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“I’ve never seen Death actually at work.” “Not many have,” said Albert. “Not twice, at any rate.”
as common sense overruled the other five.
THAT’S MORTALS FOR YOU, Death continued. THEY’VE ONLY GOT A FEW YEARS IN THIS WORLD AND THEY SPEND THEM ALL IN MAKING THINGS COMPLICATED FOR THEMSELVES. FASCINATING
“That’s my daughter,” said the king. “I ought to feel sad. Why don’t I?” EMOTIONS GET LEFT BEHIND. IT’S ALL A MATTER OF GLANDS.
“What’s happened to him?” said Mort. ONLY HE KNOWS, said Death. COME. “My granny says that dying is like going to sleep,” Mort added, a shade hopefully. I WOULDN’T KNOW. I HAVE DONE NEITHER.
“Are you going to send me home?” he said. Death reached down and swung him up behind the saddle. BECAUSE YOU SHOWED COMPASSION? NO. I MIGHT HAVE DONE IF YOU HAD SHOWN PLEASURE. BUT YOU MUST LEARN THE COMPASSION PROPER TO YOUR TRADE. “What’s that?” A SHARP EDGE.
Funny thing about eyebrows, he mused. You never really noticed them until they’d gone.
“As simple as that? You didn’t use magic?” “Only common sense. It’s a lot more reliable in the long run.”
And that bloody monkey goes to a circus, first thing!” “Oook?”
“It’s all in your own mind!” yelled Ysabell. “You’re whatever you think you are!”
He remembered being summoned into reluctant existence at the moment the first creature lived, in the certain knowledge that he would outlive life until the last being in the universe passed to its reward, when it would then be his job, figuratively speaking, to put the chairs on the tables and turn all the lights off.
