Half the pieces of the only weapon known to kill Death have been recovered and are now in the possession of a dangerous Necromancer. The same Necromancer who has been a major pain in my ass since I first found out I'm part of the supernatural world.
Death's Reapers are on the hunt for the remaining pieces, but the Necromancer seems to always be one step ahead of us. My partner Gunnar and I suspect we have a mole in the Reaper ranks. How else does that asshole Necromancer keep beating us to the punch?
Now not only do we have to travel to remote and dangerous locales to search for pieces of the doomsday weapon, but we have to try to get there ahead of the Necromancer and prevent, well, doomsday. Let's also not forget having to sniff out the traitor in our midst.
At least the life of a Reaper is never dull.
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