“And, ah, who are you?What Horseman, I mean.”Thanatos swung around. “Death.”Cara swallowed. Audibly. “As in, the Grim Reaper?”He snorted. “That poser.”
“You don't beat the grim reaper by living longer; you beat the grim reaper by living better.”
“A halo surrounded the grim reaper nun, Sister Maria. (By the way-I like this human idea of the grim reaper. I like the scythe. It amuses me.)”
“Calm down, Braveheart." Gabriel searched through the weapons. "I'm trying to find something not quite as fatal as...a scythe? Really?"Gabriel held the wicked half-moon blade up and looked at Tristan. "What are you, the Grim Reaper?""Yes. Yes, Gabriel. I'm the Grim Reaper. You caught me. I drive around in my car full of weapons collecting souls.”
“The Grim Reaper doesn't disappear... he catches up.”
“You're not a woman," he said finally. "You're the Grim Reaper with red hair!”