Death, Kyra thought, sucks.
It hadn’t been so bad at first. She’d woken in a grove, which seemed promising. A blond and urgent young man was leaning over her, every line of his body taut and seeming to vibrate slightly. He spoke urgently. “Come with me if you want to live.”
“So can this horse go anywhere?” Riddick asked once they were galloping up the ethereal sky again.
“Pretty much.” She didn’t seem inclined to elaborate.
Interesting. He filed that away, changed the subject, hoping she wouldn’t notice. “So that girl was the old one’s what, great grand daughter?”
“What? No. Just . . . an arrangement.”
Chapter 2: In Which Riddick Meets Death’s Butler and Visits a Witch’s Cottage. The ground vanishing beneath their feet was like no ground he’d ever seen. For one thing, the “planet,” if that was, appeared to be a flat disc, with oceans pouring off the edges like waterfalls into the endless abyss. For another, it [...]
“So which death are you?” A woman’s voice demanded.
Riddick opened his eyes and instantly regretted it. He wasn’t wearing his goggles. He wasn’t wearing anything. He squinted at the woman ominously. “Huh?”
“I said,” the woman said, with a studied lack of patience, “what are you the death of?”
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Riddick Rides the Pale Horse, Chapter 5
Riddick was bound to a wheel, spinning backwards as Susan, on Binky’s back, rode over a battlefield, choosing the slain, ignoring him completely. She dissolved into Jack, who started to run towards him, arms wide open. He tried to move towards her, but she dissolved, obscenely, into the flying monsters of T2, flapping wetly towards him. If any muscles were responding, he might have pissed himself. The screeching monsters swirled above him and around him before melting into the towering castles of the Necropolis.