LARGE PRINT EDITIONCome fly with me.
Catchy, huh? It works for airlines.
Maybe it will work for the dead once I launch my own Reaping business.
Except my new tagline will be, come die with me.
Back when my life was simpler, I thought all I had to do was hold gateways for the dead to pass through.
Silly me, I actually enjoyed Reaping.
Almost like a drug or fine old whiskey, it made me high, filled me with delight, and left me glowing with the rightness of providing a last bit of compassion.
Good little Reaper that I am, I never examined any of it too deeply, just crafted portals, exactly as Death trained me.
Ha She neglected to mention I command way more magic than she'd let on in Reaper school.
Death smiled pretty to my face and then lied to me.
Used me.
Me and all the other Reapers.
I can't not Reap.
It's hardwired into me.
But I can tell Death I quit.
Big words.
I have no idea if I've got the guts to follow through, or what Death would do about open insubordination.
I've always liked to live on the wild side, though, so I guess I'm about to find out.
Ann Giimpel Books, Llc Rebel reaper: an urban fantasy, paperback/ann gimpel
