Every inch of Iatee’s body pressed against something soft and fuzzy. He tried to wiggle but his limbs didn’t obey. That could mean only one thing, the gods had not been satisfied with the progress he’d made in his last life and he was once again inanimate. Whatever type of container his new body was stuffed into lifted off the ground, causing him to shift but not enough to enable him to see. Footsteps plodded on something hard, transporting him somewhere.
“You. What’s your name?”
There was no sound but Iatee heard the question. Another spirit was here. He’d encountered others like him several times in the years of his imprisonment but not in a long, long time. “I am Iatee. Who are you?”
“Nongulous. How long have you been a prisoner?”
“Forever.” At least, it felt like that.
“Forever? N
