Book Eight: Chapter 19

“And thus, the Head Librarian discovers the true meaning of Christmas,” Death said with a chuckle. “Felix, is my special order ready yet?”

“Not yet, Mr. Death, sir. I’ve got a special blend being frothed in the back for you. It’s made from a secret recipe of dark chocolate that’s been caffeinated to give you a delightful buzz.”

“You’re a good man. I’ll name my first child after you.” The Grim Reaper watched Felix go, then turned to Mike. “Naturally, I won’t ever have children. This is just something fun I said for spontaneity.”

“I figured,” said Mike.

Death looked at Sofia. “I like the North Pole and the Hot Cocoa Lounge because, to the elves, I’m not the personification of their inevitable end. Here, I’m Santa’s number one helper and get to be something more than what I am. It feels good, doesn’t it?”

Sofia actually paused mid-sip, then turned to look at Death. “Have you been speaking with Ratu?” she asked.

“Of course. There is no reason I should