Jackie Morse Kessler amerikai

Much better to keep everything inside, down in the dark where people never saw or heard the truth. In the dark, you couldn't see when you were bleeding.

„I swear,” she said, „you need a bell around your neck.”
„It would clash with my sweater.”

But trust was as fragile and cutting as a crystal sword.

How are you,' they ask, and they never
really want an answer. No one wants to hear about
how people are slowly dying a little more every day.

Pestilence understood all languages. Another side effect of being a Horseman of the Apocalypse. You haven’t lived until you’ve been cursed out by a pigeon while speeding over the Hudson River on a flying horse.

Death was scary. The horse much preferred the smell of sugar. Or pralines.

Josh smiled sadly, and if Death had a heart, it might have broken, or at least cracked. But Death was heartless, and always had been.

Missy imagined a life of being called „horse.” Well, no wonder it had an attitude. „I think you should have a name,” she said to her steed. „I'll call you Ares.”
The horse craned its neck so that it was looking at Missy, and it let out a satisfied snort.
„You named it after a god?” Death laughed. „I did mention its ego, didn't I?”
Ares leveled a stare at Death, who laughed even louder.
„Don't mind him,” Missy said to the horse, stroking its back. „He's just jealous.”

„To take her to a movie and bring her home before curfew.”
„And what happens if you bring her home after curfew?”
James replied solemnly, „I owe you another lifetime of servitude.”
„And how many are we up to now, James?”
„Six, I think.”

„Sorry,” she said. „I didn't mean to hurt your feelings.” It occurred to her, then, that she sounded exactly like Suzanne.
„Of course you didn't. People never mean anything they say or think.”