The sand stretched out gray and ghostlike and illuminated, a column of light leading forward. It was like something a dead person would see, a tunnel leading toward heaven.

Far, far away something made a single ghostly howl, like a banshee in the dark.

How would she find her herd? How would she find you?

The sand stretched out gray and ghostlike and illuminated, a column of light leading forward. It was like something a dead person would see, a tunnel leading toward heaven.

When the darkness gets easier, you know you're sinking deeper, becoming dead yourself.

I could hear you, talking to the daffodils and tulips, whispering to the fairies that lived inside their petals. Each separate flower had a different family inside it.

You saw me before I saw you. You had that look in your eyes, as if you wanted something. Wanted it for a long time.