DIsguise

‘Death has come for you, boy!’ he cried. ‘Look upon his fearsome face!’

The Butcher, Doolan, smiled grimly. Then he said something very strange:

‘Death has sent his dark angel instead!’

Dark angel? What did he mean?

I looked at Doolan and saw that there was something weird about him. A purple light shimmered around his head, and his face seemed to be melting. He was shifting his shape. His lips were now black. The forehead seemed narrower too; the cheekbones higher. It was no longer the face of the chief mage.

It was Grimalkin.

B8 C14