I am not cute. I am the dreaded Grim Reaper. People fear me, you know. There's a whole song about it.
Rachel VincentShe watched me with a creepy sort of detached curiosity, as if I were a bug crawling across the sidewalk in front of her. I wondered briefly if she was the ant stomper type.
Rachel VincentTod's pale brows arched halfway up his forehead, and he looked suddenly, achingly wistful. "She knows not what she says..." Maybe not. But I was starting to get a pretty good idea.
Rachel Vincent