IlseVrensburg
Death needs a holiday. Unfortunately, the only person who can cover for him is the one thing he's been hiding from the end of existence itself.
Aslyn Chance doesn't remember who she was before the Balefire found her-but she's doing fine, thank you. Living in London with her found family of drag queens, she's mastered the art of avoiding both responsibility and glowing death-lights in the sky.
Then Death himself turns up in a cloak smelling suspiciously of designer cologne, asking her to take over his job. Suddenly, Aslyn is guiding souls, battling ghosts, and fending off bureaucracy that smells faintly of brimstone.
But something is wrong in the Underneath. Souls are being stolen. Oblivion is stirring. And Aslyn's power may be the only thing keeping the world from falling apart.
To stop what's coming, she'll have to confront the truth: she wasn't meant to survive. She was meant to seal something away.
And now it wants out.