---DREAM, Brief Lives
This Volume introduces Morpheus, Lord of Dreams, as he breaks free of the prison a mortal magician has placed him in. This edition goes on to chronicle Dreams efforts to regain his kingdom
The Doll's House
This edition expands the sandman mythos and introduces his older sister Death.
Dream County
This edtion focuses primarily on the dreams of mortals. The highlight is Gaiman's interpretation of Shakespeare's Midsummer's Night Dream.
A Game Of You
In a far off place called the Land, dreams come true....and so do nightmares.
A Season Of Mists
Dream journeys to hell to redeem the soul of a past lover. Things become further complicated when Lucifer, tied of the responsibility, gives the kingdom of hell to Dream.
Breif Lives
Dream and his younger sister, Delerium, Search forr the long lost brother Destruction, who like Lucifer left his kingdom without finding a replacement.
Fables & Reflections
A collection of short stories as told by Augustus Ceasar, Marco Polo and others.
World's End
Travelers from myths, dreams, different mortal eras take shelter from a "reality" storm in a mysterious tavern. While gathered together they share their stories in a manner reminiscent to Canterbury Tales.
The Kindly Ones
The Lord Dream kills his son and must face the harsh justice of the Furies/Kindly Ones.
The Wake
The final Volume of the Sandman series in which the Dream King is mourned and a new Sandman arises.
It is unlikely that any portrait will ever do Desire justice, since to see her (or him) is to love him (or her), passionately, painfully, and to the exclusion of all else. Desire smiles in brief flashes, like sunlight glinting from a knife-edge. Desire has skin as pale as smoke, and eyes tawny and sharp. Desire is everything you have ever wanted. Whoever you are. Whatever you are. Everything.
Despair
Despair, Desire's sister and twin. It is said that scattered through Despair's domain are a many tiny windows, hanging in the void. Each window looks out on a different scene, being, in our world, a mirror. Sometimes you will look into a mirror and feel the eyes of Despair upon you, feel her hook catch and snag upon your heart. Her skin is cold, and clammy; her eyes are the colour of a grey sky, her voice is little more than a whisper, and while she has no odour, her shadow smells musky and pungent.
Delirium
Delirium is the youngest of the Endless. She smells of sweat, sour wines, late nights, and leather. Her realm is close, and can be visited; however, human minds were not made to comprehend her domain. Her appearance is the most variable of all the Endless, who, at best, are ideas cloaked in the semblance of flesh. She has a tendency to turn into butterflies or goldfish every now and then. Delirium was once Delight, but that was long ago even as the Endless reckon, and only Delirium herself knows why she changed. Through her mismatched eyes, one green and one blue, she sees the world in her own unique way.
Death
Death accompanies each mortal twice in life. At birth, she speaks to them, but since no one remembers what she says, it is not known why. When they die, she guides them to what lies beyond their mortal years. One day in every century, Death takes on mortal flesh, to better comprehend what the lives she takes must feel like, to taste the bitter tang of mortality: this is the price she must pay for being the divider of the living from all that has gone before and all that must come after.
Destiny
Destiny is the oldest of the Endless; in the Beginning was the Word, and it was traced by his hand on the first page of his book, before ever it was spoken aloud. There are some who believe him to be blind; whilst others claim that he can do nothing but see: that he sees the fine traceries the galaxies make as they spiral through the void, that he watches the intricate patterns living things make on their journey through time.
Destruction
Approximately 300 years ago, Destruction abandoned his realm., and he can no longer be reached.He is not dead.He simply choose not to be responsible for destruction and all other facets of his domain anymore. There is still destruction and change, it is just no longercontrolled.Destruction can no longer be reached, but should you ever you meet a tall, red-haired man, carrying a knapsack, you might want to offer him some bread and cheese. He tells good stories.
