A former-human running Death's domain?
A man's face, a woman in the hospital on her death bed, their children surrounding them.
A portal was open, and the second death dealer was waiting.
A storm brewed on the horizon, visible through the window behind Death.
After the death of Gracchus, a conservative government under Sulla withdrew the subsidy, but shortly afterward, in a period of great unrest, restored it, and two hundred thousand persons stood in line.
Afterwards, go get the death dealer Darkyn has and apply some pressure.
Again she had avoided death.
Alice was a geranium Cynthia had lovingly rescued from certain death by frost last September when the rest of the couple's first-year garden succumbed to the advancing seasons.
Alice was a geranium Cynthia had lovingly rescued from certain death by frost last September when the rest of their first year garden succumbed to the advancing seasons.
All five of the death dealers on guard had drawn near the lake.
All five of the death dealers were borderline about abandoning Gabriel.
All he knew now was his bare feet were cold, standing on the hard wood floor at the perimeter of the carpet in the death room.
All souls – even those of deities – came to Death eventually.
All will end in death, all!
Allen nearly strangled her to death.
Amusement flashed across the death dealer's face, and Gabriel shook his head.
And he knows we suspect he may have chased Billy to his death.
And he loved Billy, perhaps enough to kill the man he thought caused Billy's death.
And he smiled, a cold smile that did not reach the death in his eyes.
And worse yet, he felt a strange shiver of discomfit at Cynthia's odd reaction to Jerome Shipton's death.
And, if she had cut the line earlier, it would have either been noticed by Shipton or he would have fallen the entire distance of more than a hundred feet from the edge to his certain death.
Andre stopped him, and Death made him disappear.
Annie's death was a direct result of him and his actions.
Another small smile crossed her face, and she sat down. Gabe left her, knowing even if she did sleep, it wouldn't be long. Death may have ignored their presence in her domain for three days, but something had made her reach out to him now. He knew they'd have problems at some point and only hoped he could get Katie out of the underworld, before his own fate was sealed.
Any deal I make will be sealed by Death's magic.
Anyway, the boy is scared to death of Jerome, according to Edith.
As Dean drew close to Bird Song, he resolved to ask his wife point blank if she witnessed Donnie Ryland cutting his stepfather's climbing rope in an attempt to send him to his death.
As he looked over his shoulder, his rescuers were already at work on the death scene.
As if sensing Death was in the room, the string of lights fell away from the wall on one side.
As much as they hate me for aligning with the Dark One, they hate you more for our father's death, Sasha had told him smugly more than once.
As the oldest and most revered of the death dealers, only the damned millennial generation failed to flinch when he spoke.
As they descended the stairs, he started humming the Death March.
At any time, I expect a furious Death to knock on my door.
At close to seven feet with eyes and hair blacker than night and a permanent scowl, he was what most expected Death to look like.
At his silence, Death went on.
At one point after his brother's death, he'd considered making Claire his queen.
Be it life or death, we crave only reality.
Before he gave his Immortal soul to death, he.d never noticed how sweet the air was or how the grass sang as the wind whipped through it.
Before his death, Pol Pot conceded that his regime certainly killed people, but ''to say that millions died is too much.''
Both death dealers bowed their heads without hesitation.
Brady's body soared with adrenaline as he silently defied death and reach his goal.
Break the bond, and Death will free you both.
Break the bond, and Death will save you both.
But Death on guard was something else entirely, and she wasn't going to be the second woman to revel in the heat of his arms this night.
But did any man deserve death?
But now that he's missing, I'm scared to death, wondering what he'll do next.
But then he pictured his beautiful wife, her unfailingly sweet and kind nature, and refused his mind's picture of her kneeling there in the snow, calmly sawing Shipton's rope until it parted, plunging him to his bloody death.
But you're … kinda scary, Gabriel, even if you weren't Death.
Claire was all that remained of his brother, and he'd loved her out of respect for a man whose death he'd never been able to accept.
Cynthia had avoided it since the woman's death and now entered, hesitation in her step.
Cynthia looked over at her husband, still unaware of Fitzgerald's death.
Damian closed his eyes to the heat and light, tormented by his brother's death and his own cowardice.
Damian wrapped his arm around her and held her close for a moment, torn between thoughts of her naked and thoughts of his brother's death.
Darkyn took it, instantly recognizing the magic as Death's.
Darkyn was right; she still had feelings for Death, and she didn't know what to do about them.
Dean had no intention of specifically mentioning Billy Langstrom, though the young man's death was on everyone's mind.
Dean knew in time, he'd get over the sudden death of Edith Shipton but he also knew the fact he failed to stop her from killing herself would remain with him forever.
Dean knew the old man was itching to raise the more important topic of Jerome Shipton's death.
Dean rose and began to leave the room, disgusted that Gladys Turnbull would trivialize Edith Shipton's death in fiction, even before the shattered woman was cold in the ground.
Dean said nothing, hoping the subject would die a natural death.
Dean searched for the right word, "unstable. Scared to death of him."
Dean, crossing his fingers at being on a roll, decided to ask about the death of Shipton's son.
Death … you used to take care of the really old angels, and Gabe visited the little ones all the time.
Death and Darkyn will have every assassin they own roaming the shadow world.
Death and her pet worked in their own ways.
Death and the Dark One stared at each other, assessing one another.
Death closed the book and looked up at him.
Death curtseyed back, gave Gabriel a final look of warning, and followed the woman in grey to afternoon tea.
Death dealer, Toby had called him.
Death dealers don't work for anyone really, just Death, though I do buy assassinations from him on occasion.
Death dealers were immune to disease, poison, and any other thing humans could throw at them.
Death didn't live in the shadows as Gabriel had for the majority of his life.
Death doesn't have something up her sleeve?
Death dude said it's not working.
Death dude sat at the back of the conference room, out of the glare of the screen.
Death gave him a pointed look, waiting for him to jump to his friend's defense as he always did.
Death gets pissed when mortals go through the shadow world.
Death had her pick of badasses from every generation of man and creature, and she wooed every one with the promise of endless riches and the ability to leave when they chose.
Death held out her hand, and an hourglass with black sand appeared in her palm.
Death is a part of the risk we take.
Death is going old school.
Death is the most universal experience possible, true, but it's also the most personal.
Death lets you see the stars and the moon instead of how dark the night is.
Death ordered both dead-dead.
Death shrugged with a knowing smile that told him more than if she spoke.
Death smiled serenely and placed her small hand on the book.
Death smiled slowly, satisfied with the prize she'd won.
Death smiled so faintly, she barely saw it.
Death smiled, and when she spoke, he looked away.
Death took her human form out of respect for the women of the convent-like Sanctuary that housed the Oracle.
Death was a dark, towering, muscular figure in the living area of her apartment, clothed in black and wearing an expression that mirrored what she felt.
Death was almost seven feet tall, built more solid than a tree trunk with hair and eyes darker than a moonless night.
Death was waiting for Gabriel when he dozed off. He'd planned on staying awake and moving so she wouldn't catch up to them, but even he needed a short nap after three straight days of grueling travel in the underworld.
Death wasn't what she wanted.
Death will not let you die-dead.
Death-dealers operated off a sense of soul radar that pulled them like magnets to the lives that were on Death's list to be ended.
Death, a word, if you please.
Death, however, had different plans.
Death. I'm thinking about death.
Death's hand hovered over the pages, and she turned them quickly without touching them.
Deep inside she did feel responsible, but not for Mr. Marsh's death.
Deidre considered how long it took for her to accept her impending death.
Deidre felt Harmony's light touch as the death dealer brushed her hair aside.
Deidre guessed the death dealer knew enough about Darkyn to fear him.
Deidre had no bad interactions with the death dealer, but she suspected anyone who betrayed Gabriel wouldn't be interested in helping her.
Deidre ignored the grunt the death dealer gave her in response.
Deidre knew the death dealer; she'd recruited all of them.
Deidre suspected the result of provoking either man was death to someone.
Deidre took a deep breath and faced the deity previously known as Death.
Deidre, you were Death for let's say, a zillion years.
Demon Law offers you no protection, Death's mate or not.
Demons cannot pass through it, but your death dealers can.
Despite Hannah's criticisms, she would still rather be here than at her apartment, even knowing Hannah would never believe her story about Toby and the death dealer.
Did he actually say he thinks you caused Billy's death?
Did the doctor believe Donnie's muteness went back to the death of his half-brother?
Did you agree to get him off the hook for Billy's death?
Distracted, Gabe began to think about how he might be able to save Deidre using the powers of Death.
Do you ever feel guilty about her death?
Do you have a death wish?
Edith's death was constantly on my mind, but I never for a minute considered anything but suicide.
Edith's death wasn't murder.
Even after thousands of years he was reliving the pain of his brother's death.
Even if slow, her death would spare her an eternity at the hands of a demon with insatiable bloodlust.
Even if they got human-Deidre away from Darkyn, Darkyn could find and reclaim her anywhere she was hidden, outside of Death's underworld.
Even in death, he holds power.
Every vision she'd had, even when Jake touched her, had been of death.
First the death dealers attacking her, now Gabriel.
For once, things were going in Death's favor.
For the first time in her life, Deidre pitied the death dealers.
For the first time since Andre.s death, things were looking better for him.
For what it's worth, Gabe was the most respected and longest serving assassin of Death before he got promoted.
Gabe nodded, forced to admit he no longer had any idea how to fix whatever was broken in Death's domain.
Gabriel acknowledged the request for a quick death.
Gabriel cursed under his breath. He had no way of knowing what kind of test a deity like Death could create, but it wasn't likely to be good. While he had full faith in Rhyn, he also knew better than to trust the petite woman in white standing in his dream.
Gabriel frowned, unaware of anything that could push him from his position as Death.
Gabriel held out a vial he'd last seen in the hand of a furious Death.
Gabriel looked around the small room, irritated with Death.
Gabriel was waiting with the patience of Death, though he'd started to tense, indicating his guard was going up once more.
Gabriel's gaze swept around the room again, and he looked out at the blue sky. He'd never again visit this room or see the mortal world. This much he knew the moment he chose to help Rhyn and Katie over his promise to Death.
Gabriel's lover and master, the deity Death, materialized beside him at the Oracle's altar in the center of an ancient fortress in the Sanctuary.
Gabriel's temper was close to boiling over, for the umpteenth time since he inherited the responsibilities of Death.
Granted, Death's soul radar just kicked in.
Granted, he was Death, and she was offering a partnership running the underworld instead of deferring to him in his role in charge of the underworld.
Granted, we didn't stop her death, but she didn't kill herself through any direct fault of ours.
Guessing the compass only worked in the mortal world, Gabe emplaced it around his neck before picking up the green emerald – the form a soul took after death – and peering at it.
Hannah, you have to trust me when I tell you jumping out that window is a better death than what this thing will do to you!
Happiness causes her pain, the tumor to grow and eventually, death.
Harmony tossed her head towards the death dealer holding Selyn.
He began to think Death was right—he was going soft.
He cannot enter Death's domain or other areas of the Immortal world without invitation.
He caressed the tattoo with a thumb and smiled, feeling genuine happiness for the first time since Andre.s death.
He could picture her climbing onto the velvet chair, perhaps even smiling, before kicking it away, and waiting the few agonizing moments until death set her free.
He could picture her, holding the hem of her gown, climbing onto the chair, perhaps even smiling, before kicking it away, and waiting the few agonizing moments until death took her hand and led her to its darkness.
He couldn't help but remember her agitated state of mind after learning of Fitzgerald's death.
He definitely never would've spoken to her like this, as if … …as if he was Death and she was not.
He did say that something as serious as Donnie's stepbrother's death would have been very traumatic to a child.
He didn.t know what happened to Darkyn, but Death adopted him, raised him, and trained him to be the most ruthless of all assassins.
He didn't know if it was because of Darkyn or because of being attacked by death dealers that defected.
He didn't know why the death dealer was distant this visit, and he didn't care.
He emerged beside the lake, where two death dealers stood over Cora.
He felt some peace knowing that --whatever Death wanted from him --she'd have to free him from Hell to get it.
He felt the weight of his brother.s death on his shoulders again.
He had death's personal assistant.
He had done it every day he served her as her lead assassin and he was doing it now as Death.
He had little time to redeem himself, and he kicked himself mentally for not walking into the room that would turn him into the Death he was supposed to be.
He had to remain a compassionate Death, one who understood what it was to live.
He hadn't set foot on the planet since being made the dhjan upon his father's death.
He hardly knows the woman and you heard what Martha said; she still holds a grudge over what she perceived as Howie's carelessness that caused her daughter's kidnapping and death.
He held her gaze, and she had the sense that he was looking beyond her, to her soul, examining it as only Death could.
He knew from experience the tormenting expectation of terror and death the cornet was suffering and knew that only time could help him.
He knew what souls the demons were after, and his death dealers were equipped with the soul compasses.
He lay back and closed his eyes, trying to picture the sad death, the end of the sad life of a woman, now resurrected to importance after a hundred years of total obscurity.
He leaned back over certain death, a hundred bouncing, smashing, flying feet below.
He looked around, furious at Darkyn for earning the trust of people who didn't trust him in his new role as Death.
He looked as calm as he sounded, and she wondered how he could face his own possible death with such confidence and poise.
He looked like death with his dark hair and cold eyes, his panther-like physique, and gloved hands.
He looked scared to death, Cynthia said, taking her husband's arm.
He never got used to death, especially the young.
He no longer needed to feel as if he still dwelt in the shadow of Darian's death.
He paced, mind racing with memories he could no longer suppress, thoughts of his brother, of Claire, of Darian's death.
He picked up what looked like a medical file and became as still as the death dealer, as if forgetting her presence completely.
He read the note and was so overcome with grief he covered up what she did, falsely reported her death and gave her a decent burial.
He reminded her of Jonny when her brother had learned of his father's death last summer.
He said nothing, aware the creature before him wasn't capable of communicating a truth in a way most others could understand. Death was from a time before time. He would never understand what she saw when she looked out over humanity and saw its Past, Present, Future, and the soul of each human that ever lived. The size of her vision rendered her unique interpretations puzzling, even to him.
He sensed Death's disapproval.
He shrugged, not nearly as concerned with her life or death as she was.
He slapped the wall of his cell, cursing Death again for not freeing him.
He sold his Immortal soul to Death so she wouldn.t kill Rhyn.
He soon returned to announce that he was unable to confirm Josh Mulligan's death via the Internet social security death records.
He spent most of his time anymore in the shadow world, except when forced out by Death or called out by someone who wanted to buy an assassination.
He stood at ease before her, unconcerned with teaching her to kill then exposing himself to death at her hands.
He suspected Death always thought him weaker despite service that had been, until now, flawless.
He thinks I'm responsible for his father's death.
He wanted them all gone, so he could spend the remainder of his long life laying here alone, waiting for Death or one of her assassins.
He wanted to sweep her away for one last intimate moment before his death but doubted the assassin and demon would wait.
He wants to kill me, because he's Death and that's what Death does.
He was Death, after all, a deity in his own right.
He was happy to be out of the dining room where Brandon Westlake and Pumpkin Green, both distraught over Billy Langstrom's death, were pressing Dean for details.
He was more and more appalled by the memories afflicting his brother, what he'd gone through since his supposed death.
He was probably thinking years ahead and wanted Carmen to handle it in event of his death.
He was reliving the pain of Darian's death, sickened by his own cowardice.
He wasn't part of the plan to kill him, but he found out from Claire when they met shortly before Darian's death.
He wondered if Death would.ve been more lenient if he stayed home with her and played nice instead of spending half his day in the mortal world.
He would not ask her to talk about Emily's death.
He.d expected things to change once he pledged his soul to Death, but he hadn.t expected anything so drastic, so soon.
He'd always known the source of Death's magic was the souls, but he'd never seen his predecessor wield the light of the souls.
He'd forgone the trip to pick me up, afraid he'd miss a call for information on his sister's death.
He'd never been guilty in his role as an assassin or as Death, until sitting with her on the beach.
He'd protected her and made it clear anything that got near her would die a nasty death.
He'd spent his life relatively alone, crossing between the underworld and human world as needed. Death had been far from co-dependent, and he'd had free rein. Until two days ago, when he crossed into the underworld with Katie slung across his shoulder. He'd forgotten what it was to have someone completely dependent on him.
He's scared me half to death over the years with his antics.
Hell has one, and Death does as well.
Her comments brought to mind the death of Bird Song's very first guest and the strange events that followed.
Her destiny lies with Death.
Her first thought was that he was sending her to Death as a means of torturing her or at least, nailing home the point that he had won this round with Gabriel.
Her hands shook as she stood there discussing her own death with a creature that resembled the Grim Reaper.
Her instincts were at full alarm, but she didn't understand what she had to fear from Gabriel's death dealers.
His dark eyes went from her to Cora, and he lifted his chin in silent command to dismiss the death dealer.
His death dealers were around, ever-wary for signs of demons.
His death wasn't a pleasant one.
His visions were more than just his death; they were the first-person experience of the torturing and killing of many, many others, as if she were mutilating others.
His wife's death was by his own hand.
How did he take the news of her death?
How did Shipton react to his own son's death?
How did you know it could complicate the role of Death?
I can help you with being Death.
I can't see where there's near enough evidence to nail Fitzgerald over Billy's death, or that there ever will be.
I can't talk to you directly, or I am obligated to take you with me, Death's words appeared in the book.
I didn't mean to yell at you, but you nearly scared me to death.
I do try not to mourn his death too sadly.
I don't care if Death herself comes for you.
I don't need Death tracking me down.
I feel badly for him and he's such a sweet guy; I love him to death!
I gave Death my Immortal soul.
I got to meet Death and everything.
I haven't found an account of her death in the papers yet but her hubby died of the flu in '04 and it didn't mention his wife in his write up.
I just signed their death warrants, and you think I'd stoop so low as to point the gun at someone because I'm jealous?
I know how you like to scrutinize a thing to death.
I mean, why would a death dealer be here?
I must be boring you to death.
I ruled Death's domain for countless millennia.
I said, "No; because, if there were no death, our world would soon be so crowded with living creatures that it would be impossible for any of them to live comfortably."
I swear it on my duty as Death.
I think Shipton found the pages and decided to follow Annie's method of death.
I thought he was at death's door.
I wanted you to suffer a long, painful death and was willing to do whatever it took to make that a reality.
I was frightened to death to talk to the police.
I was scared to death I couldn't... get back!
I was thinking even someone who doesn't fear death, fears something else.
I'm about to starve to death.
I'm Death, and I said I'll survive?
I'm maintaining Death's routine.
I'm thinking death might be a bit more to my liking.
I've yet to meet someone as brave in the face of death as you are.
If anything, he ignored the death dealer.
If Darkyn told him about the death dealers attacking his mate, Gabriel would've ignored him.
If death were a color, this would be it.
If Fitzgerald was involved with Billy's death, some official should investigate and do something about it.
If he could only be sure it wasn't Lydia who'd chased Billy Langstrom down the mountain, siren screaming, to his rolling, crushing death.
If he died, it was because of her, and either Death or Hell would claim her.
If they died a natural death, I doubt they'd even get a mention.
If you drink any more of that stuff, you'll pass out and maybe bleed to death inside.
Instead of a slow, fifty year death, it'll be three years.
It may as well have been a death march!
It means, if Death finds you, probably.
It never sat well with him that those charged with enforcing Death's mission served not out of choice but obligation to the deity that stole their souls.
It seemed like death was the only way to make up for whatever past-Deidre did.
It seemed to Dean she'd spent her life on the outside, in some respects by choice, somehow driven from one social plane down to another, much lower, until there was nothing left but death.
It stunned him to feel the planet breathing, struggling back to life after hovering so long on the edge of death.
It was a death sentence, and Damian saw the realization in Jake's eyes before the newbie left for the weapons room.
It was a much kinder death than he deserved.
It was a war his family had been fighting for millennia, one that wouldn't end even with his death.
It was an abridged version, excluding any mention of last night's session at Lydia's apartment but detailing the missing bones and Dean's suspicion concerning Billy Langstrom's death.
It was good that Cora had faith in Gabriel when he was losing death dealers who no longer believed in him.
It was her dream all over, the flashes of light, darkness and blood, the scent of sulfur and death.
It was his immortal powers, which Death had yanked from him when she ordered Gabriel to take him to Hell.
It was still dark, and the moons of the underworld hadn't moved far across the sky. He sat, uneasy with the dream exchange with Death. A small fire burned between him and Katie, whose pale features and shadowed eyes were showing the effects of both her pregnancy and the toll the underworld took on mortals.
It was the Deidre, the deity who ruled over Death's domain before turning it over to Gabriel.
It was the last spiritual struggle between life and death, in which death gained the victory.
It was too easy of a death for the first Ancient.
It wasn't out of the realm of the possible that the information he needed was hidden in some sort of sadistic treasure hunt created by the sociopathic goddess who held the title of Death before him.
It wasn't the normal greeting Death gave souls, but he was too frustrated to care.
It would be a noble death for a good cause, if it came to that.
It'll be a slow, painful death.
It's like in the case of a death.
It's like we're responsible for her death.
It's not as if I wasn't in police work long enough to know that, but Billy's death was such a god-awful waste of a young life.
Jake's death flashed through her thoughts.
Jake's death is not your fault.
Jule was beginning to think death was better than his weakened state.
Kiera was more than a little surprised when he raised his sword for what would have been a death blow.
Killing one human, before my command, will bring a death sentence.
Kris slid two rare green life crystals across the table, the common form of payment for an assassination not ordered by Death herself.
Lana held her breath at the whirling world, certain their death would at least be fast.
Lankha.s head hung, as if he walked to his death.
Last time, the death dealer wasn't interested in her.
Long ago, before her death, when he'd had a family.
Look, I may not be Death, but I'm his mate.
Lost souls, shut out of the underworld, was the greatest nightmare for Death.
Many a man is harassed to death to pay the rent of a larger and more luxurious box who would not have frozen to death in such a box as this.
Maybe Gabriel taking her to Death would make the lives of those around her easier.
My wife proceeded to say how sorry we were about his mother's death.
Neither did Death sit back and wait to discover the information he needed to do his job.
No deity or Immortal or living human ever welcomed or accepted Death, but the souls always had.
No one will challenge Death to kill her.
No, Death wanted something from him, and gave him the ability to do her will.
Nobody wanted this to happen, but don't let his death be a complete loss.
None of my dealers can either, if I can't be directly involved in her death.
Not an easy thing to do when you're Death.
Not many people appreciated a sense of humor crafted over millennia as a sanctioned killer for Death.
Not only could she not escape, but she could just as well starve to death if he decided never to return.
Now it was open season, as they had no idea of the skeleton's age—provided Jennifer Radisson's report of Josh Mulligan's later death was credible.
Of all the mortals and immortals alike he'd ever known, he'd never considered one a friend, not since his father's death.
On his death, one of his advisors, who betrayed him and allied with the Yirkin invaders, seized the title of dhjan.
On it was one soul, that of his brother Kris, who had given up his life to get Katie out of Death's underworld.
One of the death dealers took Deidre's arm and waited.
Only a few minutes ago she had flaunted death.
Only Rev. Martin's note informing the family of poor Annie's death.
Or when Gabriel the death dealer killed her.
Pumpkin and some of Billy's friends thought there might be more to the young man's death than reported.
Pumpkin told me they thought he chased Billy down the mountain to his death!
Rhyn growled a painful laugh, appreciative of the death dealer's dark humor.
Rhyn looked squarely at the death dealer, sensing unease for the first time in their long history.
Rhyn never expected to hear these words from the death dealer, who needed nothing from anyone.
Rumors continued to be rampant about his alleged culpability in Billy Langstrom's death.
Rumors still abounded concerning Billy's death.
Sarah felt unsure about running at first, however Jackson held strong to his conviction that death would be preferable to living as a minion for a madman.
Seems like so much death should be avoidable in this day and age.
She closed her eyes, terrified of bleeding to death right there in her own home.
She commiserated with the brown-tinged blossoms left behind by other customers who didn't want to be so close to death.
She didn.t understand much of the Immortal world, but she knew Death always won.
She didn't expect Death to listen.
She didn't recognize the two men before her, but they were dressed much like the two death dealers that tried to turn her over to Harmony in her old apartment.
She didn't want to see more death.
She felt death within him, as she had with her cat Snickers after a car ran him over.
She focused on him in interest, wondering what Death could possibly need from her.
She found herself ascending the servants. stairwell at a run, in case the Ully-demon was still stalking her, until she reached her floor, which appeared blessedly free of any signs of battle and death.
She gave a sidelong glance to Harmony as the death dealer joined them.
She grabbed Traci's hand, and she picked her way through the death until she found the vamp she sought.
She had to be, or he wouldn't have been able to assume her role as Death.
She had violated his mind at every turn when she was Death.
She heard Toby's chipper voice as he invited the death dealer to share some cocoa with him.
She hesitated, though, not wanting to walk into another trap of Harmony's death dealers.
She looked around until her eyes met those of the death dealer.
She never offered to heal him, either, when she had been Death and he was her servant.
She pushed herself to her feet, ignoring the death dealer's glare.
She saw nothing but death and the darkness in every soul she ran across.
She sensed his movement and closed her eyes, willing her death to be as fast as the robed man's.
She stared at the embroidered tablecloth, tormented by the scent of food she couldn't eat and the visions of death and betrayal that left an acrid taste in her mouth.
She started toward the road, away from the field of death.
She stirred from her trance at the voice, mind replaying scenes of Darian's death.
She stopped, unfamiliar with the sight of death.
She struggled to recall what her real mother looked like or the day she became Death or even the day she met Gabriel.
She turned abruptly and asked, fire in her eyes, "What did you say to him about Billy's death?"
She turned and gasped, heart leaping to see the death dealer lingering like the shadow he was in the middle of her living room.
She turned slowly, propelled by a tender breeze from the cold night air that filled the room with a chill of death.
She wanted to ask more about them and what happened after Death claimed someone, but it was a lot to deal with.
She was barely holding it together knowing about Death and the Immortals.
She was hurrying away and looked frightened to death.
She was scared to death I'd blackmail her with the picture I took of her sweater in Dickinson Faust's Jeep.
She was unaware of where she went until a death dealer faded from the surrounding forest.
She watched him systematically behead or run through the three men, her stomach churning at the sight of so much death.
She.d faced Hell, and now Death.
She'd been on the verge of death for years.
She'd ensnared him with her laughter and touched him with her words about Death.
She'd escaped death again, but how many lives did she have?
She'd grown up never having seen death, and in the past week, she'd seen it in its most gruesome forms.
She'd imagined staring down Death before, but she never guessed it would be anything like this.
She'd just have to starve to death.
She'd summoned Quinn home from California to tell us, unknowingly bringing him to his death.
She's in a stasis right now, caught between life and death.
So far, her only knowledge of death is in connection with things to eat.
So that was why Cade felt responsible for his mothers' death.
So you're not Death anymore?
Some things are meant to be, and death is natural for humans.
Something about him made her feel comfortable, or she wouldn't be sitting alone with a man dressed like the angel of death on the beach after dark, revealing secrets she didn't tell her boyfriend of two years.
Something about him touched her on a level that left her feeling at peace, as if he, too, understood what it was to face death each day and struggle to see the light instead of the surrounding darkness.
Something was broken and for once, it wasn't Death's domain.
Suddenly, a blank check – even from Death – didn't seem like enough for what his one kiss might cost her.
Suspecting it had belonged to the goddess who was Death, Wynn still wasn't expecting anyone in their right mind to revive the most dreaded of the deities.
Sweetheart, I'm sitting in your car bleeding to death.
Take Toby and the damn death guy and leave me the hell alone.
That he was troubled was no secret, though Rhyn didn.t understand why, aside from being a slave to Death.
That she was a deity, Death, who lived for thousands of years … None of that made sense.
That's how he fell to his death when he was after you!
The Council That Was Seven had been immortalized safeguarding their father in death.
The death dealer chuckled
The death dealer didn't challenge her, instead melting back into the forest shadows.
The death dealer disappeared.
The death dealer emerged from the hall running between the two wings, the trembling form of Lankha held under one arm like a bag of cement.
The death dealer emerged.
The death dealer glanced at it, his face so emotionless she thought him a statue again.
The death dealer looked at her.
The death dealer moved silently, even over the hollow wooden floors.
The death dealer paled and glanced at Deidre.
The death dealer sat, his trench coat rustling.
The death dealer shifted but didn't leave, and Rhyn looked again at the corner.
The death dealer snatched his shirt and left quickly.
The death dealer stared at her, much larger in her small living room than he was in the middle of the street.
The death dealer stared at him.
The death dealer stood at the edge of the shadows as he had across from the doctor's office, waiting.
The death dealer stripped off his shirt and weapons to display a muscular body.
The death dealer took up much of the small space, his trench still on despite sitting at the kitchen table.
The death dealer touched a gloved finger to a blank spot on the construction paper, and an orchid sprung up, ethereal and hovering over the paper.
The death dealer touched the paper again, and another orchid appeared, stretched, and morphed into a second fairy.
The death dealer was gazing at her intently.
The death dealer was his only friend who'd stuck with him since he'd been banned to Hell by his brothers and dragged there by the immortal death dealer before him.
The death dealer went obediently to the kitchen.
The death dealer yanked her back against him, his one hand roaming down her side.
The death of Josh had underlined that thought.
The death visions, the distrust everyone on the planet had for a soul-reader, the inability to eat … they were nothing compared to helping a man find his soul again.
The death-dealer before him was newer, with less than a few decades in the service of Death.
The decision made to face death soon, the only thing she hadn't quite worked out was how she planned to do it.
The Deidres were lured into the shadow world and ambushed by death dealers.
The demons he sent to Death's underworld failed.
The drowning in a pool could have been just as traumatic as Edith's version, especially if Donnie felt some responsibility for his stepbrother's death.
The features she'd admired when she was Death she now saw as stunning.
The female death dealer was exiting a portal.
The following weekend, two and a half weeks after Edith's death, Penny and Mick returned to bird Song for a couple of days of ice climbing, a further reminder of the ice park incident.
The highest ranking of his death dealers to defect, Harmony had been Gabriel's lover for months and his second-in-command since he took over the underworld.
The images in her mind were of a little boy dying in the street, of Jake's death, of the deaths of many others.
The longer he thought, the more he realized his frustration had nothing to do with his duties as Death.
The man hiding in the corner of her mind, he whose death plagued Damian for thousands of years.
The only immortals on Death's list were those who were about to become dead-dead.
The resignation in her tone sounded like a farewell. Gabe studied her, uncertain what could stop Death from doing anything she pleased. She was not only letting him go when she shouldn't, but she was telling him just how much time he had to get Katie out of the underworld. Gabriel knew something was wrong if Death was turning her back on the duty of collecting souls, a duty she normally took such joy in. She'd been unwilling to do that for him when their relationship had been at its peak.
The responsibility of Death weighed heavily on his shoulders.
The restriction smacked him hard, as he'd been ready to drag Rhyn out of Hell as soon as Death was gone.
The sun sat low on the horizon, and the morning air was still and filled with the scent of fire and death.
The taste of death was in her mouth and if she looked, she knew her shoes would be covered in blood.
The unease passed quickly as he saw which death dealer stood before him.
The woman looked half frightened to death and the young boy with her never said a word.
The woman whose death by his hand had landed him here in Hell.
Then he added, "Or, perhaps he used it, to stuff it in her mouth and silence her while he choked her to death."
There was a reason he banned thoughts of Darian and Claire from his mind, an instinct he'd never been able to face in all the years since Darian's death.
There was no sign of the gentle man who made love to her last night, nothing but the cold, stony features of death.
There was nowhere she could run from Gabriel, who had orders to bring her and the life within her to Death.
There were, it seemed, worse things than death.
There's been some anonymous phone calls over Billy Langstrom's death.
There's lots of reasons those records don't pick up a death but it would be nice to see it listed there.
There's no doubt he blamed Edith for his son's death.
They both agreed it was further evidence that he was involved in the death of Billy Langstrom, but they remained uncertain about his involvement with Martha's bones.
They had knocked heads and locked wills over the death of a Bird Song guest during the prior January's Ice Climbing Festival when bitter words were exchanged.
They had to be, because mankind had been trying to outsmart Death since the beginning of time.
They moved out of his way as he strode through the wide hallways to the stairwell leading to the top floor, Death's floor.
They seem to think if they can find it, they'll be able to replace you with a Death of their choice.
Though she tried hard not to fear death, she wondered what kind of creature was capable of breaking through bars made of materials she'd never before seen and held in place with some sort of magic.
Thousands of miles away, Gabriel was with one of his death dealers surveying the gruesome discovery.
Time to be with his mother, and time to get over his father's death.
Time was when this area's families spent their lives here, from birth to death with the soil providing their sustenance and the earth the riches, at least for a few.
To the house where I grew up, at the time of Annie's death.
Unable to outmaneuver death, she could at least take out her grief and anger on a poor little piece of mail.
Unwilling to see her death, she closed her eyes, never imagining she'd ever be hurtling towards some distant planet in an escape pod booby-trapped to kill her!
Very little surprised him, but the death dealer's question did.
Visions of her sister.s death fresh in her mind, she changed into warm clothes and her running shoes, tucked the perfume bottle into a pocket, then sat on the edge of the bed.
Well, Dan, it's good for you to know I can put you close to death.
What happened to Death letting you see the stars and moon instead of how dark the night is?
What kind of mother let her five-year-old son carry on with death like he was a favorite uncle?
What the hell was a death dealer?
When Dean told Fred about Fitzgerald's death Fred immediately, in his best I-told-you-so tone, assigned the guilt to Lydia Larkin.
When he read about Annie Quincy's death, that must have seemed too perfect for him to pass up.
When I found out Shipton had fallen, it frightened me to death.
When spent, she lay still, willing sleep or death to take her.
Whenever she felt overwhelmed from her oncoming death or the doctors' news, she ran to her room until she was strong enough to face the world again.
While she acted blasé about his life and death, Dean wondered if she were being entirely truthful with herself.
While the killer's intentions were unknown, we knew Howie thwarted them both to their death.
While the on premise death of Edith Shipton remained on their minds, it was sinking to a lower level of importance.
Whoever owned the soul, he or she was important to find their way to Death's jewelry box.
Whoever you are, if you're thinking of selling this 'magazine bit' to all of Jerry's friends, you'll starve to death!
Will you cut out this shit and stop frightening this child to death?
With Claire's death, he'd avenged his brother and righted the wrong made thousands of years ago.
Wynn's soul was an official debt she incurred, and Death would do its duty and repay.
Yes, death is an awakening!
Yes, I do… when you told me you planned to marry Sarah; my foremost concern was how difficult your death would be for her.
Yet, he felt her death was not the answer.
You are between Death and well, Death, right now.
You aren't Death anymore.
You can go see Death and ask her for Katie back.
You can't blame yourself for your father's death.
You couldn't be a cop for fourteen years and not look death in the face and recognize its gruesome glare.
You feared death, and I dangled hope in front of you.
You have flirted with Death for three years now.
You hear his body speak of the death in him?
You look half frozen to death.
You might not have liked Edith Shipton, but her death is still a tragedy.
You scared me half to death.
You sound like my wife, but 'Any man's death diminishes me because I'm involved in mankind.'
You still think you can leave Death when you want?
You think I want all this death?
You want me to tell Death to wait till you get back?
You, out! she belted at the death dealer, who leaned his hip against the counter and managed to fill up the entrance to the kitchen.
You'll pay for it later, Death, came the deity's amused response.