I wonder if they talk about my ending as a tragedy… if the words would have and should have cling their talons behind my name.
There is no real honor in death, in dying young, in closets never needing bigger clothes, or a face never weathering from years and life. 17-year-old Callie Lane discovers this as her life is snipped short in the middle of a sentence, at the beginning of her years. In an attempt to find purpose and immortality in the universe she’s handed the answer to the question of the unknown. Is death the end?
Callie Lane arrives Above, the world succeeding life, underneath a tree, knowing for certain she’s passed on, but rejecting the verity. She’s not supposed to be dead, not supposed to be standing before her deceased grandmother, not supposed to be at a school for Guardians. Through her grandmother’s explanation, the new headmistress of Veille Sur, Callie learns she is part of a select group of recently passed teenagers, whose fate was set before they were born, their purpose to always lie in death.
Above is shiny and grand, mystical and frightening, and even though it was supposed to be an answer, Callie only finds more questions. Her classes make her review her life, reason her purpose, identify her spirit, and the most troubling, defend herself from the Peresprits, the lost souls, whom thrive on the Guardians. And then there’s Logan, the boy she never knew in life, and yet seems to know about. Perhaps life is a circle, death included.
Above is a story about the uncontrollable and unaccountable things thrown at us and the plans we all make for the unnecessary. Death is made up of millions of different infinities, a place where life and love exist even more boundless than before.