A little girl grows up way to quickly. Come with her through torturous days and nights of a life truly broken hearted. Based on a true story, the names have been changed to protect the innocent and the guilty. Warning this story contains violence and sexual situations. Not to be read by the faint at heart.

After discovering she is the Supernatural world's equivalent of the grim reaper, Evie Jennings is thrown into the world of Serenis. She soon finds not only is it her destiny to secretly protect the human world but that she is the key to winning a brewing war between two Supernatural enemy forces, threatening to destroy all she holds dear. As she makes the heartbreaking decision to sacrifice the life she knows to protect her loved ones, Evie discovers that someone close to her is also keeping secrets.

Ayla has uncovered a terrible secret: the man she loves is in fact her worst enemy. As a mighty army gathers to destroy her and her people, she must ask herself: will he join them to destroy her? Must she cut him out of her heart to survive? Or is there another way – a way to forgiveness and... love? Sequel to Robert Thier's #1 Hit 'The Robber Knight'.

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.