“Heads or tails,” Rachel mumbled.
Vigor smiled at her. “So much of life and death is random chance.”
“Not if you trust who is flipping the coins.”
She rolled her eyes at him.
He pressed his point. “There are a thousand paths into the future, forks after forks in the road ahead. Who knows, if one road closes, maybe another opens in another universe…and your soul, your consciousness, leaps over to continue that journey ever forward, always finding the right path.”
Still, Rachel considered those paths left behind, of possibilities that would be gone forever. A flicker of sadness pierced through her, as though she had lost dear friends.
“You see,” Vigor said, drawing her attention back. “There’s always a path forward.”
“To where?” she asked.
Vigor pushed open the door, blinding her with the brightness of the new day. “Everywhere.”
— The Eye of God, James Rollins