chapter 17: ethereal

Dylan Mulroney awoke with a gasp.  The last thing he remembered was pain and fear and death.  But now, now he felt peace and coolness and lightness.  In fact, he felt like he was floating.  And when he looked down, that's exactly what he was doing.  He was naked, but his body was indistinct, the blue light of his surroundings passing through him.

He could hear the sounds of a choir of men singing the most beautiful song he'd ever heard in a language that he knew immediately was not of...