Bouncing around like a lunatic. I’m so happy.
I FINALLY got the Sentence for Dreaming The Dead!
An archeologist stumbles over a man who cannot exist and his key to immortality, and in doing so makes herself a target of the immortals bent on hiding the secret.
The Sentence, incidentally, is the key to writing the whole damn book, and I’ve been struggling with this one since before the move.
This is more SF than fantasy, incidentally, and will have Minoans in New York City.