Chapter 48“Am I dead?" said Mavis as she reached out and put her hand through the altar.
"Not dead," said Stanza. "And it's temporary. It'll wear off in a few hours."
Mavis shoved her arm through a wall up to her elbow. "Tell me I'm not a ghost."
"More like a soul," said Stanza. "A disembodied consciousness."
"I knew I shouldn't've eaten that mold," said Mavis.
Please God, don't let me be dead.
Even as Mavis prayed, she knew in her heart she hadn't died. She knew because her vision of the future had not come true yet, the vision she'd seen while drowning after escaping Lyonesse.
The vision in which she'd seen herself as a vampire.
Now there's a comforting thought. I know I'm not dead because I haven't become a bloodsucking creature of the night yet.
"We're still in Herculane
