Graveyard Shift (Lana Harvey, Reapers Inc., #1)

by Angela Roquet

There is no tunnel with a light at the end when you die, just a reaper with a coin,

There were only so many times a person could call you a pea-brain before you just snapped and slapped the shit out of them.

Humans may fear death, but they never pass up an opportunity to gawk at it.

This will not be your greatest challenge, and if you are strong, it will not be your last.”

“If my position is so important, why wasn’t I one of those privileged enough to know the truth?”

But along with raven hair, all reapers are created as pale as death. Well, as pale as Grim anyway.