Мор - ученик смерти

           ’You’renotsupposedtolikeit,you’resupposedto–die,’saidthethief,advancing.

           ’Idon’tthinkI’mduetodie,’saidMort,backingaway.’I’msureIwouldhavebeentold.’

           ’Yeah,’saidthethief,whowasgettingfedupwiththis.’Yeah,well,youhavebeen,haven’tyou?Greatsteamingelephantturds!’

           Morthadjuststeppedbackwardsagain.Throughawall.

           TheleadingthiefglaredatthesolidstonethathadswallowedMort,andthenthrewdownhisknife.

           ’Well,––––me,’hesaid.’A––––ingwizard.Ihate––––ingwizards!’

           ’Youshouldn’t––––them,then,’mutteredoneofhishenchmen,effortlesslypronouncingarowofdashes.

           Thethirdmemberofthetrio,whowasalittleslowofthinking,said,’Here,hewalkedthroughthewall!’

           ’Andwebinfollowinghimforages,too,’mutteredthesecondone.’Fineoneyouare,Pilgarlic.IsaidIthoughthewasawizard,onlywizards’dwalkroundherebythemselves.DintIsayhelookedlikeawizard?Isaid—’

           ’You’resayingagooddealtoomuch,’growledtheleader.

           ’Isawhim,hewalkedrightthroughthewallthere—’

           ’Oh,yeah?’