


“Ethereal Bodies, The Powers That Be Book 3, by Ali Lucia Sky wraps up this series with a badass bow. Like, picture a bow so out of this world that it both tickles your fancy and makes you feel all sorts of things. That rollercoaster of emotions is how I feel this final book was.” ~Booknook Reviews
“I wish–” Tristan starts. I throw up my hand with my finger raised to shush him.
“STOP! Enough with the pointless wishes. You are being a shit friend and taking advantage of me and I’m tired of it.” I huff. “Michaela is right, pull your big boy pants up. Think it through and get it done in one fucking wish or don’t, but you get one more wish. Nothing more. Otherwise, you will keep asking for stuff you are going to regret.”
“How do I get rid of the wishes I don’t want?” Tristan asks.
“You don’t. It doesn’t work that way. You can’t just take back the things you say. They can’t be unsaid.” I sigh, examining my salad. It’s swimming in ranch dressing and inedible.
I don’t even like ranch dressing.
Tristan looks up at the ceiling, doing some mental gymnastics. “There are about seventy-two wishes I need to rescind.”
I nod. “Yes. Although, I count ninety-eight.” I reconsider my sandwich before picking it up and taking a bite of the ham and cheese.
A group of girls Thea’s age are being seated nearby and their eyes are glued to us. This is one of the things that makes me uncomfortable. I’ve recently turned nineteen. Thea’s a few months shy of turning seventeen. It gives Gabe a lot of ammunition to give me shit, and when girls her age give me attention, I feel like a total creeper. I feel like I’m doing something wrong.
At the moment, these girls are looking at Tristan and I like we are on the menu.
“I only made ninety-nine,” Tristan pouts. “Why are you picking on me?”
“I’m not. All but the last one were garbage. But it’s not like you can take out the trash, so it’s just too bad that they are all out there waiting to come true now.” I say, looking away from the other table and focusing on Tristan.
“They were?” He looks at me quizzically. “You really think they were rubbish?”
I suck on my bottom lip and nod. “Yeah. The only one that is meaningful and has any shot of working at all in your favor, is the last one. All the others are complete crap. You opened up the game to so many other guys with about fifty of your wishes, and thirty of them are really all about your ego. I mean, she does talk to you–”
I decide to go back to what we’d originally been discussing. “The other Makers have Made Worlds. I’ve Made one World in all of the time I’ve been in creation, and I’ve Made countless souls.”
I look into her eyes so she could see me. “I’ve always felt the smaller works are more precious.”
There is a heavy silence before she speaks again. “Only one World? What World is that?”
“World Seventeen. I had to Make it. Our teachers, the Czen, were testing us and we were given tasks. Worlds One through Ten were Made in secret. We weren’t to be Making them when we did. Asa and Astrid were precocious. Cosima and Riyu Made bands and tribes of denizens for them. I watched and tried to Make their lives better. I guess you could say, I was afraid I would Make mistakes if I tried to work on a larger scale.”
I swallow at the heartache I remember feeling for the souls. “Some of those who lived in the early Worlds suffered severely. With Astrid, we imbued some with an extra spark, souls. We perfected it, and soon, some started reincarnating on other Worlds. Well, the Worlds where souls could populate. No soul will ever be reincarnated into a non-human being, despite what some believe. So those who believe that their loved ones return as their dogs, are wrong. But souls with that spark, can be born again and again.”
“And those without?” Lexa can barely whisper the question, fearing the answer.
“They die out. In many Worlds, Cosima and Riyu create them for sacrifice or entertainment. They suffer for no reason and die with no hope of reward. It’s terrible. I couldn’t stand it.”
“So, World Seventeen?” she prompts.
“It’s where all those who die without souls go. This World we are in right now, is forever expanding to endure an increasing population. Some of that is because of us Makers. There are so many soulless here. When they die, they go to another World that is also forever expanding to endure an increasing population.” I move away from Lexa to sit down on the crushed velvet settee.
“Why?” she asks, drawn to me. She moves until she is in front of me, then crawls into my lap to straddle me.
“Because they need somewhere to go.” I trace her cheek with my fingertip.