My name is Tim Reaper. My true name is unpronounceable to human beings, so don't ask. I do odd jobs for money and oftentimes nice things get blasted, burned, rolled, and crumpled into cubes while I'm working. Rugged bad-ass things like a shiny new 375 horsepower Ford Explorer Police Interceptor? Well, you get the picture.
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Rabid Transit: A Tim Reaper Story
FantasyTim Reaper and Detective Sergeant Carol Sparks are on a mission from God. And lately, God has taken up residence in an eight-year-old girl named Charlotte who has tasked them with catching the train to hell, unveiling the bad guy who remains hidden...
