Recapturing Death [On Hold]
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  • Reads 1,122
  • Votes 174
  • Parts 13
  • Time 1h 27m
Ongoing, First published Oct 31, 2019
Izalia Lex. A normal girl who lives a rather normal life, surrounded by normal people. Everything seems to be going... well, normally. 

Until, of course, one day, it doesn't go normally. In fact, it goes quite the opposite. 

Izalia, who once led a life filled with family and friends now finds herself in a rather troublesome predicament: 

She is mysteriously taken too soon from her former life and comes face to face with the one and only Death, a sarcastic, uncaring being that loves fun and games. But her life is anything but a game. 

She must go back in time to find out what happened and how she died. And not being able to remember anything doesn't help at all. She must retrace her steps and figure out why she died before she was supposed to. Did she have a disease? Was there an accident? Was she murdered? 

Sacrifices must be made as she rethinks her past and everything about her life is flipped upside down. Will she be able to recapture her death? Figure out the why's and how's? Or will she forever cease to exist? As that is the ultimate price she must pay if she fails. 

[stunning cover by the wonderful @terraxxa !!]
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