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228 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 6, 2015

Just as the nation planned armistice celebrations after the war came the most devastating attack. The flu pandemic of 1918 struck and in just a few short weeks from September to December, millions of people died. We all pulled together to nurse the sick and bury the fallen.
Except it wasn't the flu.
And they didn't stay dead.
Seth followed, his brow furrowed. "Why did he call you? Why did he not deal with it himself?"
"Because I am their exterminator." My position in the village was that simple. When you cannot face beheading the friend who turned up on your doorstep, even though they are salivating to take a bite from your succulent flesh, you summon the girl who carries the sword. The girl who was always different, the girl suspended between two worlds, neither servant nor gentry. Born a girl, but raised as a boy. Some called me Ella the Slayer, but it is not a compliment. I would give anything to not have to carry out the gruesome job that life had thrust upon me.

"To escape from reality, I dream of a time when there was only one type of death."

"You shouldn't be out in the woods alone. There are undead about, but I suspect you know that."
What gave it away? Maybe the piece of red matter stuck to my boot. Was that spinal column? I snorted back a giggle.
"Such a glorious spot to grow up. You must have had so many adventures around here." I know I did. I doubt there's a tree I hadn't climbed in the district, or a river that I hadn't stripped down to my chemise and swam in.
He shook his head. "I gaze at it and see only a procession of sad memories."
"Oh." Well, that drained some of the magic out of the sight.
"We all pulled together to nurse the sick and bury the fallen.
Except it wasn't the flu.
And they didn't stay dead."