When a GRIM reaper and an ex-assassin team up, sparks fly and people die. Will you be next?
Sand Reap is the nicest Galactic Reclamation Immigration Marshal (GRIM) you hope to never meet. Until now, his life bordered on the mundane: Extract souls wrongly distributed to Earth or those deemed damaged beyond repair. Return said soul to the Galactic Order of Demons and Saints (GODS). No questions asked. Oh, and tell no one what he is and who he works for. Ever.
Sounds simple, right? Except Sand’s human. He makes mistakes. He has bad hair days, and most of the time, he’s trying not to get himself killed.
And lately the cosmos have gone crazy.
Sand’s handler has gone missing, replaced by a new one in serious need of parenting. A rogue GRIM hijacks souls throughout his territory. And a woman with a dark past stirs more than his old soul, which could prove deadly not only for her—but for him.
WARNING: Read GRIM Times at your own risk. Should the GODS discover you have a copy—claim ignorance and run!
-Lisa Tostberg
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