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393 pages, Hardcover
First published October 12, 2021
”“Will it hurt?” he whispered.
I let him wait in suspense for my answer. I did not blink, did not breathe, only looked down at him with an unchanging expression.
“I wouldn’t know,” I said. “I’ve never died.””
“When Neven took the souls of children, he held their hands and sang them lullabies. He let the older ones pray and told them stories about what awaited them in Heaven, how everything there was beautiful and nothing would ever hurt them again. But because of me he would never have friends, never join the High Council, never be anyone but the Shinigami’s brother. He could have forsaken me like our father, but instead he brought me stray cats and built book towers over me while I slept and cast shadow puppets on the walls while I tried to read.”
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"The world will fall silent and the Reaper will knock three times on your bedroom door."
"I was not calm and impartial, the way Reapers were supposed to be. I was not skilled and precise, the way Shinigami were supposed to be. I was nothing but Death that bled from every organ and anger so vicious that it would tear the sky to shreds, drain the oceans dry and crack the universe into two"
"Are you injured?" I said, looking down at Hiro's foot.
He let out a sharp laugh. "Not recently, no. I sustained a severe paper cut on Tuesday, though, and I'll have you know that I didn't even cry."
"Ren!" Neven said, grabbing his suitcase back. "Don't use my luggage to hurt people!"
"He's fine! I aimed away from his nose and teeth."
"You hit his head!"
"Bones heal faster than cartilage."