Мор - ученик смерти

           ’Yeah!’

           ’Rightthroughit,dintyousee?’

           ’Thinkyou’resharp,doyou?’

           ’Sharpenough,cometothat!’

           Theleaderscoopedhisknifeoutofthedirtinonesnakymovement.

           ’Sharpasthis?’

           Thethirdthieflurchedovertothewallandkickedithardafewtimes,whilebehindhimtherewerethesoundsofscuffleandsomedampbubblingnoises.

           ’Yep,it’sawallokay,’hesaid.That’sawallifeverIsawone.Howd’youthinktheydoit,lads?’

           ’Lads?’

           Hetrippedoverthepronebodies.

           ’Oh,’hesaid.Slowashismindwas,itwasquickenoughtorealisesomethingveryimportant.HewasinabackalleyinTheShades,andhewasalone.Heranforit,andgotquitealongway.

           Deathwalkedslowlyacrosstilesinthelifetimerroom,inspectingtheserriedrowsofbusyhourglasses.Albertfolloweddutifullybehindwiththegreatledgeropeninhisarms.

           Thesoundroaredaroundthem,avastgreywaterfallofnoise.