I ushered souls into the next world. I was the grave of all hope. I was the ultimate reality. I was the assassin against whom no lock would hold. - "Yes, point taken, but do you have any particular skills?"

In theory it was, around now, Literature. Susan hated Literature. She'd much prefer to read a good book.

And what had he wanted? He'd never sat down to think about it. But mostly, he wanted yesterday to be different from today.

Some things are fairly obvious when it's a seven-foot skeleton with a scythe telling you them.

Priests were metal-reinforced overshoes. They saved your soles. This is an Assassin joke.

They say that the prospect of being hanged in the morning concentrates a man's mind wonderfully; unfortunately, what the mind inevitably concentrates on is that, in the morning, it will be in a body that is going to be hanged.

He talks pretty big for a gutter wizard," he muttered. "You don't understand at all," said the wizard wearily. "I'm so scared of you my spine has turned to jelly, it's just that I'm suffering from an overdose of terror right now. I mean, when I've got over that then I'll have time to be decently frightened of you.