grim-reaper

I can__ look people in the eye and tell them that they__e going to die anymore.

You become a changed person when you face the reaper and deny him your soul.

I__e got money!_ Eve exclaimed in a frantic frenzy of hope, her eyes dancing wildly with the notion that there was some way out of this. __ mean, I don__ know what use money is to the Grim Reaper, but I__e got a ton of cash! It__ in a hat box under my bed! I__e got a bright red Lexus in the garage, I__e got my engagement ring upstairs, it__ real gold_ there must be something we can trade off with___ou can__ bribe me away, I__ afraid,_ said Mr. Azrael. __oney means nothing where I come from.

Death is permanent. There__ no coming back if you get off the ferryman__ boat.

Death didn't happen like I expected it to. There was no Grim Reaper, no chorus of angels, no army of demons. And my life didn't flash before my eyes. Death was the color of softness, a delicate green under a thin film of baby powder. There was nothing but soft random thoughts and picture, drifting through me like a child's breath blowing through a dandelion after making a wish. And as I died, I was held by my love. I wanted to soak up her love and smuggle it with me to wherever my soul was headed.-character Ron (Broken)

She watched as the dancing lights of madness swirled and flickered in his eyes like the fires of hell, and she knew that there would never be anything that could quench those fires except death. Vanessa knew that Jango had become his own Grim Reaper.

I drive a motorbike, so there is the whiff of the grim reaper round every corner, especially in London.

Sometimes Death lurks after them for days, weeks, or even months, waiting for their time... Sometimes it doesn__, and I__e often raced that omnipresent Reaper to one portion of its work.

Who said death is dead? He's fully alive, traveling around the world, throwing shadows and soaking in the sun. Visiting the young and old; placing bets and dicing regrets, for the worse or a better off place.

Life is not the end, and death is just the beginning...

And your green eyes are the color of the hills- the color of my home.' His voice dropped to a whisper. 'Aye, there's something about you, Lindsey Waters.