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A hero is born and discovers his talent and passion for protecting the people around him. His point of view becomes skewed by his trials and experiences until he is forced to question which people are really worth saving. The line between good and evil is blurred as a dark force builds within him. The definition of what’s worth fighting for transitions to what’s worth leaving behind, and in turn, what The Reaper is burdened with removing from this world.

"Merry Christmas, Kate. Why did you show up on my doorstep all of a sudden? Wait, Kate, why are you bleeding?" My friend Kate is dead. Did I mention that she was a grim reaper? Thanks, Santa. Not exactly the gift I asked for. Now I get to play Sherlock Holmes on the most wonderful day of the year. I get the feeling that whoever is behind Kate’s murder wants to finish me next. As my undead servant Bo likes to say, shizzle is afoot… Reaper’s Way is a standalone novella in The Good Necromancer series, taking place after Book 1. V1.0

Winner of the Merle Curti Award Winner of the James A. Rawley Prize Winner of the Louis Gottschalk Prize Longlisted for the Cundill Prize ÒVincent Brown makes the dead talk. With his deep learning and powerful historical imagination, he calls upon the departed to explain the living. The ReaperÕs Garden stretches the historical canvas and forces readers to think afresh. It is a major contribution to the history of Atlantic slavery.ÓÑIra Berlin From the author of TackyÕs Revolt, a landmark study of life and death in colonial Jamaica at the zenith of the British slave empire. What did people make of death in the world of Atlantic slavery? In The ReaperÕs Garden, Vincent Brown asks this question about Jamaica, the staggeringly profitable hub of the British Empire in AmericaÑand a human catastrophe. Popularly known as the grave of the Europeans, it was just as deadly for Africans and their descendants. Yet among the survivors, the dead remained both a vital presence and a social force. In this compelling and evocative story of a world in flux, Brown shows that death was as generative as it was destructive. From the eighteenth-century zenith of British colonial slavery to its demise in the 1830s, the Grim Reaper cultivated essential aspects of social life in JamaicaÑbelonging and status, dreams for the future, and commemorations of the past. Surveying a haunted landscape, Brown unfolds the letters of anxious colonists; listens in on wakes, eulogies, and solemn incantations; peers into crypts and coffins, and finds the very spirit of human struggle in slavery. Masters and enslaved, fortune seekers and spiritual healers, rebels and rulers, all summoned the dead to further their desires and ambitions. In this turbulent transatlantic world, Brown argues, Òmortuary politicsÓ played a consequential role in determining the course of history. Insightful and powerfully affecting, The ReaperÕs Garden promises to enrich our understanding of the ways that death shaped political life in the world of Atlantic slavery and beyond.

Come fly with me. Catchy, huh? It works for airlines. Maybe it will work for the dead once I launch my own Reaping business. Except my new tagline will be, come die with me. Back when my life was simpler, I thought all I had to do was hold gateways for the dead to pass through. Silly me, I actually enjoyed Reaping. Almost like a drug or fine, old whiskey, it made me high, filled me with delight, and left me glowing with the rightness of providing a last bit of compassion. Good little Reaper that I am, I never examined any of it too deeply, just crafted portals, exactly as Death trained me. Ha! She neglected to mention I command way more magic than she’d let on in Reaper school. Death smiled pretty to my face, and then lied to me. Used me. Me and all the other Reapers. I can’t not Reap. It’s hardwired into me. But I can tell Death I quit. Big words. I have no idea if I’ve got the guts to follow through, or what Death would do about open insubordination. I’ve always liked to live on the wild side, though, so I guess I’m about to find out.

I did it! I’m free. Well sort of. Freedom isn’t as cut and dried as the word implies. In this case, I’m at the top of Death’s Worst Reaper Ever list. What it signifies remains to be seen. I broke free from Death because there wasn’t any other way out of Reaping Vampires. She refused to let me off the hook or consider other arrangements. I’d have been content leaving it at that, but word about my choice got out. Other Reapers clamored for independence too. Death’s fury expanded another notch with every defection until nowhere is far enough away for me to run to. If I was only fighting her, it might be manageable. Toss in Vampires who hate my guts, a phalanx of dark gods who want my hide, and a bunch of bigoted mortals who’ve decided magic is holding them back. Pah. Humans are their own worst enemy, but they’re the least of my problems. It’s been a rocky journey. Along the way I’ve uncovered allies and even a man who loves me. Will we be enough to slam the gates and send darkness packing? We have to be. No prisoners. No choices.

Having been presumed dead for three years following a plane crash, Elliot Blythe returns to his home under the curse of death. After the murder of his brother, Elliot finds a master to train him in the dark arts where he learns he must kill to survive. When a strange flu begins to sweep its way through Sterling City, the duo race against the clock to find the person responsible for murdering Elliot’s brother and foil a plot to release a synthetic plague on humanity. Will they succeed, or are there larger plans in motion?