There must have been a shift in my hormones over the past week or two as I have done nothing but cry. It's awful. I just feel so low. The smallest thing sets me off; Robin joking with me (his jokes are pretty bad); the cat meowing; missing a train ... I know I'm overreacting; I'm actually thinking this when I'm crying, but at that moment in time it just feels like the world has come crashing down around my ears.
I hope it's just a passing phase :-(
Ever wondered why your life flashes before your eyes at the moment of death? Neither has Margie, a feisty young psychic, until she finds herself in Limbuss, a purgatorial underworld populated by monsters, giants and some unusual looking circus folk. Believing her to be the Collector (the one who collects your story at the point of death) some inhabitants of Limbuss will go to any lengths to capture her. But worse is to come when she discovers what has followed her into this strange new world.
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