It seems I have not been truly myself for a long time, he says, barely whispering, a dry, papery sound like files shuffling in a dead document archive.
I wasn’t expecting a stealth, supersonic, vertical take-off submarine fueled by the eerily whistling ghosts of necromantically murdered dolphins.
History is written by the survivors, a narrative they compose to explain events to themselves. So the historicity of journals like this one—their accuracy and authenticity—is a function of the reliabi...
But, as Andy pointed out, if being a smart-arse was an offence, the Laundry would not exist in the first place.
Bogons? Hypothetical particles of cluelessness. Idiots emit bogons, causing machinery to malfunction in their presence. System administrators absorb bogons, letting the machinery work again.
Apocalypses are easier slept through than experienced.
Ah, the warm fuzzies of decisive action.
A mother’s love—Fuck love, Amber snarls, she wants power.
There’s a point at which sufficient incompetence is malice.
The strongest manacles are born in the blood.
The sacrificial repository at Arlington
You can collar criminals until the cows come home, and there’ll still be a never-ending supply of greedy fuckwits and chancers.
Yes, Derek, I tell him, we hauled you four thousand miles out of your comfort zone just so you could make a saving throw vs. Cthulhu. Happy now?
We use committees for all the ulterior purposes for which they might have been designed: diffusion of executive responsibility, plausible deniability, misdirection, providing the appearance of activit...
We fight on so that something that remembers being human might survive.
They’re nuts. Completely insane! I don’t get this gambling thing. Didn’t these people study statistics at university? Evidently not
Some of my people are well on their way to becoming formidable practitioners (like Alex, but best not to tell the little oik that).
So you open your mouth and listen to yourself say, I want eight thousand a day. Plus expenses.This is the polite, industry-standard way of saying piss off, I’m not interested. You did the math over yo...
La culpa es mía por ser el informático del departamento: cuando las máquinas se estropean, agito mi pollo muerto y escribo encantamientos vudú en los teclados hasta que vuelven a funcionar.
I’ve met gibbering horrors from other universes, been psychically entangled with a serial killer fish goddess, stalked by zombies, imprisoned by a megalomaniac billionaire, and I’ve even survived the...