Мор - ученик смерти

           NOFURTHERTHANTHETHICKNESSOFASHADOW,aidDeath.WHERETHEFIRSTPRIMALCELLWAS,THEREWASIALSO.WHEREMANIS,THEREAMI.

           WHENTHELASTLIFECRAWLSUNDERFREEZINGSTARS,THEREWILLIBE.

           ’Ah,’saidLezek,’yougetaboutabit,then.’Helookedpuzzled,likeamanstrugglingtoremembersomethingimportant,andthenobviouslygaveup.

           DeathpattedhimontheshoulderinafriendlyfashionandturnedtoMort.

           HAVEYOUANYPOSSESSIONS,BOY?

           ’Yes,’saidMort,andthenremembered.’OnlyIthinkIleftthemintheshop.Dad,weleftthesackintheclothesshop!’

           ’It’llbeshut,’saidLezek.’Shopsdon’topenonHogswatchDay.You’llhavetogobackthedayaftertomorrow–well,tomorrownow.’

           ITisOFLITTLEACCOUNT,saidDeath.WEWILLLEAVENOW.NODOUBTIWILLHAVEBUSINESSHERESOONENOUGH.

           ’Ihopeyou’llbeabletodropinandseeussoon,’saidLezek.Heseemedtobestrugglingwithhisthoughts.

           ’I’mnotsurethatwillbeagoodidea,’saidMort.

           ’Well,goodbye,lad,’saidLezek.’You’retodowhatyou’retold,youunderstand?And–excuseme,sir,doyouhaveason?’