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In the Realm of Death walks a creature with an unpronounceable name. He severs your mortal cord in his realm and you die in yours. Revelations describes him as the fourth horseman of the apocalypse riding his pale horse. The Grim Reaper. The ferryman, he has many names depending on your religion. The truth of the matter is his name cannot be spoken with a human tongue for he was doing his reaping long before humans inhabited this world. The reaper system has been working since time began, and working perfectly. Until now, the turn of the twenty first century; and the youngest of the three gods…mehr

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In the Realm of Death walks a creature with an unpronounceable name. He severs your mortal cord in his realm and you die in yours. Revelations describes him as the fourth horseman of the apocalypse riding his pale horse. The Grim Reaper. The ferryman, he has many names depending on your religion. The truth of the matter is his name cannot be spoken with a human tongue for he was doing his reaping long before humans inhabited this world. The reaper system has been working since time began, and working perfectly. Until now, the turn of the twenty first century; and the youngest of the three gods of death has decided to change the system. This change could bring on Armageddon. This change could doom humankind. As I've already said his name is unpronounceable; I call him Atkinson and you already have had dealings with this beast. You know that feeling when you are falling in your sleep, and you wake just before you hit the ground. That is Atkinson twanging your mortal cord that one day he will cut in his realm and you will die in yours. As midnight chimes in the new century an uncontrollable beast waits to take control and to bring darkness upon the land and the only thing in it's way is a police officer, an accountant, a pathologist, a young reporter and Sarah (Known to her alternative friends as Slab girl). Can humans battle angry gods. We shall see, let battle commence .
Autorenporträt
John Paul Bernett was born and raised in South Leeds in Yorkshire England. His upbringing in that part of the world is something he is proud of and was one of rugby and hard times. South Leeds in the 1950s and 1960s was a hard place to live but in his mind a great place to grow up. At school he was an underachiever but later found that he suffered badly from dyslexia. In art he excelled even to the extent of having a painting of Tutankhamen's Death mask hang in Leeds art gallery for a short time. Art was to be his chosen career but his dyslexia held him back as he was ungraded in English and Maths which stopped his progression to art school. He had began to write stories from being about eight years old but would never show them to anyone for fear of the laughter he had to endure throughout his school life. As soon as a story was finished it was torn into pieces and he would begin another. This carried on throughout his adult life until he met his wife Beverly. While writing one evening she came up to him and asked what he was doing. The book was immediately closed and he advised her of his phobia of people seeing his work. To cut a long story short she got to see his work and liked it. As she was a radiology transcriptionist and typing was her forte she began to edit the story he was working on and before long Atkinson's Administration his first novel was born. It was published in 2012 and was well received. Although his dyslexia hampers his reading ability; now he has Beverly it doesn't affect his writing any more and his stories are read all over the world