Reapers - Master of Souls (Reapers Chronicles Book III)
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Complete, First published Apr 19, 2015
What's dead should stay dead. When you mess with the natural order, things could go horribly wrong. Having a six-hundred year old rotting soul, for example. Or discovering that your boss is the son of the Devil.
I am Aramis Rayne. Full-time familiar. Part-wraith. Occupation: prevent the end of the world. Sounds impossible? You haven't seen the worst part yet.
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