A few sample pages from my novel Highway to Hell
Marcus had been looking at the floor in a trance of disbelief, struggling to make his way over to acceptance. As his captor talked, Marcus raised his head, determined to look them in the eye, whoever they were. He saw nothing: the cave (or whatever it was) was empty.
“That is merely the physical world,” the voice continued. “That body you had was little more than a transportation system. A shell – some outer husk you call a body. But, dear…dear, dear, dear, your soul, the life that filled that festering pile of cells you called your home for over forty years, that will live on forever.” The voice trailed off, but Marcus knew the owner was close. His captor was there with him, hiding.
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