& Until The Dreams Come is a book that whispers and roars. It is on fire and it is drowning. It is a book that talks about the light and dark progressions of the journey in a relationship - how it starts, how it ends. This book tries to explain how hero and villain can easily be one person; it tries to illustrate how a fragile thing becomes weapon when it breaks. It spins stories of how the ghosts and monsters that we're most afraid of are the ones that live inside of us and it is not afraid to tell you explicitly of its daydreams at high noon and its nightmares on moonless midnights. "There is no gentle here," but oh how it longs to be tender, and oh how it yearns to be soft. It is a book that means nothing, until it means something, and suddenly it's everything; a book that has wandered far and wide for miles and years. This is a book that has loved and has survived to tell the tale.