Weave Them And Reap by Essie Suter EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Essie Suter
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A distant bell tolls with all the moody drama of the metal song my sister
Jet is currently blasting out of her mini speakers. Dirt devils of ash and sand
swirl high over the barren wasteland and a baking heat runs through the air
like a thrill, scorching the earth. Our grief-seekers huddle together in the
middle of the plain, a few hundred feet from the outskirts of the town, with its
wooden shacks groaning against the growing wind.
I glare at Jet while keeping my smile for the customers in place—which
probably makes me look a little too killer-clowny to be comfortable. I’ve told
her a million times that we don’t need to have music on our tours. This place
is plenty atmospheric enough without her bursting our eardrums with her
choice of music. Sadly, she ignores me and the act of widening my eyes just
leaves me with an eyeful of sand and dust.
Sugar lumps and shitshows. This is why I hate the grief-seekers tour.
We’re at the end of the world and still my sister is making me mad. Plus, not
all of our customers appreciate the music or the fact she’s head-banging
along like she couldn’t give a fig that there are people around… or that the
world is ending.
“Isn’t that a bit insensitive?” One of our clients asks me, gesturing in Jet’s
“Because all these people are going to die soon, you mean?” Jet asks. My
sister, ever the sensitive soul. “It’s not like it’ll change anything for them.
They’ll all be gone soon either way. I don’t think it matters if we have a bit of
fun while we’re here.”
As insensitive as she is, Jet is right. We call this the ‘grief-seekers tour’
because it’s a very weird place which is caught in a kind of loop in time, so
the world is always ending here. Every day, midday strikes and the
apocalypse begins. Every night, midnight comes and the place resets. Like
We always get at least one Judgemental Jessica whenever we come here,
despite us being very clear with the disclaimers before they sign up. On this
particular tour, we pop in, sniff the sulfur-filled air and despair, hang around
for a bit and then pop out.
Unsurprisingly, this tour is mostly popular with demons since they get to
absorb a lot of yummy energy from all the raw emotions in the air.
Also unsurprisingly, it’s always the humans that give us grief and pile on
the guilt trip. I say that with love as a person who grew up in the human
world. They’re always the ones best at playing ostrich until reality slaps us in
Today’s tour has thirteen customers plus me and Jet. We’ve got five
humans or human-ish folk, four demons, two witches, and a couple of
unknowns. There’s one in particular that hasn’t removed their hood for the
whole time we’ve been here and I can see Jet’s itching to bump into them just
to see if it’ll slip and we can get a peek at what’s beneath. We had to stop
allowing vamps to book onto this tour once we realized that something about
the whole apocalypse atmosphere drives them absolutely wild with blood
lust. I’m not really into decapitating or staking rabid customers.
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