TBR reviewer: Kim
This was a little difficult to get into at first, and hard to wrap my head around the idea that there was one Death but many Reapers. This was somewhat helped by having 'Grim Reaper Myths Dispelled' at the beginning of some of the chapters. Once I did get into it though, I really enjoyed it. The characters were colorful and different and larger than life! The story went along at a fair clip and there was plenty of action. I liked the fact that it was tackling a long held belief and turning it on its head! This is the second 'Reaper' story and I think it would help to have read the first as there are many references to events in the previous book that at times left me a bit confused. That being said, I still recommend it but with the caveat of reading the first, which I would very much like to now!
“H-hey, cutie,” he said, attracting the attention of half the bar with the volume. “Buy you a drink?”
“I’m flattered,” Mal said, batting his eyelashes. “But we have elsewhere to be.”
The bar roared with laughter as the demon frowned, trying to work out what just happened. His eyes widened as it struck him. “I meant her, not you!”
“Really? Well now I’m just embarrassed.”
“You wanna watch your mouth, human.”
“Or what? You’ll start a fight?” Mal gestured about the bar. “In Earl’s?”
“I don’t give a damn where we are, I’ll rip yer head off and use it as a bowling ball!”
Mal scratched his neck. “You wouldn’t get many strikes.”
“Heads aren’t round enough, you see. You wouldn’t be able to accura—”
His attempt at neutralisation via sarcasm ended abruptly as the demon swung a large fist at his face. It came too quick for him to dodge, so he closed his eyes and tried to think painless thoughts. The blow never came. He opened one eye tentatively to see the demon’s fist held fast in Xyla’s hand. She cocked her head as he struggled to pull free.
“Did you just throw a punch at my boyfriend?” The demon screeched as she squeezed, and Mal winced at the sound of grating bones.
“Well?” she asked again, the picture of calm. “Hurry up. We have places to be.”
“N-no, I mean yes! I mean...” He paused. “Can I have my hand back, miss?”
“Not until you apologise.” She squeezed again.
The mountain of a demon babbled a number of apologies, in several languages, and Xyla let go. “There’s a good boy.” She turned back to an amused Mal and held out her hand. “Shall we?”
“We shall.” He took her hand, and they walked over to a bemused Earl. “So I’m your boyfriend, am I?”
“Do I get a choice in the matter?”
He feigned a sigh. “I guess I’ll just have to go along with it, then.”
She grinned. “You know, most men would chastise me for stepping into that fight.”
“Meh. Most men are stupid. Also, most men’s girlfriends aren’t millennia old demons capable of head-butting their way through a bank vault.”
“You put it so lyrically, Mal.”
He dropped into a short bow and hoped that she wasn’t paying too much attention to his thoughts. Boyfriend? Booya! If he was anywhere else, and had two working legs, he’d have danced a jig.