The thing between Death's triumphant digits was a fly from the dawn of time. It was the fly in the primordial… — Terry Pratchett
The thing between Death's triumphant digits was a fly from the dawn of time. It was the fly in the primordial soup. It had bred on mammoth turds. It wasn't a fly that bangs on window panes, it was a fly that drills through walls.
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"You like it?" he said to Mort, in pretty much the same tone of voice people used when they said to St George, "You killed a what?"
Albert grunted. "Do you know what happens to lads who ask too many questions?"
(That was a cinematic trick adapted for print. Death wasn't talking to the princess. He was actually in his study, talking to Mort. But it was quite effective, wasn't it? It's probably called a fast dissolve, or a crosscut/zoom. Or something. An industry where the senior technician is called a Best Boy might call it anything.)
