What if the only afterlife that truly exists is the one we make for each other? A novel for everyone who has ever lost someone and everyone who fears being lost.
When fourteen-year-old Prem wakes up in a strange seaside town, he knows two things for certain: he’s dead, and he wants out. But the world he’s landed in won’t let go so easily. Nothing ends here. Not really.
Enter Gabriel – sixteen, barefoot, gentle, maddeningly calm – who insists there’s no exit, only understanding. Guiding Prem, they walk beaches that loop back on themselves, visit cities built from echoes of lives once lived, and meet the long-dead philosophers, poets, and musicians who refuse to fade.
As Prem grapples with loss, belief, and the slow fading of memory itself, he begins to see that the afterlife isn’t about judgement, it’s about love. The kind that holds you, feeds you, and refuses to let you grieve alone.
In a world stitched together from memory, love, and the art we refuse to forget, Gabe and Prem begin a journey through the afterlife: meeting the unforgotten, dancing with ghosts, making music with dead superstars, drinking wine with poets. Along the way, they discover a secret that no religion ever dared to offer – that we are remembered into existence, that death is not an ending, and that heaven is not above us.
It’s between us.
Bold, tender, and defiantly human, Almost Alive in the Afterworld is a metaphysical love story about music, memory, and the afterlife we build together, one note, one story, one kiss at a time.