The reaper walked through the woods with a string of rabbits tied at his belt. Two days had passed since he’d tried walking away from his blade. He’d journeyed far enough west that his eyes no longer ached. Only the watchers remand, their eyes growing heavy when he looked away from his unseen goal.  He…

Chapter 1: Harvest The Reaper swung his heavy blade and the young woman’s plea died. Her head rolled away from her kneeling corps. Blood spouted onto the Reaper’s face, warm, metallic, and familiar.  He released his long-hafted blade and flopped to his back. It had finally stopped: the ache behind his eyes. The itch at…