Cao Yong Red Umbrella

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Like . . . sherry, custard ... that sort of thing?”
Death sighed. Metaphors were wasted on people.
Sometimes he felt that no one took him seriously enough.
I TAKE AWAY PEOPLE’S LIVES IS WHAT I MEAN,
he said testily.
“Where to?”
WE SHALL HAVE TO SEE, WON’T WE?
William Scrope was already fading into the mist.
“That had a huge num-ber of rooms, but she’d still be under the same roof, and that was good enough. Or bad enough.
That was before. Now her blood was sizzling. Let people talk. She had a pretty good idea which people they’d be, too. Which person, anyway. Witch person. Hah. Let them talk all they liked.thing that got me—“YES?“I thought they were extinct!”“NO. THEY JUST WENT AWAY.“Where to?”Death extended a bony digit.OVER THERE.Magrat hadn’t originally intended to move into the palace before the wedding, because people would talk. Admittedly a dozen people lived in the palace, which
She got up early and packed her possessions, such as they were. It wasn’t exactly her