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

I am not cute. I am the dreaded Grim Reaper. People fear me, you know. There's a whole song about it.

How long can you keep me invisible?" "As long as were in physical contact." My throat felt dry. "Holding hands?" That's how we'd done it last time. "Unless you had something else in mind?

Lit majors are not known for watching where they're going; most of us walk with our eyes in a book instead of on the path ahead.

If you live in the dark long enough, you start to forget what light looks like.

Hey." Tod squeezed my hand to draw me out of my thoughts. "I think death looks good on you.

Apparently the complete works of Shakespeare packed quite a wallop. To think, my mother said I'd never find use for an English degree. Ha! I'd like to see her knock someone silly with an apron and a cookie press.