It Not-Starts in San Francisco
Nobody Owens, or Bod, has always flirted with Death, conscious of it or not.
And Death just likes to play games with him.
Hide-and-Seek is their favorite.
... Nobody stopped atop the hill and stared out at the bay, the smog covering it like a blanket though the lights of the multiple boats and cars illuminated the water and docks and marina as best as they could. He breathed out and in, the stench of exhaust and undercooked hot dogs wafting about his nostrils. He leaned against a street sign for a moment, gazing out at the Golden Gate Bridge that, in his opinion, did not look particularly golden from where he stood.
Crossover of The Graveyard Book and The Sandman, both by Neil Gaiman.
Standalone.
And Death just likes to play games with him.
Hide-and-Seek is their favorite.
... Nobody stopped atop the hill and stared out at the bay, the smog covering it like a blanket though the lights of the multiple boats and cars illuminated the water and docks and marina as best as they could. He breathed out and in, the stench of exhaust and undercooked hot dogs wafting about his nostrils. He leaned against a street sign for a moment, gazing out at the Golden Gate Bridge that, in his opinion, did not look particularly golden from where he stood.
Crossover of The Graveyard Book and The Sandman, both by Neil Gaiman.
Standalone.