Hell freezes over. Heaven heats up. A resort springs to life on the banks of the River Styx and souls don't want to move on.
Nothing scares our intrepid immortals-except a run-in with a scissor-wielding Fate after messing up the Great Tapestry. She's the only one capable of cutting their Life Threads.
It's just another day in Purgatory for Death and Chronos as they sort through the mayhem and keep the universe from spinning out of control. Be sure to bring along your helmet. You never know when Death might offer you a ride on his Harley.
Step into their world. The afterlife will never be the same.
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River Fairchild is somewhat odd, brandishes a dry sense of humor, owned by several cats. Lives in a fantasy world. A fabricator of magic. Makes stuff up and spins tales about it. Believes in Faerie crossings and never staying in one place for very long. Speculative Fiction wordsmith. The secret to her stories? Spread lies, blend in truths, add a pinch of snark and a dash of tears. Escape into her world. She left the porch light on so you can find your way down the rabbit hole.