After I landed, I was surprised to find myself being able to
stand up. At least, until I saw my body smeared over the jagged sandstone.
“David McCoy?”
I turned around. Black robe, skeletal hand, that giant blade
thingy…
“Who… What are you?”
“I am Death.”
“I’ll speak up then!”
It didn’t move.
“I bet they all say that.”
“You’re the exactly forty-ninth million English
speaker to make that exact… comment. Chaxouti speakers made a Deadly slash Tasty
comment.”
“I’ve never heard of that language.”
“When Deadly and Tasty sound the same, you don’t tend to
make it.”
It swung.
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