Starglow Basin we're more ghosts than people

it turned out that being carried clear cross to kingdom come, or even another part of the basin, was an experience in static events that left the rowdy shade exhausted.
the further they traveled from his actual deathsite, the harder it was for colt to keep his shape. at times he would be trotting alongside her, only to blink ahead or behind; other moments would allow him to take a solid figure, but only for a handful of moments.
red's teeth worried the bone in her jaws, and a second later, briggs felt the warm trickle of ghostly blood along his own chin. "where we goin,' red?" colt grunted, tasting the metallic heat as if he had never died.