Description
"Veronika Dapunt masterfully blends dark humor with a compelling mystery, offering a fresh and often hilarious perspective on life and death." -- Joanna Wallace, author of You'd Look Better as a Ghost
For fans of Sign Here and Benjamin Stevenson comes a darkly comedic, genre-bending mystery following a female-personified Death who must investigate a string of unplanned murders before the whole world is thrown into chaos.
Her job is to die for. Literally.
When most people think of Death, they picture a skeleton in a black potato sack. Maybe with a scythe. Truth is, she's just a woman doing a job, and she's very good at it. Still, even Death needs a break. But when she finally takes some time off to live on earth, things start to go terribly wrong. Someone is killing people not on her list (well, not yet anyway) and it's up to her to find the killer before it's too late.
To make matters worse, her sanctimonious sister Life - whom Death hasn't gotten along with in millennia - won't stop blaming her for the unplanned deaths . . . and then there's the slight problem of the charming (and sexy) parasitologist she can't quite trust.
But she'll be fine, right?
After all, who better to investigate a murder than Death herself?
"Veronika Dapunt masterfully blends dark humor with a compelling mystery, offering a fresh and often hilarious perspective on life and death." -- Joanna Wallace, author of You'd Look Better as a Ghost
For fans of Sign Here and Benjamin Stevenson comes a darkly comedic, genre-bending mystery following a female-personified Death who must investigate a string of unplanned murders before the whole world is thrown into chaos.
Her job is to die for. Literally.
When most people think of Death, they picture a skeleton in a black potato sack. Maybe with a scythe. Truth is, she's just a woman doing a job, and she's very good at it. Still, even Death needs a break. But when she finally takes some time off to live on earth, things start to go terribly wrong. Someone is killing people not on her list (well, not yet anyway) and it's up to her to find the killer before it's too late.
To make matters worse, her sanctimonious sister Life - whom Death hasn't gotten along with in millennia - won't stop blaming her for the unplanned deaths . . . and then there's the slight problem of the charming (and sexy) parasitologist she can't quite trust.
But she'll be fine, right?
After all, who better to investigate a murder than Death herself?