" Reapers are the hands of Death. Death might be the judge, but the Reapers are the executioners. They police all Fae." " So kill the bastards." Taraeth glanced at his glass. " MNo one knows who the Reapers are. No one as even seen Death. We can't fight what we don't see or know." " So... you're afraid of some whispers?" " What do you think has been hunting the Fae besides the Kings? The Reapers." Mikkel made a sound at the back of his throat. " Has anyone ever seen one of these Reapers?" " You see one, you die." " Of course you do," Mikkel scoffed. "