Book Six: Chapter 28

The cat batted at the sleigh, launching it forward. Lily tumbled into the back of the sleigh where the bag was. It pressed against her, pinning her in place and crushing a couple of ribs. She couldn’t see anything but could hear the figures shouting to each other. By the time she pulled herself free, they were sliding down the hill toward the gate to the Underworld.

“This is much more fun than those saucer sleighs,” Death declared as he grabbed her and pulled her into the front seat. “I would advise you to hold on tight.”

“Death, we’re crashing!” She tried to unfurl her wings to fly away, but the cat was right behind them. With an outstretched claw, it tore a hole through the membrane of one of her wings. Pain lanced through Lily’s body as she fell forward, her eyes widening as she held on tight to the sleigh.

Death didn’t acknowledge her. Instead, the Grim Reaper loudly sang Jingle Bells as the world around them distorted, the bars of the gate spreading themselves