Francesca Vance

“bored, the strikes almost lazy. The blades made an echoing clang that reverberated up her spine, sending tiny vibrations down the arches of her wings and trailing to the ends of her feathers. Ash pulled up short, ducked, and bumped into the wall. A picture came crashing down, shattering the glass. “Enough guys, I get it. But we do need to keep the walls intact, so if you could chill…” she called out.”
― Francesca Vance, Miracle After Death : A Reaper Society Short

“Cole was the one to slip a phantom hand into the car to the soul that waited. His hand passed through broken glass, twisted metal, and solid flesh. The male’s head hung at an odd angle, and the car’s engine pressed into his legs and thighs, while blood covered his broken face. Jessica couldn’t tell what he’d looked like before, and then the icy grip tugged her away from the car. She followed, heart in her throat. Fate had decided.”
― Francesca Vance, Miracle After Death : A Reaper Society Short