Azrael left the Book of the Dead sitting on the waiting-room table and attempted to make himself comfortable on a hard plastic chair. “Search through the names. Do any of them stand out to you? No one holds us to a work schedule in the traditional sense, but it is best not to let the dust settle. The Ahemait do not sleep, and every moment we’re not in the trenches they claim another soul.”
Book of the DeadThe weight of Azrael’s words pulled on Riley’s shoulders as he attempted to comprehend working from then until the end of time. Could he never take a break without questioning whether he was condemning someone to some version of hell? He opened the book and turned a page.
Names did not appear in any logical order. They were neither chronological nor alphabetical, and he could not guess
