Ain't Myth-Behaving by Katie MacAlister

Author:Katie MacAlister
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Tags: Man-woman relationships, Vikings, Mystery & Detective, Humorous, Paranormal, Fiction, Romance, Fantasy, Travel writers, Traditional British, General, Love stories, Contemporary
ISBN: 9781416524939
Publisher: Simon and Schuster
Published: 2007-09-25T04:00:00+00:00

Epilogue

Winter Solstice

S o this is the Underworld. It looks more like a mall. Is there supposed to be shopping in hell?”

My eyes popped open at the voice. It was a familiar voice, a cherished voice, a voice I hadn’t expected to hear upon my awakening. Not here, anyway. “Megan?”

“Right here. Are you okay?” A shadow fell over my face. My vision, always blurry after a transition, slowly focused on much-beloved features. Megan was smiling, but there was worry in her eyes. “Hello, handsome.”

“You’re here,” I said, dazed. “What are you doing here?”

She bent down and pressed a little kiss on my forehead. I tipped my chin up until she laughed and brushed her mouth against mine. “Silly man. Did you really think I was going to leave you alone half the year?”

I sat up. “Possibly. No, I was sure you would come with me.”

“Boy, you really do get disoriented transitioning from one world to the other.”

I rubbed my head, trying to get my brain to work properly again. “It’s always been that way. You had no problems?”

“Not a one. I woke up a few minutes ago. That was a heck of a going-away ceremony the druids held. Do they indulge in that much pomp and circumstance every year?”

“No, but it’s a new group of druids. They’re a bit enthusiastic, although I suspect the fact that the previous druid leader was sent to the Akasha—that’s limbo—by a hungry fury has something to do with their determination to please us.” I looked around. I was sitting on a long green chaise butted up against black-and-white marble walls. “We’re in the black palace.”

“This is a palace?” Megan got up from where she had been kneeling next to me, turning in a slow circle as she took in the room. “You have a castle and a palace? What about the mall outside? Wait a sec—is it a mall, or is it some sort of illusion meant to torment people?”

I went over to the window and looked down at the brightly lit concourse lined with small shops. People bustled in and out of them, laden with packages and bags of all sizes. “I had it redesigned some years ago, after visiting the Galleria in Dallas. There’s an ice rink at the far end, theaters on the west side for movies and live shows, an extensive library on the second floor, bowling, a fitness center with an Olympic-size pool, miniature golf on the lower level, a health spa on the mezzanine, and a petting zoo next to the palace. If you lean out and look to your left, you can see the llama enclosure.”

Megan looked and nodded, a bemused expression on her face. “Llamas.”

“I’m particularly pleased with the food court, which is located on the east side beyond the butterfly solarium—”

Megan grabbed my arm, looking incredulous. “In hell?”

I took her hands and kissed each finger. “The Underworld is not hell, Megan. That would be Abaddon. The Underworld is a way station for people on their way for judgment.

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