A mother, a daughter, a talented linguist, a bisexual, a widow, a mediocre accountant.
She was a woman of many words, and even more talents.
But none of that particularly matters.
Mostly because she's dead.
When Melody wakes up in the middle of a field with nothing but the clothes on her back, her brand new diary, and a whole lot of questions with no one to ask them to, it doesn't take her long to realize she's not where she's supposed to be.
Until by strange miracle, or more accurately, the meddling of an old god, she meets Her.