Who burns me and shocks me and shatters me with a single touch.
It's the face the world sees, the one you can change as many times as you want
These are the kinds of things a guy thinks about when he visits his own grave.
The Sisters were Southern Baptist, and they went to church on Saturdays and Sundays, and most other days, too.
They shouldn't call death passing on. They should call it leveling up. Because the game only got harder once I lost. And I was more than a little worried it had only just begun.
Ethan thought he was doing the right thing. He knew it was crazy. And he didn’t want to go, but he had to anyway. Ethan was like that. Even if he was dead. He saved the world, but he shattered mine. What now?