Masters of Death: A Novel

Death looked reticent. “Fuck is a good word, Fox. I like it. It fits nicely in my mouth. I like the way it feels like a weapon.”

She struggled, she was struggling, and it felt real, more real than anything she’d experienced since she’d truly been alive, and for that she wondered at the irony. Because surely she was dying, wasn’t she? Surely only death could feel like this, like pain and panic and desperation alike, and surely only her death would give her this sense of antic