Death comes for everybody, that’s a simple fact in life. Fate designs and sets your ending, something not many people believe in. As the saying goes, “I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.” Cecilia Adams was but one of many who believed in that ideal. She was but one of many who discovered how wrong they were. ------------------ “Let’s make a deal,” Sors said. “If you manage to survive for an entire year, despite everything I throw at you, I’ll let Mors ferry away your soul.” Cecilia eyed the Goddess of Fate, wary. “And if I don’t?” A cruel smile graced the deity’s lips. “You’re mine to do with as I please.”