Faceless figure

you mortals, always seeking ways to avoid me, in the end we always meet.

Meaningless

Truth tries to pull but it would be easier to write faster than brndon sanderson than to pull on that hand. Every man and women, Every creture that had life in it knows me or will know me. I am the end of the road, the last door, the place where every living being will found herself in the end.

Hello. He said. And a bone hand appeared from under the robe for an hand shake.

A hooded figure sat in the corner of the room near the hearth. Her voice rippled across the thread. (Well not exactly because it wasn't really a sound). In the end, I always win.

I'm so glad my favorite author dosen't stay quit on this topics. I can't stop reading his books!