Death (The Four Horsemen, #4)

by Laura Thalassa

Life and death, the lovers. “They are inextricably bound in each other,” Death says now, noticing where my attention has wandered.

“Life and death are lovers, kismet,” he whispers, shifting my hips to align us. “We are lovers. It has always been this way. It will always be this way.”

“Life and Death are lovers, Lazarus. There is no end for us, no me without you, and no you without me. You are the one exception to all of this. My one exception. I can reap the world … but I cannot—will not—take you with the rest. I will not leave you at all.”

The horseman’s expression turns distant, and I can see Death as he must appear to others—remote, remorseless, and uncompromising.

A single person can change your life. As a human, you can love deeply enough to doom humanity. Or redeem it.

They always choose each other in the end.”