night, wondering why the obvious didn’t seem so obvious to her mentor in the Asetian Guard. “Why
doesn’t Sutekh just ask him who the killers are?”
“The soul reaper was murdered, but his soul never
went to the Underworld. We’ve checked every territory.
Questioned every god and demigod. The reaper isn’t
there. And he isn’t Topworld. He doesn’t appear to be
anywhere.”
That news had been anything but reassuring. “How
is that possible?”
Calliope had shaken her head and spread her hands,
palms up. “If I knew that, I would have all the answers.
But that’s your task. To find answers. We suspect that
if one of Sutekh’s minions or allies finds the remains
first, they’ll complete a reanimation ceremony. Draw
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the reaper’s soul back from wherever it has gone. I trust
you understand exactly how dire that could be?”
She understood that the Daughters of Aset had to
find the reaper’s remains before anyone else did. Because common lore claimed that reapers weren’t supposed to die. In fact, once they made their choice and
swore fealty to Sutekh, he forced their souls back into
their bodies and modified them using dark magic and
the souls of the innocent. So if Sutekh’s minions found
the reaper’s remains first, it would stand to reason that
they could work that same dark magic to bring him
back. Reanimate him. And he’d sing like the fat lady,
fingering the ones who’d killed him.
The possibility didn’t give her the warm and fuzzies
because she couldn’t shake the feeling that the Daughters of Aset just might be the ones who’d done the
deed, in which case they’d take a direct hit when