A Conversation with the Angel of Death
Let me introduce myself. I’m sure you’re expecting my friend Crymsyn to be writing this, but I figured I would let her take a break from writing. Her fingers do get worn out these days. Sometimes I wonder how it is that she is able to keep up the pace she has going. Forgive me, my name is Azrael, I am The Angel of Death. Crymsyn and I first met when she was in college, working as a psychic at the Tremont Tearoom in Boston. I’m not sure what it was that drew me to her, but there was something distinctive about her energy that called out to me. Please note, it is a very rare thing for me to speak to the living. I spend most of my time racing throughout the universes, worlds, dimensions, and wherever it is that death touches, gathering souls to bring them to the other side. And yet there was Crymsyn, or as I knew her first as Raven, the name she did her psychic readings under.
In the beginning, she was a tad frightened of me, but that gave way to curiosity the more we conversed. As we learned of one another, I realized she was something of kindred spirit and understood the rigors of my position and I felt comfortable sharing part of my world. As time passed, she became aligned with my energy and I found she had a direct glimpse into my life. It was disconcerting at first, but I got used to it. When I confronted her about it, I found she had transcribed many of my adventures and somehow had also tapped into that of the woman I loved, Brenna. How Crymsyn did that is a mystery, but it has worked for her benefit as she has penned many a novel that people assume to be fiction when in reality, they are all true.
She has extracted incidents that I have been involved with and spun them into books of their own. It is quite a remarkable feat. Over the course of the years I've known her, her awareness of my duties and those I manage, other grim reapers, has expanded. She has been able to cull friendships with other reapers and learn about their lives also. It doesn't seem to matter in what universe they are doing their duties, Crymsyn is able to record their lives.
All these years, it is good to say I have a friend among the mortal coil. However, she understands that one day; I’ll be there to collect her soul. And then maybe in time, someone will be able to write her story.
It has been a pleasure talking with you, but I have duties I must attend to. Souls are screaming to be released and I have more time to waste. I bid you all farewell.
Death’s Dance Blurb:
Being a psychic, you would think talking to the dead was a walk in the park. However, it’s not always that simple. The hooded specter haunting me is one I’ve been dreaming about since I was a kid. One day, he appeared in my bedroom mirror. Good. Evil. I don’t know what his true intentions are.
Enter Jackson, ghost hunting show host extraordinaire, and my ex, to save me from the big bad ghost.
From there…well…it’s been a world wind of complications. My house burnt down. I’m being stalked by an ancient evil and gotten myself back into the world of being a ghost hunting psychic. Jackson dragged me, along with a few other psychics, to a ghost town wiped off the map called Death’s Dance.
From there things went from bad to worse.
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Crymsyn is a National Bestselling author of over seventy paranormal romance and horror novels. Her experiences as a psychic have given her a lot of material to use in her books. She currently resides in Charlotte, NC with her hubby and her three dogs. If she’s not writing, she’s curled up with the dogs watching a good horror movie or off with friends.
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