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sat on the soft bed and flipped through the pages. Pictures of black robed men holding scythes stared lifelessly out at her from between the lines of text. She turned to the index and searched for Lovethar. She found the page.
    Lovethar was a hideous and terrifying monster. Her face was sunken in and her eyeballs jutted out. Her hair flew out in every direction as she held her scythe in front of her. It was a drawing, not a photo, but the image was gruesome. She reminded Suzie of pictures of Medusa with her wild snake-hair and furious expression.
     
    LOVETHAR . Born ? - Died year 275 ( 997 , 990 BCE ). Lovethar was the first and only female Death . She became a fully licensed Death in year 260 and continued as a Death for ten years . In year 270 she made a pact with the Dragons , directly starting the Great War . She personally destroyed the Temple of Others , causing over one hundred endings . She was tried and found guilty of crimes against Deaths following the War and expulsion of the Dragons . She was ended in 275 , on what is now Widow’s Mount . The Lovethar Protocol passed in 276 decreed that no other female would become a Death . See also : GREAT WAR, Lovethar the Witch, Lovethar the Terrible .
     
    Suzie closed the book. Why was she here? If no female could become a Death, what had gone wrong? Lovethar’s entry in the history book read like a dictionary definition. Yet Athanasius had mentioned her with fear. Suzie picked up the book and put it with the others. The bed was now clear and she lay down, staring at the blue of the ceiling.
    As she lay, her strength faded. She was alone again. Alone in the world, this strange and hostile world of Death.
    Alone.
    Tears came quickly and did not stop. She cried and cried, not caring if the boys heard her. She wanted to go home, wanted to hug her mom. Mom and Dad and Joe. What would they be doing now? How worried were they? She pictured Dad pacing back and forth, fingering his moustache, trying to remain calm, while Mom screamed at the police. Joe would be silent, unsure of what to do. Would he even miss her?
    Her teachers had been worried about her health. Now she was gone. Not just gone, but vanished, missing. Gingerbread Nurse would pout and Dr. Fox wouldn’t learn the reason for her weight loss.
    Crystal, her best friend, would wonder. Monica, Julie, Freddie, that annoying kid with the sniffles, sort of like Jason. She stopped short. Jason was here. Here. Here was where she was. Simple, yet terrifying. This was the Land of Death. The Land of Deaths. Everyone here was a Death. Jason wasn’t an annoying kid in her Science class, he was a Death. She was a Death too. She would be a Death for a year. She might be a Death forever.
    Suzie cried until her eyes hurt and her throat stung. She stopped. She didn’t feel better, but she’d run out of tears. She was too tired to cry anymore. She rose and washed her face, staring in the mirror.
    Her eyes were red and she looked frightful, a bit like the terrible picture of Lovethar. Her hair hung out at angles, and she began to comb it. She was better than this. She was thirteen, not some little girl. This was terrible and hard, but she could do it. She had to. She would.
    For the first time since arriving in the world of Deaths, she smiled. She’d show them. They expected her to fail, the only girl in a million years. She’d teach these boys something. And in a year, she’d leave.
    Suzie heard a grumbling and glanced down. She needed food. She took out the bag with the cake, and hid it carefully in one of her drawers. She’d have to be careful with that. She looked at the door to her room and turned the doorknob.
    Jason’s door was open a crack. She heard a scampering noise when she opened her door. He had probably been listening to her cry. She walked into the kitchen. The two lamps in the corners lit. She peered at one; a small white flower glowed in its center. Suzie walked to the refrigerator and pulled out a