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in his eyes.
'You don't seem to understand,' he rasped. 'It's sourcery you're dealing with now. You can't fight sourcery.'
'I can use and another.
He put a bony digit to his lips, or rather, to the place where his lips would have been if he'd had lips.
All wizards can see Death, but they don't necessarily want to.
There was a popping in Rincewind's ears and the spectre vanished.sourcery,' said Abrim.The wizard snarled and lofted a fireball, which burst harmlessly inches from Abrim's dreadful grin.A look of acute puzzlement passed across the other one's face. He tried again, sending lines of blue-hot magic lancing straight from infinity towards Abrim's heart. Abrim waved them away.'Your choice is simple,' he said. 'You can join me, or you can die.'It was at this point that Rincewind became aware of a regular scraping sound close to his ear. It had an unpleasant metallic ring.He half-turned, and felt the familiar and very uncomfortable prickly feeling of Time slowing down around him.Death paused in the act of running a whetstone along the edge of his scythe and gave him a nod of acknow­ledgement, as between one professional