Death's Pet

Death's Pet

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If you could see how a person died, what would you do? Is it a curse or a blessing? And if this curse/blessing starts attracting all sorts of evil, how do you deal with the situation? This is Regina Hall's life, or the start of it. One freakish sacrifice...one body dumped on her...and one reaper after her. Not just any reaper, he's THE reaper of all reapers... he's Death. And he's on her case. Regina is a mystery to Death, and until he can solve her, she is supposed to stay by his side as his familiar... his pet.
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Death chose Seraphine Valen long before she chose herself. Eighteen years old and soaked in the blood of everyone she ever loved, she rises from the carnage with something no mortal should possess: the power to command death itself. A single touch snuffs out life. A single thought bends destruction to her will. The darkness inside her is awake... and hungry. Her awakening draws the Banes, creatures of nightmare and hunger, eager to possess the weapon she has become. Fleeing a world unraveling into ruin, Seraphine is taken into Death's Castle-an ancient labyrinth where the walls remember every soul that's ever screamed. There she meets an unlikely trinity of allies: a diviner who sees the threads of fate fraying, a war vampire addicted to blood and battle, and a brute whose strength is matched only by his fierce loyalty. But as her ancestry unfolds-a legacy woven from dark and light-a deeper horror stirs in the void, older than gods, older than death. And it has been waiting for her.

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