Uh, yeah, I do. The scythe was a little tricky at first, but—much like golf—turns out it’s all in the swing.

This would be so much easier if they actually issued black hoods.

Are you going to deliver whatever threat Avari sent you with, or are we going to have to start guessing?" Tod said. "I gotta warn you, I'm insanely good at charades.

So, you reap souls and crush hopes? Is that part of the job, or just a service you offer for free?

Careful, pot," Tod said. "Someone might notice your resemblance to the kettle.

I don't have you, and without you, it feels like what I do have doesn't matter.

Now if you’ll excuse me, Death waits for no man. Except me.