Chapter 87 Life's Fire, Death's Night

• Alinta gasped for air as she found herself in a strange room. Everything glimmered in shades of gold, orange and crimson. Heat pressed against her skin, yet she embraced it, stretching lazily across a large, glittering orange pillow. She remembered what had happened, and yet she did not care. This peace, this serenity was exactly what she needed.
• She knew this was not her body but her spirit. The realisation that she was dead settled over her like dusk. It saddened her that she might never see Orion again, and yet there was a quiet calm in the knowing.
• If this is the afterworld, then surely I will find Angela… Mother… Oscar… or even my little one Draven took from me... Her heart raced at the thought. She rose from her cosy place with sudden haste and made her way out of the chamber.