You just say the word, and I'll make the rest of the world go away. I'll take you someplace safe, where no one else can reach us.

Hey." Her grin grew as she glanced from me to Nash, then back. "You're blocking the fridge." "There's a cooler in the other room." Nash nodded toward the main part of the house. Emma shrugged. "Yeah, but no one's making out in front of it.

He’s like the Rasputin of reapers.

Regret couldn't fix what he's broken. Apologies couldn't bring back what he's lost. What we'd lost.

Uh, yeah, I do. The scythe was a little tricky at first, but—much like golf—turns out it’s all in the swing.

Did you think you could dump me, and I'd bounce back to her and miraculously be happy? I'm not a Ping-Pong ball. You can't just swat me back and forth and expect me to be content wherever I land. If Tod dumped you tomorrow, would you come back to me?

So, you reap souls and crush hopes? Is that part of the job, or just a service you offer for free?