This is the first book series in the Death's choice Chronicles. The afterlife is definitely not what I expected, I know for a fact that I died. My insurance company, EIC, pulled the rug out from under me while I was getting a tune-up. I remember talking to the doctor about how I was getting murdered in the most boring way possible, let me tell you, death by bureaucracy is no way for anyone to go. Making the most of my situation, I planted the seeds of revenge by giving my life insurance payout to a pair of determined young women with explicit instructions to raise hell. After I made sure EIC’s executives were going to have a headache for the next century and informed Antone, my former insurance agent, that he was getting jack squat from my corpse. I shuffled off this mortal coil with only a bit less regret, knowing I sowed the seeds of rebellion in the medical field, I moved on to see which set of gates awaited me. Now I didn’t find myself at either the pearly gates or the brimstone fields, rather I found myself at the outskirts of a city? Instead of finding nirvana or reaching enlightenment, I found a twisted heap of concrete, weird metal and broken time. Instead of being greeted by the singing of angels or the howling of demons, I was met with the silence of an empty world. I did find a growing sensation that I was about to be even deader meat if I didn’t hall ass into that twisted heap of a city! On my way to whatever was driving me into the bowels of the city, I found some magic tools, don’t ask me how, they just fell into my lap ok. Oh, and I went from being a respectable, dignified hundred and fifty-eight-year-old gentleman, to a twelve-year-old BRAT! I’m not sure where I am or what I’m supposed to do. There is one thing I am certain of though, I’m supposed to be here. What scares me is, I don’t remember if it was my choice to be here or if it was another’s judgment.