Christopher Moore Quote
Creep we did, until we were just outside the halo of firelight. Three bent-backed hags were walking a slow circle around a large cauldron, dropping in twisted bits of this and that as they chanted. Double, double, toil and trouble: Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. Witches, whispered Kent, paying tribute to the god of all things bloody fucking obvious.
Christopher Moore
Creep we did, until we were just outside the halo of firelight. Three bent-backed hags were walking a slow circle around a large cauldron, dropping in twisted bits of this and that as they chanted. Double, double, toil and trouble: Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. Witches, whispered Kent, paying tribute to the god of all things bloody fucking obvious.