"The air took on a thick, greasy feel, and the deep shadows around mort became edged with blue and purple rainbows. The rider strode towards him, black cloak billowing and feet making little clicking sounds on the cobbles. they were the only noises - silence clamped down on the square like great drifts of cotton wool.
The impressive effect was rather spoilt by a patch of ice.
It wasn't exactly a voice. The words were there all right, but they arrived in Mort's head without bothering to pass through his ears."
"It occurred to Mort that he ought to feel horrified, so he was slightly shocked to find that he wasn't. It was a skeleton sitting in front of him, rubbin its knees and grumbling, but it was a live one, curiously impressive but not, for stome strange reason, very frightening."
"'But you're Death,' said Mort. 'You go around killing people!'
I? KILL? said Death, obviously offended. CERTAINLY NOT. PEOPLE GET KILLED, BUT THAT'S THEIR BUSINESS. I JUST TAKE OVER FROM THEN ON. AFTER ALL, IT'D BE A BLOODY STUPID WORLD IF PEOPLE GOT KILLED WITHOUT DYING, WOULDN'T IT?
'Well, yes - ' said Mort, doubtfully.
Mort had never heard the word 'intrigued'. It was not in regular use in the family vocabulary. But a spark in his soul told him thathere was something weird and fascinating and not entirely horrible, and that if he let htis moment go he'd spend the rest of his life regretting it."
I love DEATH. Mort was my very first Discworld novel.
I suspect I may end up retyping the whole book...