ghostly-encounter

If you do not want to be forgotten as soon as you are dead...be read, or try coming back and pull the feet of those who are still alive instead!

I agree. To me, it [galloping on horseback] is the essence of freedom__he power of the beast beneath you, the wind in your face, the thundering of the hooves. It is a great elixir for the soul.___nd does your soul need healing, Benjamin?_ she asked quietly, gently running her fingertips across his bicep and down his forearm.He turned away from the view of the pond and looked at her with clear, blue eyes, his expression serious. He captured her fingers in the palm of his hand. __y healing started the day I met you. You are my elixir.___hen perhaps you need another dose,_ she whispered, her face upturned as she leaned closer to him.

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

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 equivalent of erectile dysfunction. Mostly she was fine being permanently on-call in the Veil. On nights like this, however, it sucked.