No, said the man beside me, and he put a hand on my arm before I could move away.
The bright light was blinding, dazzling, and I was in a tunnel, light whizzing past me, the only sound the whoosh of space moving at a dizzying speed. Space Mountain, I thought, but this was no Disney ride.
It stopped as abruptly as it had begun, and I felt sick. I was disoriented and out of breath; I looked around me, trying to get my bearings.
The man still held my arm loosely, and I yanked it free, stumbling away from him. We were in the woods, in some sort of clearing at the base of a cliff, and it was already growing dark. The sick feeling in my stomach began to spread to the rest of my body.
I took a deep breath. Everything felt odd, as if this were a movie set. Things looked right, but everything seemed artificial, no smells, no sensation of touch. It was all illusion. It was wrong.
I wiggled my feet, then realized I was still barefoot. My hair hung down past my shoulders, which made no sense since I had short hair. I tugged at a strand, and saw that instead of its carefully streaked and striated color, it was brown again, the plain, ordinary brown Id spent a fortune trying to disguise, the same plain, ordinary brown as my eyes. My clothes were different as well, and the change wasnt for the better. Baggy, shapeless, colorless, they were as unprepossessing as a shroud.
I fought my way through the mists of confusionmy mind felt as if it were filled with cotton candy. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.
Dont struggle, the man beside me said in a remote voice. It only makes it worse. If youve lived a good life, you have nothing to be afraid of.
I looked at him in horror. Lightning split open the sky, followed by thunder that shook the earth. The solid rock face in front of us began to groan, a deep, rending sound that echoed to the heavens. It started to crack apart, and I remembered something from Christian theology about stones moving and Christ rising from the dead. The only problem was that I was Jewish, as my fundamentalist Christian mother had been for most of her life, and I was nonobservant at that. I didnt think rising from the dead
was what was going on here.
The bus, I said flatly. I got hit by the bus. Im dead, arent I?
Yes.
I controlled my instinctive flinch. Clearly he didnt believe in cushioning blows. And who does that make you? Mr. Jordan?
He looked blank, and I stared at him. Youre an angel, I clarified. One whos made a mistake. You know, like in the movie? I shouldnt be dead.
There is no mistake, he said, and took my arm again.
I sure as hell wasnt going quietly. Are you an angel? I demanded. He didnt feel like one. He felt like a man, a distinctly real man, and why the hell was I suddenly feeling alert, alive, aroused, when according to him I was dead?
His eyes were oblique, half-closed. Among other things.
Kicking him in the shin and running like hell seemed an excellent plan, but I was barefoot and my body wasnt feeling cooperative. As angry and desperate as I was, I still seemed to want him to touch me, even when I knew he had nothing good in mind. Angels didnt have sex, did they? They didnt even have sexual organs, according to the movie Dogma. I found myself glancing at his crotch, then quickly pulled my gaze away. What the hell was I doing checking out an angels package when I was about to die?
Oh, yeah, Id forgottenI was already dead. And all my will seemed to have vanished. He drew me toward the crack in the wall, and I knew with sudden clarity it would close behind me like something out of a cheesy movie, leaving no trace that Id ever lived. Once I went through, it would all be over.
This is as far as I go, he said, his rich, warm voice like music. And with a gentle tug on my arm, he propelled me forward, pushing me into the chasm.
Table of Contents
Beginnings: The Real World
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
The Dark City
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Sheol
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
In The Beginning
Table of Contents
Beginnings: The Real World
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
The Dark City
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Sheol
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
In The Beginning