April

“He’s right, though,” said Susan. “Gods don’t die. Never completely die . . . ” There’s always somewhere, she told herself. Inside some stone, perhaps, or the words of a song, or riding the mind of some animal, or maybe in a whisper on the wind. They never entirely go, they hang onto the world by the tip of a fingernail, always fighting to find a way back. Once a god, always a god. Dead, perhaps, but only like the world in winter—”
― Terry Pratchett, Hogfather

“Horses, Death felt, shouldn’t grin. Any horse that was grinning was planning something.”
― Terry Pratchett, Hogfather

“legerdemain.”
― Solomon Northup, Twelve Years a Slave

“mythopoeic”
― Terry Pratchett, Hogfather