When the Reaper Judges decide to step in the middle of the circus at nightfall with torrential rain outside, no one can do anything but wait for two things: soul reaping or recruitment. The Lindström siblings avoided that moment at all costs, but ho...
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❝ Death is my servant, she's at my door Crossed the unknown seas to bring me home ❞
BEYOND THE SHORES (ON DEATH AND DYING), Shores of Null
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❝ I kissed Death, you know, and and she tasted like aged grapes, just like those expensive wines we drank when Blackbear Valley burned to ashes. ❞
❝ I'm a Whitewolf, woman. I don't bow. ❞
❝ What was expected of me? A fucking Blackcorvin entering the crowd and giving kisses and hugs? ❞
❝ I was living my dream immersed in a sea of pussy and cock until you show up here. ❞
❝ Being The Hidden Mother is the most lonely job there is, man. I don't wish this even for my worst enemy. ❞
❝ Kübler-Ross was right about the five stages of grief, love, but only those who work in the death business know the depth of the grief on a person. That hungry for more pain or the hollow eyes, that's not in her study, is it? ❞
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