The Toyota plowed headlong into the boy. But there was no impact. No screams, no blood, no bending metal.The boy simply dematerialized in a swirl of white light.

Lena scowled at the empty space in her living room. “Oh sure, thanks, I had fun too.” She’d stayed awake, spilled a cup of perfectly good tea, and for what? A spirit with the noncorporeal...

…a sensual life is a ghostly existence where you live on the surface and your soul passes through everything, touching nothing …

But my thoughts and emotions are as real as yours. My soul, Mia Randall, is as real as yours.

Then perhaps you need another dose,” she whispered, her face upturned as she leaned closer to him.

…sometimes we can’t enjoy the bloom of a rose because we’re too busy crying over being pricked by the thorn.