title: A Call From Heaven: Personal Accounts of Deathbed Visits, Angelic Visions, and Crossings to the Other Side
author:  Josie Varga 
description: What happens when we die? This is one of humankinds most important and enduring questions. <i>A Call From Heaven</i> brings a fresh and exciting perspective to this ancient question. Josie Varga presents a superb look at deathbed visions, which are the glimpses of the afterlife reported by those dying. With each turn of the page you will find a treasure trove of insights and inspiration. This outstanding book is expertly written, remarkably easy to read, and enthusiastically recommended.<br>Jeffrey Long, MD, New York Times best-selling author, Evidence of the Afterlife<br /><br />Combining scientific and medical research with moving and emotional testimonials, <i>A Call From Heaven</i> offers undeniable evidence of what we may experience at and after death. This book educates, empowers, and inspires us to look beyond our fears of the unknown to recognize that what we perceive as an ending can truly be a beginning. A must-read that will change your perception of what it means to die.<br>Marie D. Jones, best-selling author, The Deja Vu Enigma and The Trinity Secret
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  ## Unnatural Exposure
  
  
    
  
  
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  _( Kay Scarpetta - 8 )_
  
  
  
  
  
  ### Patricia Cornwell
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ## Patricia Cornwell
  
  
  
  
  
  ## Unnatural Exposure
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  And there came unto me one of the seven angels which had the seven vials full
  of the seven last plagues…
  
  
  Revelation 21:9
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ## Chapter One
  
  
  
  
  
  Night fell clean and cold in Dublin, and wind moaned beyond my room as if a
  million pipes played the air. Gusts shook old windowpanes and sounded like
  spirits rushing past as I rearranged pillows one more time, finally resting on
  my back in a snarl of Irish linen. But sleep would not touch me, and images
  from the day returned. I saw bodies without limbs or heads, and sat up,
  sweating.
  
  
  I switched on lamps, and the Shelbourne Hotel was suddenly around me in a warm
  glow of rich old woods and deep red plaids. I put on a robe, my eyes lingering
  on the phone by my fitfully-slept-in bed. It was almost 