Nobody True [antikvár]

I wasn't there when I died.Really. I wasn't. And finding my body dead came as a shock. Hell, I was horrified, lost, couldn't understand what the fuck had happened.Because I'd been away, you see, away from my physical body. My mind - spirit, soul, psyche, consciousness, call it what you will - had been off on one of its occasional excursions, to find on its return that my body had become a corpse. A very bloody and mutilated corpse.It took me a long time to absorb what lay spread before me on the hotel's blood-drenched bed - much longer, as you'll come to appreciate - to get used to the idea. I was adrift, floating in the ether like some poor desolate ghost. Only I wasn't a ghost. Was I? If that were the case, shouldn't I have been on my way down some long black tunnel towards the light at the end? Shouldn't my life have flashed before me, sins and all? Where was my personal Judgement Day?KI were dead why didn't I feel dead?I could only stand - hover - over the empty shell that once was me and moan aloud.How did this come about? I'll give no answers just yet, but instead will take you through a story of love, murder, betrayal and revelation, not quite all of it bad.It began with a hot potato