"Death," Gabriel said with a snorting, humourless laugh. "Met him a few times. He's not so bad, really. He's got class. Just doing his job, not out to make peoples' deaths as painful as possible. Can't say the same for the other Horsemen. So!"

He turned suddenly toward her again, a smile on his lips which was sardonic and nostalgic all at once. "Who else d'you have, then?"