Book Four: Chapter 92

The voice was like a chill down her spine, and when she lowered the stereoscope, she found herself looking up at the grim visage of Death. His bare teeth were twisted into a queer grin, and he set down the picture he had been holding.

Kisa hissed and dropped the stereoscope, then backed into the shelves, knocking several books on the floor. The Grim Reaper frowned at her, his boy visage twisting macabrely, then picked up one of the books.

“You folded some of these pages,” he told her, then tucked the book back in its place. “You should be more careful next time.”

“You’re...you’re...”

“I am Death.” He tilted his head to one side, then crouched down until he was eye level with her. “Have we met before?”

“Hell, no, we haven’t!” She started to climb the shelves, panic overriding her senses. Part of her was embarrassed to be acting this way, but the flight or fight response had made its choice.

“Are you sure? Hmm.” He picked up the stereoscope she had