Book Six: Chapter 25

The emotional part of her wanted to rip someone’s face off and eat it.

“Not quite, my young demoness.” Death moved toward the tree and knelt down to pick up a package. “Tick Tock is not human, so I assume that he is in a wakeful state.”

As if in response, the lid of the gift slid to one side and a ribbon emerged, hanging over the side like a dog’s tongue.

“We got left behind, Bone Daddy. We’re just warming the bench until they return. I’m surprised that you offered to stay. Don’t you want to see the North Pole? Meet your big fat hero?”

Death chuckled. “Ah, but then I wouldn’t be able to do this.” He hopped onto the bench of the sleigh and set Tick Tock next to him, then picked up the reins. “On Dasher, on Dancer! On Francis and Plissken! On Gromit, on Stupid! On Dahmer and Blumpkin!”

Lily scowled. “Those aren’t their names.”

“Those are the names Tinker told me.” Death turned to examine Santa’s bag. “I wonder if there are any other presents in here