“I am the Grim Reaper!”
“Darling, there’s a man at the door… he’s saying something about the Reaping! I don’t think we need any!”
— Monty Python’s The Meaning of Life
Ah, yes. The Reaping.
We all know it’s coming, one way or another. Somewhere, just around the corner, something is waiting to settle the score.
“There will be a day of reckoning! A totaling of sums. And a snapping of necks. And you can count yourself among the damned.”
Who is coming for you, dear ones? What have you done? What did you trade? What was so precious to you, so alluring, that you had to have it, regardless of the cost? Or does “reaping” mean something different to you entirely? After all, at the end, we’re all collected in a way, aren’t we?
I’m proud to be a part of this anthology from Siren’s Call Publishing, Now I Lay Me Down to Reap. Filled with thought-provoking and frightening tales of reaping, in all its myriad shapes and forms, this book was created specifically to unsettle. It exists only to terrify and make one shift uncomfortably in wonder and fear.
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