The Underworld Trials of Luna
“It’s…nice to see you.”
“Why are you all…blue?”
“Well, you’re all grey,” Anton snaps back, gesturing towards Blythe’s ghost form. Blythe gasps and looks down at himself, horror coming into his eyes.
“Blythe, it’s okay –“ I say in a rush, reaching for him again.
“Hi, Blythe,” Faiza says, stepping forward authoritatively and pitching her voice louder than mine. “My name is Faiza, I’m a priestess of the Goddess of Life, just here in my official capacity letting you know that you’re super dead.”