Description
In the hallways of your mind there is a hotel with no name. For years, Naomi Hudson has been dreaming of this place: a labyrinthine, impossibly big hotel for wayward dreamers. She knows these hallways, the rooms, and their secrets better than anyone. She knows the fake people, and the body in the pool. She knows the road. Nothing ever changes, here. Until she launches a blog to discuss the hotel with no name, and attracts the attention of forces beyond even her knowledge: a secret society intent on gleaning everything they can from this place, and, worse, something ancient. Something vast. Something hungry. Don't open the door. NOTE: I exclusively use wattpad to dump my writing, I don't reply to comments here. I'm active on tumblr @ mothmusings (art blog) and mothmusic (main).
The Hotel with No Name: An Incomplete Guide
