I’m not superstitious. I’m a witch. Witches aren’t superstitious. We are what people are superstitious of.
It was long after midnight and the stars looked damp and chilly; the air was full of the busy silence of the night, which is created by hundreds of small furry things treading very carefully in the ho...
It is said that whomsoever the gods wish to destroy, they first make mad. In fact, whomsoever the gods wish to destroy, they first hand the equivalent of a stick with a fizzing fuse and Acme Dynamite...
It had a very long pendulum, and the pendulum swung with a slow tick-tock that set his teeth on edge, because it was the the kind of delibrate, annoying ticking that wanted to make it abundantly clear...
In defiance of Miss Maccalariat I'd like to commit hanky-panky with you, Miss Adora Belle Dearheart... well, certainly hanky, and possibly panky when we get to know one another better.
If cats looked like frogs we'd realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they are. Style. That's what people remember.
I USHERED SOULS INTO THE NEXT WORLD. I WAS THE GRAVE OF ALL HOPE. I WAS THE ULTIMATE REALITY. I WAS THE ASSASSIN AGAINST WHOM NO LOCK WOULD HOLD.Yes, point taken, but do you have any particular skills...
I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU, he said, BUT I COULD MURDER A CURRY.
Humanity's a nice place to visit, but you wouldn't want to live there.
How can you protect yourself by carrying a sword if you don’t know how to use it?’Not me, sir. Other people. They see the sword and don’t attack me,’ said Maladict patiently.Yes, but if they did, lad,...
His mouth said: Would you like to have dinner tonight? For just the skin of a second, Miss Dearheart was surprised, but not half as surprised as Moist. Then her natural cynicism reinflated.I like to h...
He'd wanted changes. It was just that he'd wanted things to stay the same, as well.
He'd been wrong, there was a light at the end of the tunnel, and it was a flamethrower.
He wondered what kind of life it would be, having to keep swimming all the time to stay exactly in the same place. Pretty similar to his own, he decided.
He was currently wondering vaguely who Moey and Chandon were.
He said to people: you’re free. And they said hooray, and then he showed them what freedom costs and they called him a tyrant and, as soon as he’d been betrayed, they milled around a bit like barn-bre...
He looked up at them, a scruffy Napoleon with his laces trailing, exiled to a rose-trellised Elba.
He felt as if he had been shipwrecked on the Titanic, but in the nick of time had been rescued. By the Lusitania.
Gods? said Xeno. We don’t bother with gods. Huh. Relics of an outmoded belief system, gods.There was a rumble of thunder from the clear evening sky.Except for Blind Io the Thunder God, Xeno went on, h...
Genua had once controlled the rivermouth and taxed its traffic in a way that couldn't be called piracybecause it was done by the city government, and therefore sound economicsand perfectly all right