Page 126 of Hekate: The Witch (Goddesses of the Underworld #1)

The Drawbridge

did not look sturdy.

In fact it did not look safe at all.

But if Styx’s story was correct,

I knew I must follow it.

All the way to the cypress tree.

I could not turn back now.

So I took a deep breath

as the rush of Lethe deafened me,

and started to walk pace after pace

on the damp oak planks,

trying not to look down

at the gush of oblivion below.