You die in the middle of your life.
I've gotten really hot since you went blind.
I believe humans have souls, and I believe in the conservation of souls.
Neither novels or their readers benefit from any attempts to divine whether any facts hide inside a story. Such efforts attack the very idea that made-up stories can matter, which is sort of the foundational assumption of our species.
She was up and down—from fire and brimstone to smoke and ashes.
She raised one leg and gave me all her weight as a I dipped her. She either trusted me or wanted to fall.