore this hazy middle-ground with tales of transient neverwheres, choosing to fix with their most confident gaze that which evades definition. Here you will find hallways and stairwells that go on forever; portals that invite and trap in equal measure; airports where no plane will ever land; memories distorted by nostalgia’s eerie poison; and, above all, an increasing sense that everything as you know it is 𝚌o𝚖i𝚗g u𝚗d𝚘n𝚎 in spectral threads all around you . . .
Cross the threshold between doorways, and enter into [ ]
Cross the threshold between doorways with these tales of transient neverwheres and—
Cross the threshold between doorways, but beware [ ]
Enter between doorways, and cross the threshold into a transient neverwhere
There are ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉˢ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ which blur and fuzz when your attention strays toward them—places which can only be seen out of the corner of your eye. They are everywhere around us: lurking behind the door-left-ajar, shifting in the dimly-lit mirror, phasing in and out of both dream and memory. These interstitial domains are what we call ‘ʟɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ sᴘᴀᴄᴇs,’ ecotones of dread and persistent unease between reality and an undefined beyond.
In between doorways, seventeen authors explore this hazy middle-ground with tales of transient neverwheres, choosing to fix with their most confident gaze that which evades definition. Here you will find hallways and stairwells that go on forever; portals that invite and trap in equal measure; airports where no plane will ever land; memories distorted by nostalgia’s eerie poison; and, above all, an increasing sense that everything as you know it is 𝚌o𝚖i𝚗g u𝚗d𝚘n𝚎 in spectral threads all around you . . .
Cross the threshold between doorways, and enter into [ ]
Cross the threshold between doorways with these tales of transient neverwheres and—
Cross the threshold between doorways, but beware [ ]
Enter between doorways, and cross the threshold into a transient neverwhere