Death has been personified in many ways throughout history; a dark, shadowy hooded figure with skeletal hands, the Devil, demons, even angels... angels... just the thought of it makes me want to laugh! We are far different from any of those beings. We can understand why you humans would believe such foolish things, though. You see, we used to be like you; slow, weak, oblivious to the world that is right in front of you. You give us many names; monsters, murderers, minions of the devil, and even angels of death. No, we are just like you. Physically, that is. And we are everywhere. In fact, if you are reading this right now, there is a good chance one of us just passed you by. Watching you. Making sure you don't see this. Oh, you poor unfortunate humans, not seeing the world as it truly is. We are the managers of life and death. We are the reapers.

'Standing up I looked straight at Professor Garrett, smirking evilly. "Hi, my name's Christy Evans and I'm an English major. Let's see," I said tapping my chin in concentration, all the while trying not to laugh out loud, "I'm the leader of a group of intergalactic beings who are here to terminate all those who are deemed too conceited for the good of civilization," pausing I gave Professor Garrett a pointed look of my own, "I live on planet screw you, and I'm allergic to bullshit." Smirking and feeling very satisfied with myself, I waited for Professor Garretts next move. ' -When Christy finds her long term boyfriend isn't who she thought he was, what will she do? She's about to begin college-the same one he chose to go to as well. With the help of her best friends and a new forbidden love interest, can she be persuaded to let go and love again?

Eliza is taken from her family at age 10, doing what she called a Spy's Purpose. Does she fulfill that purpose? Or just fail, not doing what she planned to do along?