A grin curls the edges of my mouth. I’m on the right track.
Before me, the circle of flame flares brighter, and then vanishes. The scene, once made of sand, is now flesh and blood.
I let out a low whistle. That’s pretty cool dreamscaping, Verus.
A ghoul rushes up the stairs to hike along at Mom’s side, his black robes swaying as he moves. “You’ll be late, Senator Lewis.” He stands less than six feet tall, which is super-short for a ghoul. Pulling back his hood, he reveals a bald head covered with light gray skin. As ghouls go, he’s pretty handsome with huge black eyes, a straight nose, and full mouth.
Mom turns to him, her face winding into a dazzling smile. “I won’t be late, Tim. And I’m not Senator Lewis yet.” Her chestnut hair falls in perfect waves over her shoulders; her eyes are
