There is a passage in my book where Los travels into the underground cavern across from Harpers Ferry. He sees a swirling blue pool of phosphorescent plasma shimmering within its dark granite walls. Strange alien creatures stand at its banks. Grasping some kind of tool in their gray willowy arms, they appear to be screening the water for something. Not screening, he realized but harvesting. Suddenly, within the shimmering swirl he spies an infinity of souls. He desperately searches for Enith. Calling her name, he flies past the aliens and hovers above the surface of the pool. Most souls recoil in fear. They do not realize their state of being. He calls again for Enith. From its depth, a figure swims towards the surface. A hand reaches out to him.
