"Granny folded her arms and stared calmly at the visitor, meeting his gaze eye-to-socket.
I AM IMPRESSED.
“I have faith.”
REALLY? IN WHAT PARTICULAR DEITY?
“Oh, none of them.”
THEN FAITH IN WHAT?
Death leaned forward. The candlelight raised new shadows on his skull.
COURAGE IS EASY BY CANDLELIGHT. YOUR FAITH, I SUSPECT, IS IN THE FLAME.
Granny leaned forward, and blew out the candle. Then she folded her arms again and stared fiercely ahead of her.
After some length of time a voice said, ALL RIGHT, YOU’VE MADE YOUR POINT."
Maskerade, Terry Pratchett (via herrissyvoo)