Dying for a Living (Dying for a Living #1)

by Kory M. Shrum

So I exhaled one last breath and gave myself completely to the waiting darkness.

“It would seem even your corpse is a sarcastic little shit.”

My very first death had been a barn fire—and not an accident.

The only exercise I got was from death-replacing and sex. The only vegetables I ever ate were potato chips, French fries and the occasional spinach dip.

“That’s called a myoclonic jerk. Your body jerks because your brain, mistaking your slowed breathing for dying, sends an electro-impulse through your body to cause your muscles, including your heart, to contract. That jolt is meant to wake you up.

Humans are habitual. Every single one of us is traveling on a trajectory created by our own habits whether we realize it or not.”