“The universe didn’t flash past like Grace imagined it would do. No galaxies, no stars. No blackness of space. Just this – the cloud, which was growing whiter and whiter as they moved on. But then a wind came. ‘Don’t panic,’ Joe said. He stopped and stared into the rift. Grace held Ivan closer, her hands trembling. She sensed that something was coming. Then she saw them: a pack of bony creatures hovering nearby. ‘They won’t hurt you!’ Joe cast a commanding look around the rift; the R...eavers turned and disappeared. The glow grew brighter, eventually burning out all else until the lightning, even the clouds were bleached into a blurry fog of white light. And then they were standing there. In a cottage, with the hint of a blue sky above and a green field rolling into infinity. Carefully, Joe began to lower Ivan’s body to the floor.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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