“To die among the stars is the most glorious death, is it not?” “Yes, Lord Horologe.” There was a blur from my side and the Timekeeper slapped my face. “Nonsense!” he roared. “I won’t listen to such nonsense from you!” He walked over to the window and rapped the glass pane with his knuckles. “Cities such as Neverness are glorious,” he said. “And the ocean at sunset, or deep winter’s firefalls—these things are glorious. Death is death; death is horror. There’s no glory when the time runs out and the ticking stops, do you hear me? There’s only blackness and the hell of everlasting nothingness.
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