Excerpt from one of my novels in progress.“Why are you not afraid of me? I have been ordered by Death to bring you back to Hell, vampire.” I’m still looking at the flowery skirt the girl has on. I have to be cautious not to look mad because to the human eye, it looks like I’m talking to myself. So, I cover myself with a newspaper and sit down on the bench at the bus stop. I sigh, “Then, why haven’t you, Nadia?” She doesn’t remember me and the fact that I know her name shocks her into silence. “I thought reapers had some sort of super memory.” “I don’t, you don’t… you are cheating death by being what you are!” she sputters. I lean in close, “So are you. Oh, you don’t think I know how it works? That Death hand picks his minions from souls that perished in battle to do his dirty work? You are not dead either, reaper.” The bus is late, and I’m worried that I will miss my meeting. “If you don't follow me now—” “You are not going to kill me. You are going to crawl back to the cave that you came from and forget all about what you think you know about me.” She laughs, “Why would I do that? I see your little games, but you can’t stall—” “1542. I know how you died.” You can’t kill a reaper, but you can send it back to Hell for a few centuries. It’s a complicated spell but the key is to know their name and how they died. The more you know, the longer the banishment. I have evaded my punishment for centuries, so who knows what she has been told of me. Still, she is one of the only creatures that can take me out once and for all. I might just be her Achilles heel as well. She is still frozen. “Listen, I have an interview to get to. We can finish this later, m'kay?” And I step onto the bus before she can answer.
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5/5/2019 10:16:59 am
Can't wait for the book! I'll be at your book signing!
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