A podfic of "Lives On" by Tieleen.
The names are less important; she barely knew the names, back in that half-remembered end of the world. But if another name means another story -- there'd be no reason to keep all the strange, nonsensical details. The son of Satan, Death on his pale horse, the scales, the sword. It's all so specific.
Book is watching her, patient. Pepper bites her lip and tries to be careful. It's never come naturally.
"People used to believe," she says. "Or, at least -- there was a story. With four Horsemen, and --" she breaks off when he smiles. "You do know it?"