So what happens when things are bleak? I mean really bleak. A vast, mind-boggingly immensity of bleak. Is there a point where the reader can become so distressed that they remember it’s only a story and they can put it down? I almost–almost–got that way reading The Veilonaut’s Dream. This story hit so hard that even though it is a first-person narration I had the thought that it was somehow snuff story.