Jorja felt great after her session with the crew from physical therapy. She’d never been one for acting, but if Cat could have seen her, she’d have offered her the Academy Award for “Best Performance by a Previously Dead Person in a Reincarnated Body.” Jorja chuckled at the thought...

Stop thinking about all that is wrong, and focus on what is right. It’s there that you’ll step out of the crazy, rise out of the rabbit hole, and start living again.

Girls, you listen to every word your mamma is saying, cause the only way you’ll ever get a better piece of chicken is if you’re a rooster.

Funny how things have turned out, huh, Jorja. Your mother is the ‘demon’ and your lover is the nurturer,” Jorja commented into the air.

The underworld was made up of many different regions. Each area was its own private sector and not everyone who resided here was malevolent. Some beings here were virtuous, while others had yet to decide what they were – their fates having yet to be decided. Not all dark creatures were evil, just as not all light creatures were moral. Corbin and Quentin were the epitome of that dichotomy.

I woke in his arms and I knew I’d never be happier than I was in this moment. I watched his chest rise and fall as he slept peacefully next to me. As I relished in this tranquility, the sight of his body stirred me once again. My heart was attached and I knew I was ruined. It was a lesson I knew all too well, when you love, you hurt... they were two sides of the same coin.

Cat knew she’d arrived in Gaia’s realm once she saw the Tree of Life, the foundation for all that was above and below... The Tree of Life, no matter what religion one embraced, was a symbol of consanguinity. It was the universal representation of all that exists. Its network of connections matched that of a forest of aspen trees. Everything was interconnected and all of the roots led back to one source – the creators of all life.

All I could think of was the phrase my dad’s father used to say to him when I was a kid, “Don’t let your alligator mouth overload your hummingbird ass,” and I think I’d done just that.

The journey home to Scotland had been long and arduous, but I had made it. I was home, well not technically, but certainly the place where my soul sang.

I fell into the water with a large splash and sunk like a stone. My feet guided the way as I drifted further into the murky depths. Down. Down. Down.