Gustav Klimt DanaeSalvador Dali The Persistence of MemorySalvador Dali Figure at a Window
'Well, if the other man is such a —'
LISTEN, said Death, FAIR DOESN'T COME INTO IT.
YOU CANT IT'S TIME, IT'S TIME. THAT'S ALL THERE IS TO IT, BOY.
'Mort,' moaned Mort, staring at the crowd.
And then he saw his sword in his hand. Mort blinked, and started to follow. The girl's eyes met his for a second and immediately looked away – then swivelled back, dragging her head around, her mouth starting to open in an 'o' of horror.
Mort's backbone melted. He started to run towards the king.
'Look out!' he screamed. 'You're in great danger!'
And the world turned into treacle. It began to fill up with blue and purple shadowsher. A random movement in the people opened up a channel between Mort and a slim, red-haired girl seated among a group of older women behind the king. She wasn't exactly beautiful, being over-endowed in the freckle department and, frankly, rather on the skinny side. But the sight of her caused a shock that hot-wired Mort's hindbrain and drove it all the way to the pit of his stomach, laughing nastily.IT'S TIME, said Death, giving Mort a nudge with a sharp elbow. FOLLOW ME.Death walked toward the king, weighing
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