Мор - ученик смерти

           Dutycalledouttohimthroughthepinkmistsinhishead.Hegrabbedthesecondglassandstaredatit.Thesandwasnearlyallgone.

           Theglassitselfwaspatternedwithlotuspetals.WhenMortflickeditwithhisfingeritwent’Ommm’.

           HeranacrossthecracklingsnowtoBinkyandhurledhimselfintothesaddle.Thehorsethrewuphishead,reared,andlauncheditselftowardsthestars.

           Greatsilentstreamersofblueandgreenflamehungfromtheroofoftheworld.CurtainsofoctarineglowdancedslowlyandmajesticallyovertheDiscasthefireoftheAuroraCoriolis,thevastdischargeofmagicfromtheDisc’sstandingfield,eartheditselfinthegreenicemountainsoftheHub.

           ThecentralspireofCoriCelesti,homeofthegods,wasatenmilehighcolumnofcoldcoruscatingfire.

           Itwasasightseenbyfewpeople,andMortwasn’toneofthem,becausehelaylowoverBinky’sneckandclungonforhislifeastheypoundedthroughthenightskyaheadofacomettrailofsteam.

           TherewereothermountainsclusteredaroundCori.Bycomparisontheywerenomorethantermitemounds,althoughinrealityeachonewasamajesticassortmentofcols,ridges,faces,cliffs,screesandglaciersthatanynormalmountainrangewouldbehappytoassociatewith.

           Amongthehighestofthem,attheendofafunnel-shapedvalley,dwelttheListeners.