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Series: Reapers #1
Rating: 3.5 of 5 stars
Zombies have infested a fallen America. A young girl named Temple is on the run. Haunted by her past and pursued by a killer, Temple is surrounded by death and danger, hoping to be set free.
For twenty-five years, civilization has survived in meager enclaves, guarded against a plague of the dead. Temple wanders this blighted landscape, keeping to herself and keeping her demons inside her heart. She can’t remember a time before the zombies, but she does remember an old man who took her in and the younger brother she cared for until the tragedy that set her on a personal journey toward redemption. Moving back and forth between the insulated remnants of society and the brutal frontier beyond, Temple must decide where ultimately to make a home and find the salvation she seeks.
Age is nothing but a number, and if there was anyone who exemplifies this adage best, it is Temple. She was born into a world ravaged, but not overtaken, by darkness. The dead have risen and in the carnage of her self-defense, she finds the tatters of her soul, drenched in the blood of the men and meatskins alike that she had ended with her own hand.
The Reapers are the Angels initially caught my attention with its haunting cover and original title. I knew it rang a bell somewhere in my head, but didn’t have time to explore that notion before I decided, right then and there, that I must have this book. It was only after I read the first chapter that it came to me that “the reapers are the angels” is a biblical verse (and a beautiful one, at that). It set the tone for the lyrically decadent vision of the narrative, mostly as seen from Temple’s mind.
With every instance of hope that Temple happened to stumble across, I knew she would move on… The descriptions of the world are every inch as eye-catching as the title and cover. Although some parts of the story could easily be spotted from a mile off, in that they were predictable, certain other aspects of it completely threw me for a loop… some pleasant, some not-so-pleasant.
It’s not so much a zombie book as it is a book about fear and hope and the design of life coinciding with the design of death. And kickass to boot. Even without all the supporting characters, Temple (and Moses) can carry the story with the tip of her disembodied, pink-nail-polished pinky finger.