She has a killer voice.

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Seventeen-year-old Myra just wants to knit, drink coffee, and--who knows--maybe even kiss a boy. But instead, she and her womanizing partner Jack, the original Jack of the Lantern, reap souls for a living. Yay banshee servitude (Insert eye roll here.)

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As if singing souls into their forever sleep wasn't bad enough, something weird is going on with the spirits of St. Louis. Normally harmless ghosts are becoming increasingly violent. Myra discovers the cause of their agitation is an escaped demon who will stoop at nothing to find the key to unleash hell on earth.

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The key in question? Myra herself.