A review by ebonyramsdale
Keturah and Lord Death by Martine Leavitt

3.0

“Doesn’t Lord Death own my every breath? Doesn’t thinking of him make me glad of a single day? His voice is cold at first, John. It seems unfeeling. But if you listen without fear, you find that when he speaks, the most ordinary words become poetry. When he stands close to you, your life becomes a song, a praise. When he touches you, your smallest talents become gold; the most ordinary loves break your heart with their beauty.”