Let us travel, then, deeper into the city of the night, the dream city, the city of the dolls …
… and deeper still if Iggy and Primavera – our pair of star-crossed, sleepwalking, sixteen-year-old strays – are to escape a nanobot army manifest as a million Jack the Rippers, wake up, and return to something passing for home.
Yes, let us travel deeper, deeper, into the belly of the doll, to a sepulchral crossroads, its sexton and a magic toyshop filled with pretty, morbid toys …
… where a doll and a doll-dependent boy will learn of conspiracies, and of the past, present, and future of … Dead Girls!
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