"Waver?" Puzzlement briefly subdued the rattling terror that clamped onto Rincewind's mind like a vice. He blinked owlishly and made a mad grab for some infinitesimal amount of self-control. He stopped shaking. That was a start. He tried to say something else, but gibbered. It seemed his eyes wouldn't move. They were glued straight ahead at... at-
He let himself be hauled to a kneeling position. Rincewind feebly grasped for Waver's shoulder and tried to turn him. "I don't want to be here," he whimpered, making a desperate effort to struggle to his feet. He was trying to push Waver, to usher him away from this madness. He wanted to run. THEY needed to run before the things... before they-
RINCEWIND. It was a voice unlike any other. It was cold and sharp. It leaped directly into the mind, ignoring the ears and bypassing the whole sound wave business all together. A figure broke from the forming masses of shadow. It was roughly human-sized and it held a scythe. It was how Rincewind had envisioned Death. WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?
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He let himself be hauled to a kneeling position. Rincewind feebly grasped for Waver's shoulder and tried to turn him. "I don't want to be here," he whimpered, making a desperate effort to struggle to his feet. He was trying to push Waver, to usher him away from this madness. He wanted to run. THEY needed to run before the things... before they-
RINCEWIND. It was a voice unlike any other. It was cold and sharp. It leaped directly into the mind, ignoring the ears and bypassing the whole sound wave business all together. A figure broke from the forming masses of shadow. It was roughly human-sized and it held a scythe. It was how Rincewind had envisioned Death. WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?