This is a story set in the same world as Reaper. If you have not read Reaper, I suggest reading it before this. I apologize in advance for any grammatical or spelling errors. Please enjoy this new story.

The demons have been dormant for 100 years. Now they are back, stronger than ever. And they don't need the cover of darkness anymore.

Dedicated to all the people who helped me at camp this year. You are all truly special. And to George Bailey. Thanks for the card games.

This is a story written by one of my IRL friends. I've been editing it as well as making it make sense. so, my friend asked me to publish it for you all. Anyway, enjoy The House of Ivory and Ice. I apologise in advance for any spelling/grammatical errors.

NOTE FROM THE FRIEND: HI! this is my first real piece of writing, if anything is unclear at any point please comment or sum like that. i really hope you like it... constructive criticism only please (fragile ego over here) anyways, enjoy <3

Eliza Mayheart, a 15-year-old from New York City is thrust into the world of high magix and sorcery after a ‘stupid teenage mistake’. She gets enrolled at Grimrose Academy, where her signs of high magix are frugal compared to her successful peers. Eliza also starts to have strange dreams. Their meaning remains unclear as she starts to question whether her magix exists, or is just too great for someone like her to control.

I had never dreamed that I, Death personified, would find something to kneel before, but then I never imagined her. The way her eyes met mine, unafraid and filled with unholy power. I was instantly captured and nothing in any realm could keep me from kneeling before the true queen of death. She took my face in her hands, forcing me to rise. "Remind me," she whispered, her lips brushing against mine, "how I'm yours."