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"The dead never bothered me. That honor was reserved for the living."

I thought I was human. Apparently, I was wrong.

I didn't even know there were non-humans. Others, they're called. Fairies, vampires, even the bogeyman... they're all real. At least, that's what the werewolf told me when I saved her from the cops.

Did I mention that I saved a werewolf? And those weren't just cops trying to kill her -- they're a deadly cult with the sole purpose of capturing and exterminating Others. Especially me.

My name is Gideon Black, and I'm not human. I am the DeathSpeaker.

And I am so screwed.