Love and Death

I very much enjoy the dark and grim, and what could be more grim than death itself?

Death myths have been around forever. The Grim Reaper, The Angel of Death and who can forget Charon, the ferry man across the river Styx. All spooky and dark and given the grim duty of taking souls to their afterlife. Just the idea of these shrouded dark skeletal figures wielding their long scythe can give one pause. Maybe even cause a nightmare or two.

But what about Death himself? What's his deal? It can't be fun, his job. I mean, the poor guy doesn't seem to get anything out of the deal. And what if being Death is worse than you thought. What if it was a curse?

That's poor Simon's problem. He's been cursed. He's been cursed so long his memories have faded, he can't even remember what it's like to feel. When he meets Robert, all that changes, unfortunately, Robert doesn't have much time left. What's a Death to do when he falls in love with his next assignment?

His Soul To Take is the story of Death as he falls in love and remembers what its like to feel again. He's been at his job a long time. He knows the deal, but not even he is sure if he can do what he has to do this time around.

His Soul To Take by C.M. Torrens

M/M paranormal romance novella

Publisher Dreamspinner Press

Coming April 20th.

Excerpt:

DEATH walked down the street, eager to be away from

temptation. The thought of ever being in such a situation

had never entered his mind. Living people never saw him.

Not the sane sort.

Robert was different. He wasn’t mad, just more

observant than most. Special.

The weight of something familiar drifted in the wind. A

cold chill ran down his spine and the air grew heavy as the

presence grew closer. He stopped in front of a small cafe and

went inside to wait. No one paid him any attention as he

took a seat in the booth at the far end of the cafe.

A few minutes later another stepped into the cafe. Like

himself, the man was so average he was never noticed, but

Death saw him. Death knew his own.

The Reaper frowned and made his way through the cafe

to sit across the booth from him. Hard brown eyes bored into

him, and Death struggled to keep from fidgeting. His

interference had drawn Reaper to him and his stomach

twisted with worry.

“Hmm, it’s been awhile since this has happened,”

Reaper said.

Death said nothing and stared down at the placemat in

front of him. Colorful monsters and kid friendly games

splashed the paper with vivid hues.

“Why am I here?” Reaper asked.

Death shook his head and stared down at the placemat.

His finger traced the colorful monsters on the paper.

There was a long pause as Reaper stared off

thoughtfully into space. “You’ve interfered and pulled your

target from his destiny last night. His pain would have eased

the transition.”

“It was unintentional.”

“That doesn’t really matter though, does it?”

“No,” Death said.

“You’ve been at this for a long time. You know how

things work. So why am I here? Fix it or I will.”

“What happens if I don’t?”

Reaper shot him a dark look. “Don’t play games here.

This is someone’s soul we’re talking about. Things live and

things die—”

Death took a deep breath. “No, I’m serious. I want to

know. What happens if I can’t fix things?”

“Can’t or won’t?” Reaper got to his feet. “Do what’s best

for him and fix this. I know you’ve been here a long time,

longer than most, but this is a soul we’re discussing. A living

soul. Do what you have to do.”

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-- C.M. Torrens

Author of HIS SOUL TO TAKE, coming April 20th from Dreamspinner Press.
Blog: Sweet Sounds of a Panicked Writer.

Twitter: @CMTorrens