Hogfather - Alone

She reached out for the last book and tried to open it at random ...

The feeling lashed at her out of the book, like a whip ...

... hooves, fear, blood, snow, cold, night .

 . . She dropped the scroll. It slammed shut.

SQUEAK?

'I'm. . . all right.'

She looked down at the book and knew that she'd been given a friendly warning, such as a pet animal might give when it was crazed with pain but just still tame enough not to claw and bite the hand that fed it - this time.

Wherever the Hogfather was - dead, alive, somewhere - he wanted to be left alone …

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Hogfather - p129