Pitch
Charlie and his artsy friend group accidentally go on a quest to scold the gods after he discovers his soulmate is Death

Genre
urban fantasy

Vibes
surreal, humorous, sincere

Status
second draft

Currently
tagging metadata and alpha reader feedback

Wordcount
153,552

Plot
polishing off

Worlbuild
building out

Characters
fleshing out

Opening
Charlie opened the door with a half-formed apology for whoever’d had to ring his doorbell three times on such a nasty night. When he saw the slight figure on the doorstep, though, the words died away in the rain. His knees buckled, and he clung to the doorknob to keep upright.

“Please,” she said, “can I come in?”

She had never spoken when he had dreamt of her as a child.