User:Yamavu

me on Wikipedia You're out of time, Mr Bill Door. The new Death raised his cowl. There was no face there. There was not even a skull. Smoke curled formlessly between the robe and a golden crown. Bill Door raised himself on his elbows. A CROWN? His voice shook with rage. I NEVER WORE A CROWN! You never wanted to rule...NO CROWN, said Bill Door, looking directly into the smoke. NO CROWN. ONLY THE HARVEST. The robe folded up around his blade... Death hesitated for a moment, then gingerly gave the robe a prod with his foot. The crown, bent slightly out of shape, rolled out of it a little way before evaporating. OH, he said dismissively. DRAMA Terry Prachet - Reaper Man