A good, but maybe little flat origin story. I know Mr. Gaiman's work by now to know that reading further will bring me headaches when I try to figure out what is going on and I cannot wait to continue. But this only gets a four out of five. He mentions in his afterword that he was trying to get the hang of the monthly issued comics writing and it is visible but from another angle, it is a nice start and easy start so you can get used to the worlds.
Edwardian occultist Roderick Burgess, Surrounded by his robed and doting crew, Imprisons one of several demiurges, But finds he’s bitten more than he can chew. The Lord of Dreams must wait for liberation, The world off-kilter, groping in its sleep. The tools with which he moulds imagination, In England, Mayhew, Hell, are buried deep. Defiant, dark, demanding is the Sandman; The lawless sleeping world is his domain. Each who stands against him is a damned man. He hungers to exert his strength again. The reader's hungry too, for tales unseen; The Sandman's sister nails it: peachy keen.
3.5 Some gorgeous, and I mean Gorgeous illustrations, and I love the Morpheus theme, as well as the quest narrative. However, the stories themselves read as too a.b.c, lacking tension and depth. I just wasn't that invested. I felt like each storyline wasn't substantial enough, it was almost over before it could begin, though I quite liked some of the ideas, like the journey to Hell.