"Well, this is a mess, isn"t it?"
My grandmother"s voice floated through the liquid that encased me, but she didn"t sound like she was underwater.
I opened my eyes to the ceiling of a grotto. Luminescent green vines twined overhead and dripped with thick leaves and glowing blue, purple, and pink flowers. I reached out my arms to find the edges of a basin…or something.
Then my brain recalled the legend of what happened to the Queens of Faerie when they went into their long sleep. Rather than being in some sort of stasis, their spirits went to The Grotto of the Dead to wait until it was time for them to be born again.
"Am I dead?" I asked. It seemed a logical question. I could feel my surroundings, but I couldn"t feel, well, me. No internal sensations. No feelings. Blessed numbness at th
