When he forced his eyes open, he saw pale stars above him, and had, once again, the sensation that there was someone else present.
HE turned his head, wincing at the stab of pain, and saw a small but brightly lit folding chair on the sand. A robed figure was reclining in it, reading a book. A scythe was stuck in the sand beside it.
– how extra | Terry Pratchett, Thud!