When you get hurt, you cut yourself off from everything. You forget that you were made for something better--that you were made for Eden.
James Feckidee is hurting; divorce and funeral have come too close together. Add to that a supernatural attack, and he's at his wits' end. In a leap of blind faith, a friend comes to him and gives him the first step on the path--the path up, out, and through.
Through to what?
James doesn't know, but he starts to get glimpses. Glimpses of something orange, red, yellow; warm, welcoming--something from beyond the gray windowpanes of this mundane life.
Go with him to that Distant Eden.