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In fairy tales
The Amazing Maurice and his Educated Rodents, Terry Pratchett
'And our lady friend, she thinks life works like a fairy tale.''Well, that’s harmless, isn’t it?'
'Yeah, but in fairy tales, when someone dies... it’s just a word.'"
We, who are about to die
Night Watch, Terry Pratchett
We who think we are about to die will laugh at anything.
It's called Life
The Last Continent, Terry Pratchett
It is said that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. That is true, it's called Life.
But I'm me
Small Gods, Terry Pratchett
The light was brilliant, crystalline, in a black sky filled with stars.'Ah. There really is a desert. Does everyone get this?' said Brutha.
WHO KNOWS?
'And what is at the end of the desert?'
JUDGEMENT.
Brutha considered this.
'Which end?'
Death grinned and stepped aside.
What Brutha had thought was a rock in the sand was a hunched figure, sitting clutching its knees. It looked paralysed with fear.
He stared.
'Vorbis?' he said.
He looked at Death.
'But Vorbis died a hundred years ago!'
YES. HE HAD TO WALK IT ALL ALONE. ALL ALONE WITH HIMSELF. IF HE DARED.
'He's been here for a hundred years?'
POSSIBLY NOT. TIME IS DIFFERENT HERE. IT IS... MORE PERSONAL.
'Ah. You mean a hundred years can pass like a few seconds?'
A HUNDRED YEARS CAN PASS LIKE INFINITY.
The black-on-black eyes stared imploringly at Brutha, who reached out automatically, without thinking... and then hesitated.
HE WAS A MURDERER, said Death. AND A CREATOR OF MURDERERS. A TORTURER. WITHOUT PASSION. CRUEL. CALLOUS. COMPASSIONLESS.
'Yes. I know. He's Vorbis,' said Brutha. Vorbis changed people. Sometimes he changed them into dead people. But he always changed them. That was his triumph.
He sighed.
'But I'm me,' he said.
Vorbis stood up, uncertainly, and followed Brutha across the desert.
Death watched them walk away.
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