“But . . .you were the fifth horseman of the Apocalypse!” “And I bet you can’t remember my name.” Lu-Tze hesitated. “No,” he said. “I don’t think I ever heard it.” The fifth horseman turned around. His eyes were black. Completely black. Shiny, and black, and without any whites at all. “My name,” said the fifth horseman, “is . . .” “Yes?” “My name is Ronnie.”
