it is called death , and it is the end . he swung a hard look on one of the hunters who stood nearby in the living room . no fear , he said , giving his little edge of a smile . her skin was a deep blue , which set off her light blue eyes . we want to lie with you . she had a pencil stuck behind each ear , and reading glasses perched on the end of her nose . you dont know what they are , do you ? he looked up , his eyes meeting mine . 