Chains of ServiceI fell through the door, and the first thing that greeted me was a blast of hot, dry, dusty air that seemed to hit my system like a baseball bat. Which was kind of weird since I didn’t even have a substantial body. And, therefore, shouldn’t be affected by things like heat or dry air.
A part of my mind started to whirl and figure out how that worked, but at the end of the day… Probably just Death ignoring all logic to do whatever he frickin’ liked, end of the story.
I shoved the thought aside to take a good look around – and my jaw dropped.
One thing’s for sure, I thought. I’m definitely not in London any longer. At least there weren’t any flying monkeys anywhere. But nevertheless, the scenery was impressive.
A crowded, exotically looking city stretched over dusty plai
