"It could be a big book, but maybe it's his name that puts me off: Dr. Death."

The consummate Dr. Death, and one way or the other the world was going to know it.

I don't want Dr. Death treating me until absolutely necessary.

But he had never found a connection between Dr. Death and anything that happened sixteen months previous.

Dr. Death leaned forward, a cruel smile playing about his lips.

Dr. Death turns his back to the wind to light a cigarette he 'takes from a gold case.

Dr. Death is gone, and you are getting cold.

Even their personal Dr. Death at Columbia couldn't help with that.

Dr. Death tells him that his daughter is hidden in an old Indian cliff village.

But were all those who summoned Dr. Death in fact incurable?