Ten Thousand Tomorrows
Ten Thousand Tomorrows "Lynn," she says softly to me. "It's time to go." I am in my sacred place, my personal 'heaven' where I go when I meditate. The voice is a woman behind me. I can't see her. Here, in this place, I am a Fey, a gossamer winged, alabaster skinned, auburn haired, emerald eyed, slightly luminescent fey. I mean, I AM Lynn LeFey, after all. I didn't pick my name at random. "You've got the wrong one," I tell her. "It was supposed to be." I wave my hand vaguely....