CHAPTER NINE
I’ve been to the spirit world enough that you probably thought you knew what I was going to say: orange twilight sky covered in wailing, blistering phantoms, golden souls floating everywhere, and a barren landscape covered in rocks, grass, and mist.
That was not what I found this time.
I expected a blast of sulfuric air to hit my nostrils, but the scent that hit me was clean, and only a little stale.
I expected my feet to land on hard, craggy rocks; instead, I sank into moist dirt that pooled around my ankles like muddy soup.
I expected the sound of wailing phantoms who exploded like fireworks, but all was quiet; so quiet, I could have sworn I heard the dead swimming in their lakes and a lich sharpening a sword somewhere.
This wasn’t the spirit world I knew. The place I
