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132 pages, ebook
First published September 12, 2011
Silence filled the room for a few minutes while Pest organised his thoughts. Where to start? He'd dropped hints, but Bart chose not to believe them.
"You can only tell the truth, Pestilence. Belief must come from him."
Death's advice startled him. Pest rested his forehead against the cool glass.
"Why aren't you here trying to stop me? We aren't supposed to reveal anything about the Horsemen. Yet here I am, ready to spill my guts."
“Maybe I wish to see his reaction. Maybe the argument you presented me earlier convinced me.” Death's shrug was obvious in his tone. "Only you can make the final decision. Remember though, you can tell him very little about Lam. There are harsher penalties for revealing knowledge about his kind."
Death shoved his hand through his long white-gold hair and exhaled loudly. "I don't know what's going on. All I know is there is an epidemic spreading through the town of Cambridge and if it's not brought under control, it could infect other major cities, and then the entire state. We know how fast these things work. Of course, only four men have been presented with symptoms much like Bartholomew's here and they've been quarantined. Hopefully the mortals have caught it in time."
He stared down at his pale hands, scarred and rough from the life he'd been forced to live. Once, his hands were soft and gentle as he went about his practice, helping to heal his patients. No more. He'd turned his back on those days after his family died. While he could have been like Death, and lived among humans, Pestilence chose to leave society and the presence of mortals.