Category: death

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“I’m not going to ride on a magic carpet!” he hissed. “I’m afraid of grounds!”

“You mean heights,” said Conina. “And stop being silly.”

“I know what I mean! It’s the grounds that kill you!””

– Terry Pratchett – Sourcery

sator-the-wanderess: DEATH anger and familiar …

sator-the-wanderess:

DEATH anger and familiar love – After/Before

(”Mort”, I Book/”Soul Music”, III Book)

somegrumpynerd: ɴᴏᴡ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴛ…

somegrumpynerd:

ɴᴏᴡ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ɢᴏ? ɪ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ʜᴀɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴀʏ.

“I can,” said Rincewind defiantly.

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“They whirled through tiny crowded lives, driven literally by clock work, filling their days from edge to edge with the sheer effort of living.  And all lives were exactly the same length.  Even the very long and the very short ones.  From the point of view of eternity, anyway.”

– Terry Pratchett – Reaper Man

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“They whirled through tiny crowded lives, driven literally by clock work, filling their days from edge to edge with the sheer effort of living.  And all lives were exactly the same length.  Even the very long and the very short ones.  From the point of view of eternity, anyway.”

– Terry Pratchett – Reaper Man

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“It was the living who ignored the strange and wonderful, because life was too full of the boring and mundane.”

– Terry Pratchett – Reaper Man

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“People who used magic without knowing what they were doing usually came to a sticky end. All over the entire room, sometimes.”

– Terry Pratchett – Moving Pictures

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downtroddendeity
replied to your post “I see you have your “Born to Rune” jacket on, sir.” “We’ve got a…”

I imagine the Dean summoning Death up with the full dribbly-candles version of the Rite just to demand his coat back.

THIS IS HIGHLY IRREGULAR.
“Yes, well, so is petty theft,” the Dean huffed, puffing out his chest to its full extent. “The ancient texts all agree – it’s “a coat he borrowed,” not “took and never returned.” Now hand it over.”
Death shuffled his feet at the center of the octagon. I’M A BIT BUSY AT THE MOMENT, he said. I SUPPOSE I COULD GET IT TO YOU SOMETIME, OH, LET’S SAY –
“How about right now this minute!”
I’M AFRAID THAT JUST WON’T DO. I’VE GOT QUITE A LOT ON MY PLATE. BESIDES, he added, a note of petulance creeping into his heavy voice, IT LOOKS GOOD ON ME.
“You? Hah! You haven’t got the shoulders for it, nor the anything else!”
WELL, YOU
There was the creak of footsteps just outside the Dean’s office and a moment later the Archchancellor’s face appeared at the crack in the door. “Ah, Dean. Sorry, didn’t realize you had company. Good to see you’ve decided to stop losin’ your head to some musical craze and have gotten back to business.”
“Oh, absolutely, business,” the Dean said hurriedly.
YES, Death added quickly, BUSINESS.
“Very serious research.”
AN IMPORTANT MAGICAL DISCUSSION.
The Archchancellor nodded happily. “Well, don’t let me keep you.” He shut the door, then opened it again. “But re-paint the damn walls, man!” He shut the door again.
The two of them waited a long moment, listening to the Archchancellor’s footsteps retreat down the hallway, then the Dean turned back to Death. “It’s still my jacket.”
OH, VERY WELL.
Death turned towards the center of the octagon and… left, clearly retreating into the distance without apparently leaving the spot he’d been standing in. He seemed to disappear around a corner for a moment, then returned, much faster than he’d left, the Dean’s handmade coat dangling from his bony fingers. The Dean’s eyes lit up when he saw it.
IT MAY HAVE GOTTEN A BIT BATTERED, Death admitted, as he held it out.
The Dean reached to take it, but found it difficult to tug the thing from Death’s hands.
ER. Death, if such a thing were possible, looked a bit embarrassed. DO YOU MIND IF I TRY IT ON ONE LAST TIME?
The Dean narrowed his eyes. “Oh, very well. But be quick about it.”
Death shrugged himself into the coat, pulling it over his robes, and stood quietly for a long moment. He could not, of course, close his eyes, nor breathe deeply, but the Dean got the sense that he was savoring the moment all the same. Then, at last, Death stirred and slid the coat from his shoulders, passing it across the barrier of the octagon to the Dean.
NOW THAT, he said, IS MUSIC WITH ROCKS IN.

Rincewind took another bite of the sandwich. H…

Rincewind took another bite of the sandwich. He’d looked death in the face many times, or more precisely Death had looked him in the back of his rapidly retreating head many times, and suddenly the prospect of living forever didn’t appeal.

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Fair?” said the Sea Queen. She moved forward. Om felt her all around him. “There’s no such thing,” she said. “Life’s like a beach. And then you die.

– Terry Pratchett – Small Gods