The End Of Death E-Book

M. Stephenson

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2013

Beschreibung

I'm going to reveal some crucial information to you, my reader, before I begin. 1) I'm dead. 2) He rules over us, forcing any captured resistance members into his Herald. 3) I'm part of said resistance - and I've been caught. Join Arlena on her final quest in Death as she battles to finally see the face of the mysterious tyrant.. Before time runs out and she is forever at his mercy.

Leseprobe

M. Stephenson

The End Of Death

For FrankBookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Prologue

I'm going to start by intertwining this story with the basic facts of death.

1) He is the master of the underworld. No one but his Herald's ever see Him. He has no known name so we just call him Death. All I know is that he's cruel and vicious with a will of steel. Well, you'd have to be that way to be able to do the things he does in such cold blood. Not that he has any.

2) Never assume you'll be you forever. I can't remember who I was on Earth, for once I'd bathed in the river Styx, my identity was scrapped, replaced. I don't know many who've washed after the initial change but those who have, were forced or tricked into it because of their unforgivable treason against our ruler. The results are all the same in one respect. They live to worship and serve Death, are so sure of their job as his body guards, they would sacrifice innocent lives to protect him.

3) There's a resistance which stands up to Death and the unfairly acquired Heralds. It stands for what's right and just, and pleads for his once innocent guards to no longer orbit around him like he's the sun. In fact, I'd recommend it.

 As long as you don't get caught.

This is why I'm here, right now, a manacle round my ankle which I heave towards my first meeting with Death. I got caught. Right before I'm dragged into the murky Styx I'll see his face, find out who the elusive tyrant really is. I'll forget soon after , but somehow, a tiny part of me feels satisfied at how I'm going to end my freedom - staring at the murderer I call death. Looking into his eyes and searching for a part of him which regrets what he's doing. That shows he really is vulnerable and that one day... one day the resistance can achieve it's purpose. 

And if I meet his gaze and see nothing - then my death has been wasted.