I was scared to death I couldn't... get back!
Some things are meant to be, and death is natural for humans.
I was thinking even someone who doesn't fear death, fears something else.
I do try not to mourn his death too sadly.
Long ago, before her death, when he'd had a family.
"Kathleen was taken and I'm frightened to death for her," Martha reported.
Yet, he felt her death was not the answer.
All will end in death, all!
Nobody wanted this to happen, but don't let his death be a complete loss.
She felt death within him, as she had with her cat Snickers after a car ran him over.
Many a man is harassed to death to pay the rent of a larger and more luxurious box who would not have frozen to death in such a box as this.
Death is a part of the risk we take.
He won't need to destroy ME, for if I don't get something to eat pretty soon I shall starve to death, and so save him the trouble.
The images in her mind were of a little boy dying in the street, of Jake's death, of the deaths of many others.
You've only been strangled nearly to death and gone through a terrible scare.
In fact, until the death of her family, she rarely ever dreamed – or at least didn't remember them.
He reminded her of Jonny when her brother had learned of his father's death last summer.
It was the idea that I would never have one... the death of a dream, I guess.
"I'm thinking there are worse things than death," he replied.
Yes, death is an awakening!
After the death of Gracchus, a conservative government under Sulla withdrew the subsidy, but shortly afterward, in a period of great unrest, restored it, and two hundred thousand persons stood in line.
A man's face, a woman in the hospital on her death bed, their children surrounding them.
"What mortal doesn't fear death?" the Watcher asked, his brow furrowing.
Jule was beginning to think death was better than his weakened state.
I said, "No; because, if there were no death, our world would soon be so crowded with living creatures that it would be impossible for any of them to live comfortably."
His death wasn't a pleasant one.
He knew from experience the tormenting expectation of terror and death the cornet was suffering and knew that only time could help him.
"Found her!" the death dealer called.
Maybe it was his looming death, or maybe it was the energy from her cool touch that calmed him from the inside out, but he wondered what life would've been like had his family survived.
The worst thing was their terror of reaching the bottom of this great crack in the earth, and the natural fear that sudden death was about to overtake them at any moment.
Now, go take your shower before you catch your death of cold.
The next two letters were written just after the death of Mr. John P. Spaulding.
Death is the only definite, and so it's the first vision you see until you hone your skills.
It was the last spiritual struggle between life and death, in which death gained the victory.
You hear his body speak of the death in him?
Look, I may not be Death, but I'm his mate.
Before his death, Pol Pot conceded that his regime certainly killed people, but ''to say that millions died is too much.''
So far, her only knowledge of death is in connection with things to eat.
Be it life or death, we crave only reality.
I inherited it from him on his death, he started.
It's death to go in.
When my aunt practically insisted he visit me, I was scared to death wondering what he knew or why he wanted to come.
Occasionally amid these memories temptations of the devil would surge into her imagination: thoughts of how things would be after his death, and how her new, liberated life would be ordered.
Of late he had received so many new and very serious impressions--such as the retreat from Smolensk, his visit to Bald Hills, and the recent news of his father's death--and had experienced so many emotions, that for a long time past those memories had not entered his mind, and now that they did, they did not act on him with nearly their former strength.
Did the press make the connection with her death and her position at the call center?
The death visions, the distrust everyone on the planet had for a soul-reader, the inability to eat … they were nothing compared to helping a man find his soul again.
He was more and more appalled by the memories afflicting his brother, what he'd gone through since his supposed death.
He stood at ease before her, unconcerned with teaching her to kill then exposing himself to death at her hands.
She had none before her death.
No one will challenge Death to kill her.
She'd been on the verge of dying, discussing how her impending death forced her to decide whether she wanted to live or mourn.
She's in a stasis right now, caught between life and death.
Her first thought was that he was sending her to Death as a means of torturing her or at least, nailing home the point that he had won this round with Gabriel.
I was terrified of Gabriel, knowing he was Death.
Her instincts were at full alarm, but she didn't understand what she had to fear from Gabriel's death dealers.
The death dealer rose.
The death dealer disappeared.
The woman whose death by his hand had landed him here in Hell.
He shrugged, not nearly as concerned with her life or death as she was.
His head was burning, he felt himself bleeding to death, and he saw above him the remote, lofty, and everlasting sky.
Drive all three to death but get me there in three hours.
Man can be master of nothing while he fears death, but he who does not fear it possesses all.
As he listened he did not think of Prince Andrew, nor of death, nor of what she was telling.
He does something weird with computers, electricity and maybe death rays.
During the interim we learned the sad news of the death of the Alabama Deputy Sheriff who was shot multiple times after stopping the kidnapper of eight year old Jennifer Morley.
While saddened by Jennie Lohr's death, we were elated with the capture of her abductor.
"Move on a hundred yards and we are certainly saved, remain here another two minutes and it is certain death," thought each one.
Tomorrow is the one-year anniversary of our father's death, and we made a pact a few months ago to go there every year at the same time.
"I may freeze to death tonight," he warned.
Before I left New York, these bright days were darkened by the greatest sorrow that I have ever borne, except the death of my father.
"No, friend," said a pleasant and, as it seemed to Prince Andrew, a familiar voice, "what I say is that if it were possible to know what is beyond death, none of us would be afraid of it.
She thought he was speaking of Russia, or Prince Andrew, of herself, of his grandson, or of his own death, and so she could not guess his words.
The father beat him near to death, people said.
Only a few minutes ago she had flaunted death.
I didn't mean to yell at you, but you nearly scared me to death.
Again she had avoided death.
I must be boring you to death.
Allen nearly strangled her to death.
We'll freeze to death.
I know how you like to scrutinize a thing to death.
Time to be with his mother, and time to get over his father's death.
He thinks I'm responsible for his father's death.
Deep inside she did feel responsible, but not for Mr. Marsh's death.
I hold myself responsible for her death.
I don't want to bore you to death.
I'm about to starve to death.
So that was why Cade felt responsible for his mothers' death.
Just the prospect frightens me to death.
I feel badly for him and he's such a sweet guy; I love him to death!
He hardly knows the woman and you heard what Martha said; she still holds a grudge over what she perceived as Howie's carelessness that caused her daughter's kidnapping and death.
It's like we're responsible for her death.
My wife proceeded to say how sorry we were about his mother's death.
He's obsessed about his sister's death.
He'd forgone the trip to pick me up, afraid he'd miss a call for information on his sister's death.
She'd summoned Quinn home from California to tell us, unknowingly bringing him to his death.
To the house where I grew up, at the time of Annie's death.
While the killer's intentions were unknown, we knew Howie thwarted them both to their death.
Do you ever feel guilty about her death?
You can't blame yourself for your father's death.
Sweetheart, I'm sitting in your car bleeding to death.
You think I want all this death?
Every vision she'd had, even when Jake touched her, had been of death.
She's bleeding to death!
There was a reason he banned thoughts of Darian and Claire from his mind, an instinct he'd never been able to face in all the years since Darian's death.
His visions were more than just his death; they were the first-person experience of the torturing and killing of many, many others, as if she were mutilating others.
And he smiled, a cold smile that did not reach the death in his eyes.
It was a death sentence, and Damian saw the realization in Jake's eyes before the newbie left for the weapons room.
Jake's death flashed through her thoughts.
Jake's death is not your fault.
Damian wrapped his arm around her and held her close for a moment, torn between thoughts of her naked and thoughts of his brother's death.
But did any man deserve death?
"So much death," she whispered.
She stared at the embroidered tablecloth, tormented by the scent of food she couldn't eat and the visions of death and betrayal that left an acrid taste in her mouth.
His wife's death was by his own hand.
I just signed their death warrants, and you think I'd stoop so low as to point the gun at someone because I'm jealous?
He paced, mind racing with memories he could no longer suppress, thoughts of his brother, of Claire, of Darian's death.
Claire was all that remained of his brother, and he'd loved her out of respect for a man whose death he'd never been able to accept.
He was reliving the pain of Darian's death, sickened by his own cowardice.
"Darian's death is not your fault," Dusty said in a hushed tone.
It was a war his family had been fighting for millennia, one that wouldn't end even with his death.
She saw nothing but death and the darkness in every soul she ran across.
She stirred from her trance at the voice, mind replaying scenes of Darian's death.
She didn't want to see more death.
She'd just have to starve to death.
Even after thousands of years he was reliving the pain of his brother's death.
"If you all are on the side of good, why is there so much death?" she demanded.
Damian closed his eyes to the heat and light, tormented by his brother's death and his own cowardice.
At one point after his brother's death, he'd considered making Claire his queen.
So much death in this world.
With Claire's death, he'd avenged his brother and righted the wrong made thousands of years ago.
He no longer needed to feel as if he still dwelt in the shadow of Darian's death.
The death around her disturbed her, and danger hung in the air.
She grabbed Traci's hand, and she picked her way through the death until she found the vamp she sought.
She started toward the road, away from the field of death.
When spent, she lay still, willing sleep or death to take her.
The man hiding in the corner of her mind, he whose death plagued Damian for thousands of years.
He wasn't part of the plan to kill him, but he found out from Claire when they met shortly before Darian's death.
The death of innocents, the weakness of a man's honor, heart or soul.
The death dealer looked at her.
Deidre had no bad interactions with the death dealer, but she suspected anyone who betrayed Gabriel wouldn't be interested in helping her.
A portal was open, and the second death dealer was waiting.
Deidre felt Harmony's light touch as the death dealer brushed her hair aside.
The death dealer stripped off his shirt and weapons to display a muscular body.
The death dealer snatched his shirt and left quickly.
Death was a dark, towering, muscular figure in the living area of her apartment, clothed in black and wearing an expression that mirrored what she felt.
First the death dealers attacking her, now Gabriel.
"One of your death dealers attacked me," she told him.
She hesitated, though, not wanting to walk into another trap of Harmony's death dealers.
It was too easy of a death for the first Ancient.
He cannot enter Death's domain or other areas of the Immortal world without invitation.
Darkyn was right; she still had feelings for Death, and she didn't know what to do about them.
Hell has one, and Death does as well.
She had one focus: to be with you in a way you couldn't be together when she was Death.
"I've got news for you, Death," she said in a lighter tone.
She focused on him in interest, wondering what Death could possibly need from her.
She didn't expect Death to listen.
"If I can win over the Dark One, you can win over Death," she added.
You feared death, and I dangled hope in front of you.
She didn't recognize the two men before her, but they were dressed much like the two death dealers that tried to turn her over to Harmony in her old apartment.
"Harmony," Deidre said at the sight of the female death dealer.
Last time, the death dealer wasn't interested in her.
You aren't Death anymore.
Any deal I make will be sealed by Death's magic.
The death dealer paled.
Deidre guessed the death dealer knew enough about Darkyn to fear him.
Harmony tossed her head towards the death dealer holding Selyn.
One of the death dealers took Deidre's arm and waited.
The death dealer yanked her back against him, his one hand roaming down her side.
She gave a sidelong glance to Harmony as the death dealer joined them.
Will you cut out this shit and stop frightening this child to death?
He's scared me half to death over the years with his antics.
They had knocked heads and locked wills over the death of a Bird Song guest during the prior January's Ice Climbing Festival when bitter words were exchanged.
Alice was a geranium Cynthia had lovingly rescued from certain death by frost last September when the rest of the couple's first-year garden succumbed to the advancing seasons.
You sound like my wife, but 'Any man's death diminishes me because I'm involved in mankind.'
'No man's death diminishes me because I won't let it!'
He looked scared to death, Cynthia said, taking her husband's arm.
He never got used to death, especially the young.
As he looked over his shoulder, his rescuers were already at work on the death scene.
He was happy to be out of the dining room where Brandon Westlake and Pumpkin Green, both distraught over Billy Langstrom's death, were pressing Dean for details.
Dean had no intention of specifically mentioning Billy Langstrom, though the young man's death was on everyone's mind.
It's not as if I wasn't in police work long enough to know that, but Billy's death was such a god-awful waste of a young life.
Time was when this area's families spent their lives here, from birth to death with the soil providing their sustenance and the earth the riches, at least for a few.
If Fitzgerald was involved with Billy's death, some official should investigate and do something about it.
She turned abruptly and asked, fire in her eyes, "What did you say to him about Billy's death?"
Did he actually say he thinks you caused Billy's death?
If he could only be sure it wasn't Lydia who'd chased Billy Langstrom down the mountain, siren screaming, to his rolling, crushing death.
They both agreed it was further evidence that he was involved in the death of Billy Langstrom, but they remained uncertain about his involvement with Martha's bones.
I can't prove why you caused Billy Langstrom's death but I know you chased him off the road and I think I know why.
And he knows we suspect he may have chased Billy to his death.
She was scared to death I'd blackmail her with the picture I took of her sweater in Dickinson Faust's Jeep.
While she acted blasé about his life and death, Dean wondered if she were being entirely truthful with herself.
If you drink any more of that stuff, you'll pass out and maybe bleed to death inside.
It was an abridged version, excluding any mention of last night's session at Lydia's apartment but detailing the missing bones and Dean's suspicion concerning Billy Langstrom's death.
I can't see where there's near enough evidence to nail Fitzgerald over Billy's death, or that there ever will be.
He soon returned to announce that he was unable to confirm Josh Mulligan's death via the Internet social security death records.
There's lots of reasons those records don't pick up a death but it would be nice to see it listed there.
Now it was open season, as they had no idea of the skeleton's age—provided Jennifer Radisson's report of Josh Mulligan's later death was credible.
Pumpkin and some of Billy's friends thought there might be more to the young man's death than reported.
There's been some anonymous phone calls over Billy Langstrom's death.
Rumors still abounded concerning Billy's death.
Rumors continued to be rampant about his alleged culpability in Billy Langstrom's death.
But now that he's missing, I'm scared to death, wondering what he'll do next.
Did you agree to get him off the hook for Billy's death?
When Dean told Fred about Fitzgerald's death Fred immediately, in his best I-told-you-so tone, assigned the guilt to Lydia Larkin.
Pumpkin told me they thought he chased Billy down the mountain to his death!
Cynthia looked over at her husband, still unaware of Fitzgerald's death.
He couldn't help but remember her agitated state of mind after learning of Fitzgerald's death.
And he loved Billy, perhaps enough to kill the man he thought caused Billy's death.
It was the Deidre, the deity who ruled over Death's domain before turning it over to Gabriel.
Suspecting it had belonged to the goddess who was Death, Wynn still wasn't expecting anyone in their right mind to revive the most dreaded of the deities.
Even if slow, her death would spare her an eternity at the hands of a demon with insatiable bloodlust.
She struggled to recall what her real mother looked like or the day she became Death or even the day she met Gabriel.
Demon Law offers you no protection, Death's mate or not.
I don't need Death tracking me down.
The features she'd admired when she was Death she now saw as stunning.
He definitely never would've spoken to her like this, as if … …as if he was Death and she was not.
She never offered to heal him, either, when she had been Death and he was her servant.
He looked around, furious at Darkyn for earning the trust of people who didn't trust him in his new role as Death.
He was Death, after all, a deity in his own right.
She had violated his mind at every turn when she was Death.
Both death dealers bowed their heads without hesitation.
The highest ranking of his death dealers to defect, Harmony had been Gabriel's lover for months and his second-in-command since he took over the underworld.
"I'll determine who's at risk in about five minutes," Gabriel said firmly, eyes going to the waiting death dealers.
They seem to think if they can find it, they'll be able to replace you with a Death of their choice.
Gabriel frowned, unaware of anything that could push him from his position as Death.
All five of the death dealers were borderline about abandoning Gabriel.
The responsibility of Death weighed heavily on his shoulders.
A mate lying to him and death dealers deserting right and left.
The death dealer stared at him.
Gabriel acknowledged the request for a quick death.
When you become Death, your soul is rendered unnecessary.
Gabriel knew the secrets of all the brothers on the Council; there were things people told Death that they never revealed to anyone else.
Lost souls, shut out of the underworld, was the greatest nightmare for Death.
He had no idea how many rules she broke in her time as Death.
"Gabriel. I, uh, couldn't have him when I was Death," she murmured.
I ruled Death's domain for countless millennia.
Thousands of miles away, Gabriel was with one of his death dealers surveying the gruesome discovery.
On it was one soul, that of his brother Kris, who had given up his life to get Katie out of Death's underworld.
It never sat well with him that those charged with enforcing Death's mission served not out of choice but obligation to the deity that stole their souls.
His dark eyes went from her to Cora, and he lifted his chin in silent command to dismiss the death dealer.
Even if they got human-Deidre away from Darkyn, Darkyn could find and reclaim her anywhere she was hidden, outside of Death's underworld.
She was unaware of where she went until a death dealer faded from the surrounding forest.
The death dealer didn't challenge her, instead melting back into the forest shadows.
No deity or Immortal or living human ever welcomed or accepted Death, but the souls always had.
The female death dealer was exiting a portal.
She pushed herself to her feet, ignoring the death dealer's glare.
Deidre ignored the grunt the death dealer gave her in response.
The death dealer was gazing at her intently.
It was good that Cora had faith in Gabriel when he was losing death dealers who no longer believed in him.
For the first time in her life, Deidre pitied the death dealers.
He knew what souls the demons were after, and his death dealers were equipped with the soul compasses.
The longer he thought, the more he realized his frustration had nothing to do with his duties as Death.
He emerged beside the lake, where two death dealers stood over Cora.
I can help you with being Death.
Granted, he was Death, and she was offering a partnership running the underworld instead of deferring to him in his role in charge of the underworld.
I swear it on my duty as Death.
"You couldn't be Death if I didn't have your soul," she said.
How did you know it could complicate the role of Death?
He had done it every day he served her as her lead assassin and he was doing it now as Death.
"What brings Death to my door?" the Dark One asked, emerging from the hallway leading to the master bedroom.
Demons cannot pass through it, but your death dealers can.
Death and the Dark One stared at each other, assessing one another.
"One of your death dealers attacked me," she said.
If Darkyn told him about the death dealers attacking his mate, Gabriel would've ignored him.
His death dealers were around, ever-wary for signs of demons.
He had to remain a compassionate Death, one who understood what it was to live.
Afterwards, go get the death dealer Darkyn has and apply some pressure.
He didn't know if it was because of Darkyn or because of being attacked by death dealers that defected.
"If I can win over the Dark One, you can win over Death," said the mate of Darkyn.
Deidre knew the death dealer; she'd recruited all of them.
The death dealer paled and glanced at Deidre.
Harmony tossed her head towards the death dealer holding Darkyn's daughter.
Something was broken and for once, it wasn't Death's domain.
"I'm bringing five death dealers," Gabriel replied.
The Deidres were lured into the shadow world and ambushed by death dealers.
"Andre, do me a favor and interrogate the death dealer in the dungeon," Gabriel told the eldest of the brothers.
The death of Josh had underlined that thought.
He was probably thinking years ahead and wanted Carmen to handle it in event of his death.
There were, it seemed, worse things than death.
You scared me half to death.
She'd been on the verge of death for years.
I've yet to meet someone as brave in the face of death as you are.
It'll be a slow, painful death.
The decision made to face death soon, the only thing she hadn't quite worked out was how she planned to do it.
She commiserated with the brown-tinged blossoms left behind by other customers who didn't want to be so close to death.
Unable to outmaneuver death, she could at least take out her grief and anger on a poor little piece of mail.
Her destiny lies with Death.
Death was almost seven feet tall, built more solid than a tree trunk with hair and eyes darker than a moonless night.
Death-dealers operated off a sense of soul radar that pulled them like magnets to the lives that were on Death's list to be ended.
Not many people appreciated a sense of humor crafted over millennia as a sanctioned killer for Death.
I'm maintaining Death's routine.
A former-human running Death's domain?
It wasn't out of the realm of the possible that the information he needed was hidden in some sort of sadistic treasure hunt created by the sociopathic goddess who held the title of Death before him.
They moved out of his way as he strode through the wide hallways to the stairwell leading to the top floor, Death's floor.
Guessing the compass only worked in the mortal world, Gabe emplaced it around his neck before picking up the green emerald – the form a soul took after death – and peering at it.
Whoever owned the soul, he or she was important to find their way to Death's jewelry box.
It wasn't the normal greeting Death gave souls, but he was too frustrated to care.
She had to be, or he wouldn't have been able to assume her role as Death.
"There are four hundred and thirty three people within five kilometers waiting for Death," she said.
Death. I'm thinking about death.
Something about him made her feel comfortable, or she wouldn't be sitting alone with a man dressed like the angel of death on the beach after dark, revealing secrets she didn't tell her boyfriend of two years.
"If it helps, death is indiscriminate," he added.
Death is the most universal experience possible, true, but it's also the most personal.
Death lets you see the stars and the moon instead of how dark the night is.
"You'll face down death but not spend the night with me?" he teased.
She'd ensnared him with her laughter and touched him with her words about Death.
He'd never been guilty in his role as an assassin or as Death, until sitting with her on the beach.
I'm Death, and I said I'll survive?
"Is the hole in the sky sealed at least?" he asked, referring to the entry the demons had made into Death's underworld prior to his takeover.
"The magic binding it is Death's," he said.
Gabriel's temper was close to boiling over, for the umpteenth time since he inherited the responsibilities of Death.
Gabe nodded, forced to admit he no longer had any idea how to fix whatever was broken in Death's domain.
None of my dealers can either, if I can't be directly involved in her death.
Something about him touched her on a level that left her feeling at peace, as if he, too, understood what it was to face death each day and struggle to see the light instead of the surrounding darkness.
Whenever she felt overwhelmed from her oncoming death or the doctors' news, she ran to her room until she was strong enough to face the world again.
There was no sign of the gentle man who made love to her last night, nothing but the cold, stony features of death.
"Gabriel is Death," Rhyn said.
He wants to kill me, because he's Death and that's what Death does.
He had little time to redeem himself, and he kicked himself mentally for not walking into the room that would turn him into the Death he was supposed to be.
Death, a word, if you please.
Wynn's soul was an official debt she incurred, and Death would do its duty and repay.
The demons he sent to Death's underworld failed.
Darkyn took it, instantly recognizing the magic as Death's.
Death is going old school.
"Gabriel is Death," Deidre said the words carefully, slowly.
For what it's worth, Gabe was the most respected and longest serving assassin of Death before he got promoted.
You have flirted with Death for three years now.
"You're Death," she said quietly.
She'd imagined staring down Death before, but she never guessed it would be anything like this.
Which did she fear more: Death or the man behind the mask?
He held her gaze, and she had the sense that he was looking beyond her, to her soul, examining it as only Death could.
What happened to Death letting you see the stars and moon instead of how dark the night is?
Instead of a slow, fifty year death, it'll be three years.
Happiness causes her pain, the tumor to grow and eventually, death.
"I'd like to see how … Death handles her," Wynn continued.
Was she so wrong about Death?
She was barely holding it together knowing about Death and the Immortals.
So you're not Death anymore?
Deidre, you were Death for let's say, a zillion years.
That she was a deity, Death, who lived for thousands of years … None of that made sense.
Death … you used to take care of the really old angels, and Gabe visited the little ones all the time.
Not an easy thing to do when you're Death.
Deidre suspected the result of provoking either man was death to someone.
It seemed like death was the only way to make up for whatever past-Deidre did.
Death will not let you die-dead.
Of everyone she'd dealt with, he was the first to give her a real choice: Life or death.
Not the normal greeting for Death.
Gabriel was waiting with the patience of Death, though he'd started to tense, indicating his guard was going up once more.
But, I am not Death, Wynn added.
More like demon-induced death.
But Death on guard was something else entirely, and she wasn't going to be the second woman to revel in the heat of his arms this night.
She wanted to ask more about them and what happened after Death claimed someone, but it was a lot to deal with.
Suddenly, a blank check – even from Death – didn't seem like enough for what his one kiss might cost her.
How did they beat Death?
Granted, Death's soul radar just kicked in.
She really was dying a death he couldn't stop.
The death-dealer before him was newer, with less than a few decades in the service of Death.
It was a much kinder death than he deserved.
Distracted, Gabe began to think about how he might be able to save Deidre using the powers of Death.
All souls – even those of deities – came to Death eventually.
Death didn't live in the shadows as Gabriel had for the majority of his life.
Neither did Death sit back and wait to discover the information he needed to do his job.
All five of the death dealers on guard had drawn near the lake.
He'd always known the source of Death's magic was the souls, but he'd never seen his predecessor wield the light of the souls.
You'll pay for it later, Death, came the deity's amused response.
As if sensing Death was in the room, the string of lights fell away from the wall on one side.
Death smiled so faintly, she barely saw it.
You are between Death and well, Death, right now.
I wanted you to suffer a long, painful death and was willing to do whatever it took to make that a reality.
But you're … kinda scary, Gabriel, even if you weren't Death.
For once, things were going in Death's favor.
Death wasn't what she wanted.
Deidre considered how long it took for her to accept her impending death.
Deidre took a deep breath and faced the deity previously known as Death.
Gabriel's lover and master, the deity Death, materialized beside him at the Oracle's altar in the center of an ancient fortress in the Sanctuary.
He sensed Death's disapproval.
Death took her human form out of respect for the women of the convent-like Sanctuary that housed the Oracle.
At close to seven feet with eyes and hair blacker than night and a permanent scowl, he was what most expected Death to look like.
Death smiled serenely and placed her small hand on the book.
The only immortals on Death's list were those who were about to become dead-dead.
Death's hand hovered over the pages, and she turned them quickly without touching them.
Death gave him a pointed look, waiting for him to jump to his friend's defense as he always did.
Death closed the book and looked up at him.
Death held out her hand, and an hourglass with black sand appeared in her palm.
The restriction smacked him hard, as he'd been ready to drag Rhyn out of Hell as soon as Death was gone.
It was his immortal powers, which Death had yanked from him when she ordered Gabriel to take him to Hell.
Death curtseyed back, gave Gabriel a final look of warning, and followed the woman in grey to afternoon tea.
Rhyn growled a painful laugh, appreciative of the death dealer's dark humor.
You and Death fighting?
The death dealer was his only friend who'd stuck with him since he'd been banned to Hell by his brothers and dragged there by the immortal death dealer before him.
Gabriel held out a vial he'd last seen in the hand of a furious Death.
The death dealer chuckled
Very little surprised him, but the death dealer's question did.
He didn't know why the death dealer was distant this visit, and he didn't care.
The death dealer shifted but didn't leave, and Rhyn looked again at the corner.
Rhyn never expected to hear these words from the death dealer, who needed nothing from anyone.
Death and her pet worked in their own ways.
No, Death wanted something from him, and gave him the ability to do her will.
He felt some peace knowing that --whatever Death wanted from him --she'd have to free him from Hell to get it.
He looked like death with his dark hair and cold eyes, his panther-like physique, and gloved hands.
I mean, why would a death dealer be here?
"And beaten near death," he said with a shake of his head.
Death dealer, Toby had called him.
"I think the death dealer needs cocoa," he said cheerfully.
The death dealer stood at the edge of the shadows as he had across from the doctor's office, waiting.
"He's a death dealer," Toby said with impatience.
The death dealer stared at her, much larger in her small living room than he was in the middle of the street.
The death dealer moved silently, even over the hollow wooden floors.
She heard Toby's chipper voice as he invited the death dealer to share some cocoa with him.
What the hell was a death dealer?
The death dealer took up much of the small space, his trench still on despite sitting at the kitchen table.
The death dealer glanced at it, his face so emotionless she thought him a statue again.
What kind of mother let her five-year-old son carry on with death like he was a favorite uncle?
The death dealer touched a gloved finger to a blank spot on the construction paper, and an orchid sprung up, ethereal and hovering over the paper.
The death dealer touched the paper again, and another orchid appeared, stretched, and morphed into a second fairy.
As much as they hate me for aligning with the Dark One, they hate you more for our father's death, Sasha had told him smugly more than once.
You, out! she belted at the death dealer, who leaned his hip against the counter and managed to fill up the entrance to the kitchen.