Hogfather - No More Hogfather

“You’re controlling children by their teeth,” said Susan.

“It does sound odd, doesn’t it, when you put it like that,” said Teatime. “But that’s sympathetic magic for you. Is your grandfather going to try to rescue you, do you think? But no…I don’t think he can. Not here, I think. I don’t think that he can come here. So he sent you, did he?”

“Certainly not! He—” Susan stopped. Oh, he had, she told herself, feeling even more of a fool. He certainly had. He was learning about humans, all right. For a walking skeleton, he could be quite clever…

But…how clever was Teatime? Just a bit too excited at his cleverness to realize that if Death—She tried to stamp on the thought, just in case Teatime could read it in her eyes.

“I don’t think he’ll try,” she said. “He’s not as clever as you, Mister Teatime.”

“Teh-ah-tim-eh,” said Teatime, automatically. “That’s a shame.”

“Do you think you’re going to get away with this?”

“Oh dear. Do people really say that?” And suddenly Teatime was much closer. “I’ve got away with it. No more Hogfather. And that’s only the start. We’ll keep the teeth coming in, of course. The possibilities—”

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