Nearly seventeen hours on the young adult shelf signals ambition. This is not a slim coming-of-age story to be got through over a weekend; it is a full immersion, the kind of work that expects to occupy a reader for a fortnight and intends to reward them for staying.
K. D. Shade also reads Dreamteller, and that decision says something about how the work is held. Authors who narrate their own fiction are choosing to keep the voice in their own hands, cadence and all, which suits a title built on dreaming and telling: the sound of the storyteller becomes part of the story.
Our record here is the work and nothing more, and the work has been finding its readers happily enough without assistance from any publicity machine.