Death walks among us

Christ can forgive you,” he whispered, though he didn’t believe it. There wasn’t a hint of compassion in those ice-blue eyes.”That’s grand,” she said.Her features became again those of the pleasant brown-haired nurse. She smiled,...

For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,And their hearts but once heaved,...

Very well, but – who are you?’ again asked Gil Gil, in whom curiosity was beginning to get the better of every other feeling.’I told you that when I first spoke to you – I...

The moon fled eastward like a frightened dove, while the stars changed their places in the heavens, like a disbanding army.’Where are we?’ asked Gil Gil.’In France,’ responded the Angel of Death. ‘We have now...

When they had ended their prayers, the Angel of Death recovered his loquacity and his gayety and ascending the chariot again, preceded by Gil Gil, spoke as follows.’The village you see on that mountain is...

We have a long distance to travel,’ said the Angel of Death to our friend Gil, as soon as they had left the Villa. ‘I will order my chariot.’ And he struck the ground with...

The two friends went on and on toward the sierra, at times keeping the highway, at times. deviating from it.Whenever they passed through a town or a hamlet, the slow peal of bells tolling the...

Death was a living creature. Death was a man tormented by his past. Death was once a human.

I can just barely tell when you’re afraid because that is the only emotion I have been able to recognize.