"Adam McOmber could be describing Fantasy Kit as a whole with these lines: "This is my house. The one I've been telling you about...You think: I know that house...But I can assure you you're wrong about that. You've never seen my house." In reading Fantasy Kit, I felt like a visitor to a strange theme park constructed of smoke and clay, lust and the uncanny, wickedness and tenderness. Here readers are ushered into mazes and caverns, paradises...
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