Publisher's Synopsis
I've been doing my job flawlessly for seven hundred years, collecting souls and delivering them to the next world without a hitch. Then the death bot rears its ugly head and instantly erases my fun of scaring the living daylights out of the living. When the bot predicts death like tomorrow's weather, who's afraid when I make my entrance?
An opportunity arrives to escape soul-sucking technology by moving to the Mediterranean. My Italian fixer-upper isn't anything to gloat about. Everyone seems nice-except my new neighbor seems a little too nice. All that's going for me in this sleepy Medieval town is that technology doesn't pose a threat.
My joie de vivre returns, but I've got a slew of brand-new problems. What'll I do? I've got a job that's supposed to last for eternity-and I'm not sure I'll make it.
If dark humor gives you tingles up and down your spine, read about my gripe with technology in this grim reaper novella that'll keep your sit bones on the edge of your seat.
