nijinskys:“Oh, bless my little black soul, Mister Vandemar, do you see what I see?” The voice was so
nijinskys:“Oh, bless my little black soul, Mister Vandemar, do you see what I see?” The voice was soft, close: they must have been nearer to her than she had imagined. “I spy, with my little eye, something that’s going to be—”“Dead in a minute, Mister Croup,” said the flat voice, from above her.“Our principal will be delighted.”And the girl pulled whatever she could find deep inside her soul, from all the pain, and the hurt, and the fear. She was spent, burnt out, and utterly exhausted. She had nowhere to go, no power left, no time. “If it’s the last door I open,” she prayed, silently, to the Temple, to the Arch. “Somewhere … anywhere … safe … ” and then she thought, wildly, “Somebody.”Reading Neverwhere, I was struck by some of the similarities it shared with films like Spirited Away and Howl’s Moving Castle. Thought it would be a fun exercise to reimagine @neil-gaiman‘s characters by way of Studio Ghibli, so here’s Door facing down my favourite gruesome twosome, Messrs. Croup and Vandemar -- source link