"Oh, it's not me. It's my life. He's after my life." He stopped. The figures had crept nearer like an encroaching darkness on a dying light. Slowly, drearily he continued. "Yours too. It's only a matter of time."
Like a noose, the note of fatalism hanged in the air.
Of all the things Rincewind feared, it was Death he feared the most. He could survive anything if he ran fast enough, but he can't outrun Death. And really, when he smoothed the rough parts of life out, whatever hadn't killed him, usually hurt a lot anyway. Life, he quietly mused, was like sentence. Rincewind's just happened to be a run-on. Death, he thought, was that final period that put a stop to the whole mess.
Speaking of Death, the skeletal figure grinned. He couldn't help it. It pointed its scythe directly at Waver. NEITHER OF YOU CAN ESCAPE ME. IT'S JUST LIKE HE SAID. I WILL BE THERE. WAITING.
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Like a noose, the note of fatalism hanged in the air.
Of all the things Rincewind feared, it was Death he feared the most. He could survive anything if he ran fast enough, but he can't outrun Death. And really, when he smoothed the rough parts of life out, whatever hadn't killed him, usually hurt a lot anyway. Life, he quietly mused, was like sentence. Rincewind's just happened to be a run-on. Death, he thought, was that final period that put a stop to the whole mess.
Speaking of Death, the skeletal figure grinned. He couldn't help it. It pointed its scythe directly at Waver. NEITHER OF YOU CAN ESCAPE ME. IT'S JUST LIKE HE SAID. I WILL BE THERE. WAITING.