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destiny, and there will be no magic greater than his.'
NO. And the Tap, tap, tap went Ipslore's fingers on the metal of the staff.
'Then they shall have their chance,' he said, 'when hell freezes over.'
NO. I AM NOT ALLOWED TO ENLIGHTEN YOU, EVEN BY DEFAULT, ABOUT CURRENT TEMPERATURES IN THE NEXT WORLD.strange thing about the quiet way Death spoke the word was this: it was louder than the roaring of the storm. It jerked Ipslore back to momentary sanity.Ipslore rocked back and forth uncertainly. 'What?' he said.I SAID NO. NOTHING IS FINAL. NOTHING IS ABSOLUTE. EXCEPT ME, OF COURSE. SUCH TINKERING WITH DESTINY COULD MEAN THE DOWNFALL OF THE WORLD. THERE MUST BE A CHANCE, HOWEVER SMALL. THE LAWYERS OF FATE DEMAND A LOOPHOLE IN EVERY PROPHECY.Ipslore stared at Death's implacable face.'I must give them a chance?'YES.