Sinner (Priest, #2)

by Sierra Simone

Desperation crowds inside me, murders of flapping ravens’ wings in my chest.

At the very last, the room lights on fire. It quartzes itself into an infinite, glittering moment. It floods with vivid pain and joy and love and grief, and I am opened up, I am melted away, and I feel God. For a blinding, breathless, reckless moment, I touch my fingertips to eternity. And as I do, I also touch my fingertips to Mom in this place. As she is hovering, flashing, brilliant, a soul on her way to wherever bright souls go.