Description: Unusual modern fantasy that begins with the protagonist staring down at his own corpse.
Dante stared and stared at the corpse, but a blindness waited behind his eyes. It was as if he couldn't see the body: couldn't grasp it, or what it meant.
He had never felt fear like this, not in the worst moments of his life. The angel madness was thick in him, and with it came the inevitable dread. His skin crawled as if trying to escape; goosebumps sprang up in patches on his arms and neck and prickled uncontrollably across his face. His eyes were open but he couldn't see.