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    Outcast Reaper: Reaper's Ascension, #0.5
    Outcast Reaper: Reaper's Ascension, #0.5
    Outcast Reaper: Reaper's Ascension, #0.5
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    Outcast Reaper: Reaper's Ascension, #0.5

    By Shelley Russell Nolan

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    Never say no to the Grim Reaper

    After twenty-five years working as a reaper, Ash is looking forward to fulfilling his contract and being reborn with a clean slate. When he refuses a job that would put his rebirth in jeopardy, he is cast out of the comfortable afterlife he'd built for himself in the Underworld. Ash must fight for his last five reaps. Not an easy task when the Grim Reaper wants to shred his soul.

    Will Ash have what it takes to cheat Death?

    Find out in this prequel short story to the Reaper's Ascension Series.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherShelley Russell Nolan
    Release dateFeb 5, 2019
    ISBN9781386517054
    Outcast Reaper: Reaper's Ascension, #0.5
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    Shelley Russell Nolan

    Shelley Russell Nolan is an avid reader who began writing her own stories at sixteen. Her first completed manuscript featured brain eating aliens and a butt kicking teenage heroine. Since then she has spent her time creating fantasy worlds where death is only the beginning and even freaks can fall in love. The first two books in her debut adult urban fantasy series, Lost Reaper and Winged Reaper, are published by Atlas Productions Born in New Zealand, moving to Australia with her family when she was seven, Shelley currently lives in Central Queensland, Australia, with her husband and two young children. They share their home with two wrecking ball kitties, a deformed budgerigar and two dogs that are fairly normal as dogs go. Shelley loves to hear from her readers so feel free to contact her on Facebook or leave a review on Amazon or Goodreads or on her website - shelleyrussellnolan.com

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      Outcast Reaper - Shelley Russell Nolan

      Chapter 1

      The call to reap came at an inopportune moment. I was enjoying a dalliance with an ambitious reaper who had recently been promoted by Jonathon Grimm. Not that dalliances while in semi corporeal form were as fulfilling as those enjoyed while I’d been alive. But in the Underworld you had to take what you could get.

      While the timing might not have been the best, I was grateful for the call. I had five reaps to go to fulfil my soul quota. Five reaps and I would end my servitude to the Grim Reaper and have the chance at rebirth I had foolishly thrown away twenty-five years earlier. I slipped away from my date and moved to the edge of the city all reapers called home to focus on the twinkling lights nestled in the blackness far above me.

      Not stars, these lights represented the souls of the billions of people in the world. One shone brighter than the others, calling me.

      I let the call sink in, allowing the need to reap to take over as the body I habitually formed to interact with my fellow reapers became insubstantial. My soul was now encased in a shimmering, shifting and nebulous form that was barely recognisable as a person. I lifted into the air, called to attend the soul of the next person to die in my hometown of Easton.

      When I reached the glittering canopy of souls a shiver swept through me at the sight of a reaper returning from a job, the diaphanous form encasing his soul far darker than mine.

      ‘Ash, what do you think of this beauty?’ he called out as we bypassed one another, he with a soul that was blackened around the edges.

      Reapers like him were part of Jonathon Grimm’s private army, collecting the darkest souls, those tainted by the deeds they had performed while alive. Not wanting to delay the collection of my client’s soul, I merely gave him a nod as I continued on my way, glad I had never been recruited as one of the dark cohort of reapers.

      No, I had been given a more illustrious place, though not until I had served Grimm for almost twenty years.

      I was Grimm’s right-hand reaper, given the title of Ash, my former name forgotten. Like Dusty, his left-hand reaper, I was often given specialised tasks, one more suited to a reaper who had proven their loyalty and worth through years of hard work and dedication to reaping the souls Grimm wanted.

      Ash and Dusty.

      Or more accurately, ashes to ashes and dust to dust.

      The Grim Reaper had a morbid sense of humour, naming his lieutenants after the saying humans had long associated with the process of death.

      From close up, the light of the souls was so bright it would have blinded me if my eyes were real. Even now, I had to squint as I passed the final layer of souls and burst through the barrier that separated the Underworld from the physical world that lay above it.

      Now I found myself in a standard night sky, one lit by gaseous stars and filled with clouds and the occasional bat. I swooped low over the town of Easton, the place where I had been born and

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