{"id":251626,"date":"2026-07-13T01:22:55","date_gmt":"2026-07-12T22:22:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/always-carry-your-scythe-pip-paisley\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T01:22:55","modified_gmt":"2026-07-12T22:22:55","slug":"always-carry-your-scythe-pip-paisley","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/always-carry-your-scythe-pip-paisley\/","title":{"rendered":"Always Carry Your Scythe – Pip Paisley"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"<\/figure>\n

Fortunately, the irresistible urge to skip had quickly faded, and we\u2019d settled into a steady, ground- covering walk. Unfortunately, there wasn\u2019t any sign of Hell\u2019s Soul Processing facility. There were only poppies, grass, and more golden road. We kept going. As we walked, we talked. About our Westmount Academy days and people we both knew. About our encounter with Esther and Jack. About creepy pink Vaina and weird golden Alec. About Aunt Harry and Uncle Dave and how I hoped they weren\u2019t going out of their minds with worry because they hadn\u2019t heard from me.<\/p>\n

About how much Maybell missed seeing her mom everyday now that she worked Heaven-side. And we talked about \u201cwhat if\u201d. What if we couldn\u2019t find Soul Processing? What if we couldn\u2019t get in? What if Zuzi wasn\u2019t there? What if Zuzi was there but they wouldn\u2019t tell us anything? If, if, if\u2026 The \u201cwhat if-ing\u201d always ended in \u201cit depends\u201d and \u201cI don\u2019t know\u201d. So, we stopped talking about it. And then we ran out of chitchat altogether and we walked in silence.<\/p>\n

My feet hurt, my muscles were sore, and I was hungry and thirsty. Walking to Hell was no picnic. \u201cDo you think it\u2019s much further?\u201d I asked, pulling on my leather jacket. The sun had dipped in the sky and the air had a definite nip. \u201cHard telling,\u201d Maybell said, buttoning up her short blazer and re-tying her iridescent bowtie. \u201cI really hope we don\u2019t have to spend the night in the poppy field.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMe too,\u201d I agreed. Shielding my eyes, I looked towards the setting sun and the ongoing, never-ending road. I saw a dark blotch on the horizon. \u201cHey, are those clouds or\u2026?\u201d I asked, pointing. \u201cUmm\u2026\u201d She answered, a hint of alarm entering her voice. \u201cIt looks like it\u2019s moving this way.\u201d And it was. What started as a smudge was now growing into a large, dark mass.<\/p>\n

It looked ominous. \u201cRun!\u201d<\/p>\n

\n

This e-book is for your personal use only. You may not print or post this e-book, or make this e-book publicly available in any way. You may not copy, reproduce, or upload this e-book, other than to read it on one of your personal devices. Thank you. ———- This is a work of fiction.<\/p>\n

eBook ISBN: 979-8-9892770-0-1 1kitap1.com\/en To KQ All my love 1kitap1.com\/en CONTENTS Title Page Copyright Dedication Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Epilogue The End 1kitap1.com\/en CHAPTER 1 Death\u2019s Daughter It was Saturday night, and I was waitressing at Quandors, Aunt Harry\u2019s Chanter pub in Seattle\u2019s Pioneer Square.<\/p>\n

The place was bursting with customers both living and alternative-living. Carrying a tray of empties, I skirted a boisterous group of retro-grunge vamps. Narrowly avoided a zombie rising to make a death-day toast. Then sidestepped a passing werewolf, stumbled in my new elf-made clogs, and almost dumped the tray of dirty glasses onto a table of Gorgons. As one, the three sisters broke off their conversation, and fixed me with stone-cold glares, snake-hair hissing furiously.<\/p>\n

\u201cSorry,\u201d I said, corralling martini glasses and dodging tiny fangs. \u201cHmph,\u201d one Gorgon groused, calming her snake hair with a taloned hand. With final disdainful looks, the sisters turned away and resumed their discussion. \u201cLook, iPads will never replace a good scrying mirror. I\u2019m just saying,\u201d one Gorgon opined.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut you can\u2019t get Candy Crush on a mirror,\u201d another replied. Tray secure, I beat a hasty retreat to the mahogany bar, feet throbbing with each step. Damned elf clogs. They were wobbly and painful. Magically soothe your feet, my ass. Lesson learned. Never buy clogs from elves. Especially not online late at night. \u201cHey Trixie,\u201d Zuzi greeted as she slid a pint under a brass tap.<\/p>\n

\u201cLooked like the Medusa crew almost made you into a serpent snack.\u201d Zuzi Gonzales was Quandors\u2019 bartender and my longtime best friend. \u201cAt least it\u2019d be an interesting death,\u201d I quipped, close-call sweat trickling down my back.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

\n
\n

Table of Contents<\/p>\nToggle<\/span><\/path><\/svg><\/svg><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/a><\/span><\/div>\n