Love of Death: Trailor

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
The trailor of the upcoming sequel to Love for Death
I suggest reading the novel "Love for Death" before reading this trailor or the novel "Love of Death".

Some parts of the trailor have been edited as it gives away some vital parts to the story. when three full stops are seen that is where information has been removed.

Submitted: May 05, 2010

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I had finally found some peace where there wasn’t a watching eye anywhere near me. I never used the bathroom, why would I need to? My body didn’t need to excrete the waste that came from eating, my body didn’t need food like it once did, I got my energy from another source.. But for once it felt that it was necessary that to relieve myself I needed the bathroom.
I would only have a few moments before someone would search for me. They would be curious to know why I was in here…I stood before the mirror and relaxed and let the façade I had been leading on fall. I leant over the counter, using my arms as support. I felt exhausted though sleep was also something I never needed anymore.
How this had happened, I do not know. I looked worriedly at my reflection in the mirror before me.
I looked incredibly aged. My hair was now grey in colour and had receded back so much that it was left to a few wispy hairs across my head. My skin had grown loose as I lost incredible amounts of weight. I was covered with a few wrinkles. My eyes seemed to have sinking back into my skull. Shadows of black bordered them too as if expressing my exhaustion as lack of sleep. My skin was as pale as ever. I looked brittle, fragile and old.
All this was a sign that I wasn’t reaping enough energy, though that made no sense. I had been out hunting and marking a lot more than usual lately to make up for energy that had somehow gone missing. Yet it was not enough. I was getting weaker and weaker... My scythe was struggling to keep up the demands I asked for. I still had to work and so had to cover up traces that I was fading away. That meant giving everyone the hallucination of what I used to look like…
I had a theory how this could have happened, but it had great flaws. Either way I had to find a way to solve this mystery. If I didn’t I would surely perish. I knew full well how it would happen.
I would continue to age at this alarming wait until it looks as if I was dead, as I truly am. Then my skin would flake and slowly fall of my body, revealing the muscles within. Those would decay into dust, falling with the skin, until I was left as an unhealthy reaper. I would look much like the images of myth that illustrated us. I would be a walking skeleton, a true monster of the night. Without the strength, my scythe would not be able to shift its shape and so would be held in my hand.
There was a knock on the door signaling that I had been found. I sighed and could hear the groan from my scythe in my head. I turned to open the door.


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