Book Eight: Chapter 51

“On the contrary!” Death reached down to his belt and pulled out a hammer. “Tinker once explained to me that this tool is intended for percussive maintenance.” He slid the hammer back into its loop and withdrew a screwdriver. “And this is for Philip’s screws!”

“Flathead.” Grace hopped onto the porch next to Death and pointed at the flattened tip of the screwdriver. She grabbed a different screwdriver out of his belt and held it up. “Philips.”

“Ah, I see. Well, I did have a fifty-fifty chance.” Death chuckled. “But these tools alone will enable me to conduct most home repairs. Much like Mike Radley himself, I intend to solve any issues by pounding or screwing them.”

Yuki coughed so hard that she actually choked on her own spit. Grace helpfully patted her on the back, her tiny hands nearly swatting her into the yard. She held up a hand for the Arachne to stop.

“Death, my friend.” Suly cocked his head to one side and grimaced. “Ye cannae do house repairs jus’ on