Hogfather - Die

'He's right, though,' said Susan. 'Gods don't die. Never completely die . . .'

There's always somewhere, she told herself. Inside some stone, perhaps, or the words of a song, or riding the mind of some animal, or maybe in a whisper on the wind. They never entirely go, they hang on to the world by the tip of a fingernail, always fighting to find a way back. Once a god, always a god. Dead, perhaps, but only like the world in winter

'All right,' she said. 'Let's see what happened to him . . .’

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