Title:
Keeper VS. Reaper
Author:
Jennifer Malone Wright
Blurb:
When her
father died, Lucy Mae Estmond inherited the family business. She has known all
of her life that she would be in line to watch over the souls of the recently
passed, keeping them safe from the
Reapers.
The soul
eating Reapers have been a plague upon the Earth, stealing souls and leaving
the Keepers as the only thing that stands between Heaven and Hell. The factions
despise each other and have warred for
generations.
Then Lucy
discovers an ancient legend predicting the arrival of the Chosen One, destined
to bring forth an end to the Reapers. The surprises continue when she realizes
she is that person. For Lucy, being the Chosen One doesn’t change much.
Fighting Reapers is just another day in the life of a
Keeper.
When she
meets Jack Walker, they both realize they have an insane, mutual attraction.
Too bad that he’s been sent to prevent the prophecy from coming true. His only
mission: to kill the Chosen
One.
Jennifer
Malone Wright is best known for her short story series, The Vampire Hunter's
Daughter. Other works include the follow up to The Vampire Hunter's Daughter
series called The Arcadia Falls Chronicles and her vampire novel called The
Birth of Jaiden. Jennifer also co-authors a series called Once Upon A Zombie
Apocalypse.
She resides
in the beautiful mountains of northern Idaho with her husband and five children
where she practices preparing for the zombie apocalypse. Just
kidding!
But
seriously, between the craziness of taking care of her children, Jennifer has
little time left for herself. The time she does have left, usually leading far
into the night, is spent working on her beloved fiction or chatting with her
equally crazy friends.
Jennifer
also loves coffee, has a passionate affair with red bull, wishes the sushi were
better where she lives and dances while she
cleans.
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Long
Excerpt:
Inch by painstaking inch, the casket sank lower into the
freshly churned earth.
The scent of lilacs floated on the breeze, along with the
heavy stench of perfume and cologne, reminding Lucy of the fragrance aisle in a
department store.
Lucy stood beside the grave, dressed in a modest royal blue
sundress. She had chosen it specifically because her father always said the
color looked the best against her hair, which was a mix of reddish brown that
shone burgundy in the sunlight.
Tilting her head up, Lucy looked through the canopy of the
aging oak trees that were scattered throughout the cemetery. The breeze shifted
the branches, causing a few of the leaves to pull free and flutter off into the
wind. There were almost no clouds in sky, allowing the sun to shine down over
the funeral.
Her brothers and sisters surrounded the open grave opposite
of her. All six of them also wore something fitting for a funeral, but nothing
depressing enough to send their father into a rage in his afterlife.
Smiling, Lucy remembered the argument she and her father had
during his last moments. “Lucy!” he had shouted at her. “Don’t you dare let
them bury me in a suit. I am not going to spend eternity in a stuffy ass
business suit. Make sure I’m wearing my khaki shorts and a Hawaiian shirt
because I’m going on the vacation of a lifetime.”
That was toward the end, when the cancer was so bad that her
dad spent most of his time in bed, moaning about how he should be up and about
doing something. They both knew that the end was near, but Lucy had cried only
in private. Her father wanted her to be happy he was moving on to the next
life, but she couldn’t understand in what way, shape or form, his dying was a
good thing.
So she shed her tears alone in her room until there were no
more left to cry.
The fog of the memory lifted from Lucy’s mind and she looked
across the grave at her brothers and sisters. The entire brood of Estmond
siblings were born with the same color hair as Lucy had been blessed with. Each
of them, as well as Lucy and Ethan, held a white rose in one hand. Later,
before the grave was sealed, they would each take a turn throwing one down onto
the casket, as a symbol of their wish for their father’s peaceful journey into
the afterlife.
Just behind her brothers and sisters stood the mourners who
came to pay their last respects. Most of them were town’s people whom they had
grown up with, except for one group who stood close together, most of them
around her father’s age. These were the Keepers whom her family had been
closest to over the years. She could see Gloria and Edward White, the Keepers
from one of the Napa Valley graveyards standing solemnly beside Ellen and
Stanly Evans, who worked in the hospital in Santa Rosa. There were several
other Keepers surrounding them who she recognized and made a note to speak to
them later.
Beyond them, further out into the trees, the spirits began
to show themselves. They appeared in the form of their human bodies, a bit
transparent, but solid for the most part. It was harder to see in the daylight,
but their misty blue auras swirled around them, helping form the solidity of
their bodies.
The spirits were fascinated by funerals. When Lucy was
little she used to think that they wanted to say goodbye to someone, but really
it was because there wasn’t much else to do in a graveyard except talk to each
other and attend burials.
Pastor Brown spoke solemnly, saying kind words and telling
her father’s life story. Inwardly, Lucy cursed her father for choosing Pastor
Brown, a man who had not known her father and she was sure didn’t give a flying
fuck about him either. Her father hadn’t set foot in church since he was a
child. Not because he didn’t believe in God, he just didn’t believe in
organized religion.
Sensing her tension, Ethan squeezed her hand reassuringly.
Turning to her left she looked up and met her best friend’s eyes through the
tint of his sunglasses. Even through the dark lenses she could see the sorrow
in his eyes. He had loved her father too, just as much as any one of the
Estmond clan. In response, she squeezed his hand back and then turned back to
stare at the grave again.
“And now, Lucy Mae, Gregory’s youngest child, will say a few
words about her father.” The preacher cleared his throat, signaling
to Lucy that it was time.
Lucy had no tears staining her face. She had cried all those
tears long before the day of the funeral. Again, Ethan gave her hand a gentle
squeeze and then released her so that she could reach down and withdraw the
folded piece of yellow legal paper out of her miniscule
handbag.
As Lucy unfolded the paper she felt like it was taking an
eternity.
This day is never going to end.
Finally, the paper was open in front of her and she
began.
“I know that this speech is going to sound like the speeches
given for so many others who have passed on. But, when someone we love dies, we
all feel pretty much the same way … so here it goes. My father, Gregory
Estmond, was the best person I’ve ever known. Today, we stand here, not to
mourn him, but to celebrate him. He didn’t want any one of us to be sad that he
was gone. Because … he isn’t gone. He will always be with us. For those of us
who spent each day with him, his teachings and his love will always be with us.
He taught us love, he taught us respect, he taught us of our family heritage,
and he taught us how to
live.
“For those who are acquaintances of my father, you may have
met him only once and you are here because he impacted you in some way.”
A few nods came from the
crowd.
Lucy continued. “He had that effect on people because he had
a genuine love and respect for human life. Which is not something all of us can
say we have. He treated everyone the same, with kindness.
“Because my father had cancer, he knew that this day was coming
and he had time to prepare for it. We had many discussions and the one thing he
consistently told me was to embrace life. He didn’t say this because he was
dying, it was his mantra. This man lived every day of his life like it may be
his last. He didn’t wait until he was dying to find the beauty in this world or
the people in it. He was always this way.
“Remember my father, not with sadness, but with the memories
he left behind. Remember him with love, with laughter and knowing that he is
exactly where he wants to be.”
Lucy stepped back, reaching out for Ethan to grasp her hand
once again. She eyed her siblings, none of them were crying either. Daniel, the
second oldest son, reached into his gray trench coat and pulled out a silver
flask. Lucy sighed and watched as her brother didn’t even try to hide it and
took a long pull of the whiskey she knew was inside.
Sadly, as inappropriate as her brother was being, she
couldn’t help but wish she could take a giant swig off that flask
too.
It’s almost over.
“Would anyone else like to say a few words?” Pastor Brown
offered.
Sherriff Davis stepped forward, he had his Stetson clutched
in one hand and hitched up his gun belt with the other. As always he was
wearing his uniform. The Sheriff and her father had been pretty close … well,
as close as a Keeper can get to someone without that someone thinking that they
are out of their mind.
“I’d like to, if that’s all right.” The Sheriff looked down
into the grave before his eyes swept across the crowd of mourners. Finally his eyes met Lucy’s and she
flashed him a smile meant to encourage him to proceed.
“Greg was my friend … and an old grump like me doesn’t have
many friends. Greg knew a lot of people in this town, but I feel damn sorry for
anyone who lives here and never had the chance to meet him. No one, aside from
my own wife, Darcy, could make me laugh like Greg could. He was loyal and
respectful, even if he was a bull shitter. Good grief that man liked to tell
stories. Also, any man who can raise a brood of children by himself and manage
to keep them all out of jail is a good man in my book.”
Lucy could have sworn that she heard Principal Robertson
blow air between his lips like he was blowing a raspberry. A few people looked
his way and then back at Sheriff Davis.
“That is all I got.” Sheriff Davis stepped back into the
crowd.
Evelynn Andrews, the librarian at the Summer Hollow library,
raised her hand slightly. She was about seventy years old, but didn’t look a
day over fifty five. Lucy hoped she would age that well as the years
progressed.
Evelynn pushed her glasses up her nose and closed her eyes
for a moment before she began to speak. “I don’t think I can say much more
about how wonderful Gregory was, but I wanted to make sure to pay my respects
by voicing them. I’ve known the Estmond family all the way back to when
Kathleen was still alive, as far back as when she and Greg were high school
sweethearts. No one, could have been a better father to these children. Sure,
they have caused a fair amount of ruckus over the years, but he did it all on
his own and they are educated, mostly well
behaved.”
She paused to glance at Daniel who had decided that moment
would be appropriate for another pull from his flask. “And above all, Greg gave
these children a sense of loyalty. Anyone who knows these kids knows that if
you mess with one, you get the whole bunch of
them.”
A few people giggled, even Lucy, knowing how true that
statement really was.
“This may not seem like a good thing in retrospect, but a
family who stays together so closely is a rare thing these days. It is to be
cherished. Greg gave them this sense of family and that is something to be
proud of.” As she finished, she closed her eyes again looked Pastor
Brown.
“Would anyone else like to speak?” Pastor Brown addressed
the crowd of mourners.
Unexpectedly, Ethan released Lucy’s hand and raised it up a
little bit. “I need to say something.”
Pastor Brown nodded and held his hand out beside him. Ethan
moved over to the other side of Lucy beside the pastor. “There are very few
people here who don’t know who I am.” Ethan began. “Gregory Estmond took me
under his wing a long time ago, when Lucy and I were both very little. My
parents, who have moved away now…”
He paused and took a breath, pondering if he should let out
the deep dark family secrets. Well, secrets that the whole town knew anyway.
That was how small towns worked.
“They were, drug addicts and alcoholics who barely took care
of me. Greg came by the house one day to see my parents for some reason and
what he found was a little boy locked in his room with no food or water and his
parents passed out in their bedroom surrounded by drugs and trash. The story is
a long one, a long sad story. But it ended with Greg and the rest of the
Estmonds making sure I always had a place to go, that I always had food. Greg
even went so far as to pay me for making good grades, just to give me incentive
to do well in school.”
Lucy grimaced as he told the story, hating Ethan’s parents
for what they did to him. Ethan had conveniently left out the part about how
her father had beat the ever living snot out of Ethan’s dad that day he found
him locked up in his room half starved. It was hard to believe Ethan’s parents
came from a Keeper line, but sadly, not all Keepers were immune to addiction.
Keepers were human, just like everyone else.
Ethan scanned the crowd through his glasses. “No one, except
for maybe the Estmond kids, owes more, or loves that man, more than I do. He
saved me and I will never forget that. I hope that none of
you ever forget that either.”
Ethan lowered his head and hurried back to Lucy. She
immediately took his hand again, knowing how hard it must have been for him to
say all that in front of everyone. He never spoke about his
parents. They moved away when he was fourteen and left him alone in the house.
After that he came to live with the Estmonds for good. She and Ethan were
friends long before the incident at Ethan’s house, but after he came to live
with them, they were inseparable.
Pastor Brown closed up the ceremony with a prayer and then
the bagpipes started on Amazing Grace. Lucy stepped forward with Ethan’s hand
firmly in her grasp and looked down into the dark, deep hole where her father’s
body would spend eternity. Luckily, she knew better than most that his soul
would not remain in that body.
She held the white rose firmly over the grave. “I wish you
peaceful passage.” She released the rose and it drifted down into the depths of
the hole. “I love you, Daddy.”
Ethan mimicked her actions, familiar with the meaning of the
ceremony from the many deaths of Keepers past. Her siblings had moved into a
line directly behind her and Ethan, tossing their roses in as well.
The other mourners milled about, giving Lucy and the family
some time before they headed over to her house for the wake. She caught sight
of Gloria and Ellen chatting beside the giant wreath of flowers with her
father’s picture inside. She wandered over to say hello. “Gloria, Ellen, it’s
been so long since I’ve seen you.”
Gloria smiled, as did Ellen. “Yes dear,” Gloria greeted her.
“It has been some time. I’m sorry we couldn’t make it sooner.”
“Or under better circumstances.” Ellen
added.
Lucy nodded. “Well, I’m just glad that you could make it
here now. I’m sure my father would be happy that you are here
now.”
Gloria and Ellen nodded, they made a bit more small talk and
then Ethan appeared beside her. “I think we had better get over to the house
now.” He whispered just loudly enough for the older ladies to
hear.
“Oh,” Lucy checked her watch deliberately. “You are
absolutely right. I’m sorry ladies, I need to get some things ready over at the
house.”
Gloria smiled again, a loving gentle smile of someone she
had known her entire life. “You go on dear, we will see you over
there.”
With a quick ‘see you later,’ Lucy backed away and then
turned to join hands with Ethan again. “Thanks for saving me. I didn’t really
want to talk to them, but I had to make sure to say hello to
them.”
“You doing all right?” Ethan asked, rubbing the back of her
hand with his thumb.
Lucy nodded. “I’m fine.” She turned her head to try and see
his eyes through the dark tint of his glasses. “How bout you. Are you all
right?”
He twisted his lip up a little and she knew he was giving
slight eye roll. “I’ll survive. I just miss him and all this,” he gestured to
the crowd, “actually makes it harder.”
She nodded again. “I know what you mean. I feel the same
way.” Her gaze strayed from the grave and focused on her house. Their home sat
on the edge of the cemetery, separated from the dead by a white picket fence
and about thirty yards of grass. The yellow farmhouse had been in their family
for several generations, and now it was hers, as was the family business.
“Let’s head over.”
She nodded. Of course they had to get to the house. But, it
wouldn’t be for relaxing. There was food to get out and serve. People would
come up to her and tell her how sorry they were for her loss, or how much her
father meant to them, or some awesome memory they had of him. It was going to
be a very long afternoon.
Almost over, she told herself again.
Almost over.
Short Excerpt:
“Yeah, I get that.” He took a swig of his beer and cringed.
“Ugh. Can I get a shot of Jameson with this too?”
“I thought you tried to stay away from the hard stuff.” Her
dark eyes penetrated him, looking for a reason that he would want to be
drinking the hard A.
“Not tonight I don’t.”
“Fine. But, because I’m your friend I’m only allowing you
one shot then it’s back to the hangover beer for
you.”
Friend. What a fucked up word. The F word for
sure.
He gave her a twisted smile as she handed him the shot of
amber colored liquid. “I don’t have any friends. Not
anymore.”
She shot him a concerned look and put the Jameson bottle
back on the shelf. “You do now. I think we hit it off as far as friends go.
See, I’m going to help you out right now, just like a dude would. There’s
Janette.”
“Who?”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
Jack raised his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders, then
tilted his head back and slammed his shot.
Reese had her hands on her hips. “Janette. The girl you took
home the other night.” She explained.
“Oh! You mean Janice.” He turned around to see who she was
talking about.
“No, I mean Janette. That is her name,
asshole.”
“Oh shit, really?”
Reese shook her head and laughed. “You may be good looking,
but you are the poster child for guys women shouldn’t date. I have no idea why
I like you at all.”
With a smile, Jack turned around and wiggled his eyebrows,
“maybe we should take that to the next level.” He was totally joking and she
knew it. The two of them seemed to have a mutual no touchy code.
“Not a chance in hell,
Casanova.”
Jack laughed and then once again looked over his shoulder at
Janette. Now, that was exactly what he needed right now.
Nothing calms the nerves after an attempted murder and a fight with your friend
like a good night of fucking out the frustration. He grabbed his beer and got
up off the stool.
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