At the End There Was You (Blue Fairytales, #1)

by Wendy Heiss

“The book spoke about folk tales detailing a few moments from Death’s life which nothing else does. All books regard him as he is to be regarded—a God. They speak of him in exaltation and fear and humility, none go in detail of what sort of God he is, or even as a person. As humans, we’ve settled that dying is of course bad. But what of the dark God? What does he think of his gift? How would we know his anger when we know nothing of him at all. Nothing relating to him showing any emotion, whether anger, happiness, sadness. I asked a few of the other priestesses if they’d ever heard folk tales about Death because I had never. My mother never—" She stopped as if she had caught herself and looked up at him. Azriel did not give her the reassurance she needed, but she continued past her slip up, “No one ever told me tales, especially about Death. Everyone tells me they serve no purpose. Few of the girls said the cooks or the merchants coming in and out of the Sanctum might know a few since they are older, so I rushed to catch them when they were delivering to the kitchens this morning.”