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21 " Allow me to refresh your obviously faulty memories. I allow you to stay within my front garden on the understanding that you defend the house against all intruders, except the ones I have described, on numerous occasions. Torch-bearing mobs?""Eat them!" chorused the criminally insane fey of Cabal's garden, a tribe whose stature was inversely proportional to their malevolence."Correct. The postman?""Eat him!" they cried joyfully."No!" snapped Cabal. "You let the postman by!""Oops," said the garden. There was some small shuffling while they hid a peaked cap behind a rosebush. "
― Jonathan L. Howard , The Brothers Cabal (Johannes Cabal, #4)
22 " I’ve always tried to be good. Decently good, anyway. Not sort of St Francis of Assisi good necessarily, but… "
23 " Horst grinned. ‘Well, look at us. The necromancer and the vampire against the forces of elemental evil. The Brothers Cabal ride again!’ ‘Yeehaw,’ said Cabal evenly. "
24 " According to his upbringing, there were certain subjects that it was ill-mannered to raise in conversation with a new acquaintance. With the likes of politics, religion, fatness, and house prices, it seemed reasonable to assume that "being dead" was likely to be somewhere on the list. "
25 " All your suits, cravats, socks, and shoes are black. All your shirts and underwear are white.’ He looked at the rug by the bed. ‘And your slippers are red tartan. You don’t have outfits, Johannes. You have a uniform. "
26 " I wore this hat to Hell.’ He held the hat up to his nose and inhaled. ‘Still faintly redolent of brimstone. That smell gets everywhere.’ Horst, waiting by the door with the packed suitcase, said, ‘When a normal person uses a phrase like they wore a hat to Hell, one naturally assumes they just wore it a lot. "
27 " We can’t just go around resurrecting people, Johannes. It’s against nature.’‘Says the vampire. Truly, Horst, nature lets all sorts of awful things through on the nod. What I propose doesn’t constitute awful in the pejorative sense to my mind.’‘What gives us the right…?’‘I’m a necromancer. I claim the right. "
28 " The sergeant was just noting that she was a very handsome woman, from somewhere in the eastern Mediterranean he would guess, when his eyes unexpectedly burst into flames. This distressed him, and he staggered around, blood-red fire erupting from the sockets, while he explained the degree of agony he was enduring and how much he would appreciate assistance of an unspecified form from those present. Then his head caught fire and his conversation became very scream orientated. "
29 " Horst, I think I may have a conscience. "