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" It’ll be okay,” he promises. “I have three children, War has four, and Famine is overly protective of defenseless things,” he says. “Between the three of us, Ben will be safe, cared for, and—” He pulls away to look me in the eyes, “we really will love him as our own. You are family now, Lazarus. "
― Laura Thalassa , Death (The Four Horsemen, #4)
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" War reaches out for the boy, but Ben rears back a little. “Move away brother,” Famine says, strolling over, carrying one of those pale purple flowers, “the kid has actual taste.” The Reaper stops in front of us and stares down at the flower in his hand. After a moment, he holds it out to Ben. Ben eyes Famine skeptically, then looks at the rose as though this is some sort of trick. Reluctantly, my son reaches for the flower. Before he can grab it, Famine pulls it back just a little. “This is not actually yours,” the horseman clarifies, because he’s a natural-born dick, “but the woman it does belong to would want you to have it. "
― Laura Thalassa , Death (The Four Horsemen, #4)
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" As Famine walks off with Ben, I hear him say, “I can make you more flowers, but if you shit on me, deal’s off.” “Famine,” Pestilence snaps after him. “Relax, Grandpa,” Famine calls out over his shoulder, “Ben’s going to wait until he’s on your horse before he does anything funny. "
― Laura Thalassa , Death (The Four Horsemen, #4)