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185 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 12, 2024
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"Arit: Death is universal.
Death is constant.
It’s unavoidable.
It’s inevitable.
Death is a friend I know by name, for we have been together since time immemorial.
And death is my purpose, my reason for being."
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"Nixon: I remember scrambling over rotting wet logs, slipping on sopping piles of dead leaves, and the crack of lightning looming just over our shoulders. I do not recall tripping over roots or hitting my head on a rock, but I do remember waking up to Cami crying and dragging me through the open doorway to the scariest structure I’d ever been in. If I hadn’t nearly died of a cracked skull, I’m sure I would have died of fright."
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" Nixon:“I’ve kept you. Forgive me.” He does his bow again, accompanied this time by his hand over his heart, and takes a step back.
“Wait!” I blurt, suddenly struck by the irrational sense that if he leaves now I’ll never forgive myself for at least not asking his name. He looks up, concerned again, his pale, almost white-blue eyes laser focused on me. “I didn’t catch your name.” Real smooth, idiot.
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“Arit,” he says, but there’s something in the way he says it, the way he forms the word on his lips, that intrigues me. It’s like he’s never said his own name before, and he’s pleased with how it sounds.
“Arit,” I repeat and finally gather myself enough to step forward and hold out my hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”
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“Yes,” I reply, taking a centering breath. “It’s the one soul I’ve encountered more than any other soul I’ve carried. I would recognize it anywhere. In any lifetime. In any era.”
Rai stares at me like I’ve spoken gibberish. “Really?”
I nod and look out over the water. “Four thousand, two hundred, forty-two. Give or take.”
“What?!”
“That’s the approximate number of times I’ve carried Nixon’s soul.”
“Gods in the cosmos.” Rai’s eyes are the size of saucers. “I’m not even going to comment on the fact that you’ve been keeping track because of course you would, but what in Fate’s name does that mean?
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The idea of kissing Nixon is suddenly all I can think about, primarily because I’ve never kissed anyone before, reaper or otherwise. What would it feel like to press my lips to his? Would my body respond? Would his? “Definitely the latter. Kissing you seems like a brilliant idea.”
Nixon huffs an adorably cute sound that’s a cross between disbelief and humor. “You’re crazy.”
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■ "Arit: Death is universal. Death is constant. It’s unavoidable. It’s inevitable. Death is a friend I know by name, for we have been together since time immemorial.
And death is my purpose, my reason for being."
■ "Nixon: ...there is no one to save me tonight. Linc, my best friend, is going to come home in the morning to my stiff blue corpse and two half-eaten cartons of congealed Chinese food, sauce on the side.
I know I’m clumsy and accident prone. I know I have the absolute worst luck. But come on, universe! Give a guy a break!"