![]() “You think I am so wicked, don't you? A monster. Would you like to be Death? Would you like to live in this house and learn his trade?” When you kill, you become Death, and so Death wears a thousand faces, a thousand robes, a thousand gazes.” He loosened his grip. I will break your neck and cover you with my jar of dirt. He clapped my throat in his hand, squeezing until I could not breathe…I whistled and wheezed, beating at his chest, and my vision blurred, thick as blood. ![]() What an exceptionally stupid child!” Suddenly he moved very fast, like a turtle after a spider-such unexpected movement from a thing so languid and round. You’ve been moping over half the world looking for Death as though that word meant anything but cold bodies and mushrooms growing out of young girls’ eye-sockets. A dour, thin face with bony hands? I’ve more bones in this house than you could ever count. ![]() “Are you disappointed? Did you want a man in black robes? I’m sure I’ve a set somewhere. ![]() Death translates us all into earth.” He frowned at me, his cheeks puffing slightly. ![]()
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