The moment I scrolled down and saw the now familiar name come up on the computer screen, the hellish storm let loose its fury, reaching through the screen, wrapping its sharp claws around my disbelieving heart, and squeezing the very life out of my soul. The seething storm had found me, enshrouding me in the thick heavy bleakness of its dark icy cloak. It was dragging me impersonally through non-existent time, spiraling me down into its lair of perfect nothingness, showing no feeling or conscience. The unholy tempest now had a name, and its name was death. Written in a unique format, colorful stories of the airline industry, the war in Iraq, online dating, quaint tiny towns in Kansas, magical Clydesdales, and desperately trying to find sanity in an insane world, weave the reader masterfully into the very soul of this amazing fabric of complex situations and interesting people. More truth than fiction, Keli Adams, flight attendant, author, intuitive healer, and paranormal investigator, has created a rich word tapestry that wraps the reader in a brilliant silky palette of swirling emotions. And then there is the ending