Book Five: Chapter 156

Dana bowed her head in contemplation, then nodded. “This rush of mine should have worn off some time ago. I think it’s why I lost track of time, I’m used to falling out of the rush. It’s like having the perfect amount of caffeine, you feel all inspired and energized, but you know it’s going to wear off eventually so you try to get as much done as you can.”

“You’re smiling,” he told her.

“Why, so I am.” She grinned at him. “And before you ask, I’m not fixed or anything. Slashed open my forearm earlier, didn’t even hurt. Being dead has made me a little careless at times, I will admit. Has its perks, though.” With that statement, she rolled a tire over to the jeep and lifted the chassis off of a group of cinder blocks with one hand.

“I knew you were strong, but this?” He watched in amazement as she casually stuck the wheel back on and then tightened the nuts down with an old-style bar-type lug wrench.

“That’s about my limit,” she explained. “I can actually feel