Book Four: Chapter 112

The smell of Earl Grey filled the room as Death walked in, carrying a small tray. He set the tray down on the desk and pulled up a chair across from Mike.

“What is it you are working on, Mike Radley?” Death filled his cup and then poured some tea for Mike.

“Remember when I went to go see the faerie queen?”

“Ah yes. I remember it like it was yesterday.” Death took a long sip of his tea. Steam floated up out of his eye sockets, and the tiny flames inside turned blue. “Or maybe it was? I lose track of time quite easily.”

“Don’t you burn your...” Mike realized that the question was dumb and let it drop. “How is it?” he asked instead.

“Very good, Mike Radley. Out of the many things I have enjoyed on the material plane, I dare say that tea is my favorite.” Death sipped again. “I like how it warms me from the inside and fills me with vim and vigor.”

“Yeah, sure.” He pulled his cup toward him and noticed the bowl of sugar cubes on the tray. He added a cou