“Lo!" cried the demon. "I am here! What dost thou seek of me? Why dost thou disturb my repose? Smite me no more with that dread rod!" He looked at Cabal. "Where's your dread rod?" "I left it at home,"… — Jonathan L. Howard Copy Share Image
“Cabal regarded her with mild amusement. “Smile when you whisper,” he advised her. “You’re supposed to be flirting with me, if you recall?” She stared at him icily. Then suddenly her expression thawed and she smiled winsomely, her eyes dewy… — Jonathan L. Howard Copy Share Image
“The only more immediate alternative that I can think of is a Tantric ritual involving necrophiliac sodomy and, frankly, I don’t think my back… — Jonathan L. Howard Copy Share Image
“You know what? Forget the warning. Read the book. Go insane. See if I care.” — Jonathan L. Howard Copy Share Image
“I had wanted some cheese, but couldn't find any at short notice. It was a shame. Cheese goes so well with tragedy.” — Jonathan L. Howard Copy Share Image
“All this bunch of so-called 'adults' was doing was making enemies of one another when what they really needed to be concentrating on was… — Jonathan L. Howard Copy Share Image
“Cats, as any rational person knows, are solitary, opportunistic, ambush predators, much like spiders, but with fewer legs and a better fan club.” — Jonathan L. Howard Copy Share Image
“The sergeant was just noting that she was a very handsome woman, from somewhere in the eastern Mediterranean he would guess, when his eyes… — Jonathan L. Howard Copy Share Image
“They served to remind Cabal - should a reminder ever be necessary - why his social skills were so poor: people were loathsome and… — Jonathan L. Howard Copy Share Image
“Horst grinned. ‘Well, look at us. The necromancer and the vampire against the forces of elemental evil. The Brothers Cabal ride again!’ ‘Yeehaw,’ said… — Jonathan L. Howard Copy Share Image
“Well, if I ever suffer brain damage I know there's always a career waiting for me in local politics.” — Jonathan L. Howard Copy Share Image
“A census taker once tried to test me. I let my front garden eat him.” — Jonathan L. Howard Copy Share Image
