The Lustland Adventure [updated] Review

Elara found the door on a Tuesday, behind a rack of discounted spices in a failing market. The wood was black oak, warped with moisture, and it opened onto a meadow where the grass grew in shades of lavender and copper. A warm wind carried the smell of honey and rust.

"I'll take it," she whispered.

She woke on the floor of the failing market, face pressed against cold linoleum, a jar of cumin digging into her hip. The door was gone. But in her pocket, she found a single violet blade of grass. the lustland adventure